Cockney Rebel - Human Menagerie - 1973 Steve Harley - Vocals, songs Stuart Elliot - Drums Paul Jeffreys - Bass Jean-Paul Crocker - Violin, Guitar, Mandolin Milton Reame-James - Keyboards -Hideaway- let them come a running, take all your money and hideaway let them come a running, take all your money and flee let them come a running, take all your money and hideaway it was summer or maybe spring, i can't remember it was summer or maybe spring, i can't recall we found our hearts and stole them from our bodies (we couldn't understand the Villain's call) we'd often recall the beginnings we'd often try in vain to change it all we couldn't help but keep ourselves from sinning in summer, in summer, or maybe spring, or maybe spring, or maybe spring let them come a running, take all your money and hideaway let them come a running, take all your money and flee let them come a running, take all your money and hideaway it was summer or maybe spring, i can't remember it was summer or maybe spring, i can't recall we'd try to always calm our elders (but always we did seem to fall) we'd never try to tame the burning embers (it didn't seem to matter how we'd fare) it seemed we couldn't ever escape december but it was summer, summer, or maybe spring, or maybe spring, or maybe spring -What Ruthy Said- You're wearing grey today, you're from Berlin I'd say You're a model Can I be blue for you, like I'm in fashion too? See me wobble We'll be a pair of swells and dig the best hotels Hit the throttle We'll do the rhumba too and say the life we knew was so gay Ah, teach me to rock, I'm getting caught in a pocket Of Saki We can go to a hop and do Suburban Bop Cool and sharply Queue for the cops, you got no reason to not Be Malaki Your Gossamer and Fluff are gonna be enough For today We'll dig the sand and sea down in Alicante On the borders We'll dig the hustle-around and hear the Virgin sound Of your daughters American Bordeaux, we'll hit a rhythm slow, Oh! The tortures!! But what Ruthy said must have gone to your head like They say -Loretta'S Tale- Watch Loretta taste the wine Kick the Actor from behind Sprawl across the sofa, then Speak of foreign towns again Like the loner, seek Marlene, Ask the waitress: "Where you been?" She says: "Don't give me no lies, "I been inside your head at least three times..." I never lost control It was a very strange show And all I ever got was oh! Are you never gonna go? Spy Ramona by the door Calling me the Perfect Whore Only Sweet Loretta speaks "Wipe the humour from your cheeks" And as the make-up starts to fade She doesn't wait, she hides away Noticing her friends had gone She cried to me: "Oh! What went wrong?" I never lost control It was a very strange show And all I ever got was oh! Are you never gonna go? For Loretta-one She only played for fun She gave her life away Counted hundreds, came to none... I never lost control It was a very strange show And all I ever got was oh! Are you never gonna go? -Crazy Raver- Lazy stage-star; wanna be a raver You've gotta make it all happen insane Crazy raver; wanna be a big star You've gotta make it all happen again You want it easy but you don't understand They'll crush your diamonds in a one-night stand You'll be a "Biggie" then you'll be a "nobody-at-all" So while you're there you'd better show us a ball And wear your sequins or wear nothing at all Take us to heaven with our backs to the wall The climbing's hard but it's easy to fall Oh! here's a monkey with a message for us all Go be a Crazy Raver, oh! oh! yeah Go be a Crazy Raver Maybe lady; wanna be my baby Go to heaven in your satin and lace Crazy baby, gotta dress so shady Then come and meet me in some far-out place We'll go together like water and sand Be seen together walking hand-in-hand A pair of swells who've got nothing to do but romance You'll be a rhapsody, The Belle o' the Dance Become a stir and play the public nuisance Ascend a stairway up to Paris in France Become the lady of the Dietrich stance Then pick the one of your nouveau fancy And be a Crazy Raver And be a Crazy Raver -Sebastian- Radiate simply, the candle is burning so low for me Generate me limply, I can`t seem to place your name, cherie To rearrange all these thoughts in a moment is suicide Come to a strange place, we`ll talk over old times we never spied Somebody called me Sebastian Somebode called me Sebastian Work out a rhyme, toss me the time, lay me .- you`re mine And we all know, oh yeah ! Your persian eyes sparkle, your lips - ruby blue - never speak a sound You, oh so gay, with parisian demands, you can run - around And your view of society screws up my mind like you`ll never know Lead me away, come inside, see my mind in kaleidoscope Somebody called me Sebastian Somebody called me Sebastian Love me sublime, mangle my mind - do it in style so we all know , oh yeah ! You`re not gonna run, baby we`ve only just begun, baby to compromise Slagged in a bowery saloon love`s a story we`ll serialise Pale angel face,green-eye shadow, the glitter is outaside No courtesan could begin to decipher your beam of light Somebody called me Sebastian Somebody called me Sebastian Dance on my heart, laugh swoop and dart, la-di-di-da Now we all know you , yeah ! -Mirror Freak- Exhibition yourself we'll hold a show on the shelf Now we can feel a change is on the way You're not a skin or a spiv boy who are you trying to kid You're jolly handsome, super, wizard, okay? Would you resort to telling all your friends lies When they can see right through your flimsy disguise? We all consider you far out so there can be ltttle doubt You're gonna make it in a big, big way Oh we can feel a new existence beginning And the yobs have made a go at forgiving And the new man he appears to be winning What a shame such a bore! I don't wanna turn on tonight Said I don't wanna turn on tonight You put your hand in the air and when they ask you say "Yeah" And they'll be happy to believe you're both kinds Then shake a fist or a leg and prove the image is dead Or the chances are you'll trip up their minds Oh you're too cute to be a big rock star But if you're cool you may not push it too far Oh just believe in yourself and take a tip from the elf And sing a boogie to the image fatale Oh we can feel a new existence beginning And the yobs have made a go at forgiving And the new man he appears to be winning What a shame such a bore! I don't wanna turn on tonight Said I don't wanna turn on tonight You feel Lorretta's deep breaths, you put a hand on her breast You feel her come on like some movie-star chick You slide her body across you fight so hard to be boss But sweet Lorretta she knows all the tricks So you perform like it's your very best show You turn her on but she's never gonna know Then you can shuffle your hips or M-M-Mae West your lips But you're the same old thing we've always known Oh we can feel a new existence beginning And the yobs have made a go at forgiving And the new man he appears to be winning What a shame such a bore! I don't wanna turn on tonight Said I don't wanna turn on tonight -My Only Vice- Simply Lorraine sings for a while In a three-octave harmonica style It's easy to see her harmony stabbing at my songs from behind Trying to stick her cosmic philosopher's words into rhymes Nobody can tell it the same To her evcrything's just like a game But she'll make it seem some big machine's driving you clean outa your mind Come on admit it, that's just the limit, we've travelled from mad to sublime Oh she's a lady from a background of pearls Who's tormenting and bending my world My only vice is the fantastic prices I Charge for being eaten alive. . . So Nina can paint dragons on guitars She can roll up a Victorian vase, That gal can sweep, skip, jump and leap into a room full of clowns, No one'll tame her, no one'll claim her, 'til she's been at least all around Doreen is a hunk of a man, she can wipe every boy from the land But Lorraine can fly it way outa sight then bring it on back to the fold Give me a chance, I want romance, don't give me your love quite so cold Oh she's a lady from a background of pearls Who's tormenting and bending my world My only vice is the fantastic prices I Charge for being eaten alive. . . -Muriel The Actor- She, got my number and she - chasing me so far Me, out of slumber, I can do with no faut-pas Mixed-up and bleeding, I's high on beleiving It's all surreal Slip on a T-shirt, me - gotta look so cool Me Biba braces are making me so cruel She, dinosaur and me, her He-whore Sleep Muriel Oh! See her move so right in her big baggy strides And her golden top made of satin See her wriggle her hips, take the almighty piss This is Muriel the Actor who's rapping, ping - ping She, dresscd to kill and Me, looking so jolly I know she will 'cos she's a lady of folly She's seventeen, oh! You know what I mean She's a circus girl Across the ring on a gay light fantastic For anything, oh! She'll bust her elastic She, so inviting, me - given up fighting I'm all in a whirl Oh! See her move so right in her big baggy strides And her golden top made of satin See her wriggle her hips, take the almighty piss This is Muriel the Actor who's rapping, ping - ping A superman in a comical moment Jump through the fan, you're the inhuman showman Oh! hear the roar of the crowd call for more So gullible..br Me, took ma band on the road for a lift·up She took my hand and she said "never give up" Oh schizophrenia, I know you, I been yer So subtle....la la la Oh! See her move so right in her big baggy strides And her golden top made of satin See her wriggle her hips, take the almighty piss This is Muriel the Actor who's rapping, ping - ping -Chameleon- and Louise. cowering into nowhere speaking in terms of a foreign land where the winter lies easy and she will surmise the guise of chateau eyes and rise -Death Trip- so now we're on a death trip listen to the blood drip oozing from a curled lip ever thought of dying slowly ever thought of dying totally unholy someone's trying to fool us maybe it's their daughters can you hear the Walrus offering a sad solution he's calling out for teenage revolution and "Can you think of one good reason to remain?" to you, afficianados fooling with bravado to keep me on my guard-o and cause a consciousness explosion it's getting difficult to keep my mind in motion images of sunshine lease to make the words rhyme let me die in eight time let me write a tale to no-one let me write a tale to make you think you're someone and "Can you think of one good reason to remain?" we'll grow Sweet Ipomoea to make us feel much freer then take a pinch of Schemeland and turn it into Dreamland "softly, Lautrec," she whispered in awe, "build me a picture of children at war"