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The Specials
Primary
members: Jerry Dammers, Terry Hall, Lynval Golding, Neville Staples, Roddy Radiation, Sir Horace Gentleman, and John Bradbury
Band
Biography
Albums of focus: Ghost Town EP (1981)
Songs for study:
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Out of bed at eight am
Out my head by half past ten
Out with mates and dates and friends
That's what I do at weekends
I can't talk and I can't walk
But I know where I'm going to go
I'm going watch my money go
At the Locarno, no
When my feet go through the door
I know what my right arm is for
Buy a drink and pull a chair
Up to the edge of the dance floor
Bouncers bouncing through the night
Trying to stop or start a fight
I sit and watch the flashing lights
Moving legs in footless tights
I go out on Friday night
and I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night
and I come home on Saturday morning
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I like to venture into town
I like to get a few drinks down
The floor gets packed the bar gets full
I don't like life when things get dull
The hen party have saved the night
And freed themselves from drunken stags
Having fun and dancing in
A circle round their leather bags
I go out on Friday night
and I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night
and I come home on Saturday morning
But two o'clock has come again
It's time to leave this paradise
Hope the chip shop isn't closed
Cos' their pies are really nice
I'll eat in the taxi queue
Standing in someone else's spew
Wish I had lipstick on my shirt
Instead of piss stains on my shoes
I go out on Friday night
and I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night
and I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night
and I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night
and I come home on Saturday morning
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"Why?" (from Ghost Town, 1981) |
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| Why did you try to hurt me?
I got to know
Did you really want to kill me?
Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why
Why do we have to fight?
Why must we fight?
I have to defend myself
From attack last night
I know I am black
You know you are white
I'm proud of my black skin
And you are proud of your white, so
Why did you try to hurt me?
Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why
Did you really want to kill me?
Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why
We don't need no British Movement
Nor the Ku Klux Klan
Nor the National Front
It makes me an angry man
I just want to live in peace
Why can't you be the same?
Why should I live in fear?
This fussing and fighting's insane |
With a Nazi salute and a steel capped boot
A Nazi salute and a steel capped boot
You follow like sheep inna wolf clothes
You follow like sheep inna wolf clothes
We chase you out the dance hall,
we chase you through the door
We chase you out the dance hall,
we chase you through the door
Cos' we can't take no more of this at all
Cos' we can't take no more of this at all
With a Nazi salute and a steel capped boot
Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why
You follow like sheep inna wolf clothes
Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why
You're too scared to make a speech during the light
Without a thousand police protecting your rights
To threaten and abuse, incite or fight
But who will protect me from you in the night?
Why did you try to hurt me?
Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why
Did you really want to kill me?
Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why
With a Nazi salute and a steel capped boot
Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why
You follow like sheep inna wolf clothes
Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why |
This town, is coming like a ghost town
All the clubs have been closed down
This place, is coming like a ghost town
Bands won't play no more
too much fighting on the dance floor
Do you remember the good old days before the ghost town?
We danced and sang, and the music played in a de boomtown |
This town, is coming like a ghost town
Why must the youth fight against themselves?
Government leaving the youth on the shelf
This place, is coming like a ghost town
No job to be found in this country
Can't go on no more
The people getting angry
This town, is coming like a ghost town
This town, is coming like a ghost town
This town, is coming like a ghost town
This town, is coming like a ghost town |
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