After the Fire from the Roger Daltrey LP "Under a Raging Moon" [Unpunctuated, as that's the way the liner notes had it. ---Rsk ] After the fire the fire
It's the same rain the same pain / The same picture in the same frame Cold close smoldering hearts / And it can't burst into flames then Again it can'
After the fire, the fire still burns The heart grows older but never ever learns The memories smolder and the soul always yearns After the fire, the fire
The psychopath never takes a bath 'Cause he'll wash away his hate And we crowd and bark in the damp and dark As old Scrooge comes through the gate They
The old boys drinkin? Telling the stories ?Bout the way it used to be A steel string box Was every blues man?s women Everybody knew Lucille From the
When the lights are down and there's no one there You can hear the sound of the rockin' chair Rocking in the dark, feel it in the air Searching for the
By Don Snow/Roger Daltrey Copyright Control It's like a needle in my side The fire of pain is burning through me Stretching the limits of restraint Emotion
They ran through hills and forest As two under a spell He was a city boy, Floyd the outlaw And she thought she new him well Long after that great summer
(Russ Ballard) Ackee Music, Inc. ASCAP How long must I sit around waiting for you? Think of all the heartache you've been putting me threw You must have
w&m Steve Swindells © 1980 Unichappel Inc. You ain't doing nothing when you're walking in the rain Your energy is running like the water down the
( Jeff Wayne) Instrumental
Can you hear that sound? It's all around you and me There's a voice It searched and found you What can it be? It's like thunder and lightning Speaking
(Jeff Wayne) Instrumental
Before the gods read my lifelong sentence Before I get my share, before I walk alone Before they take away my last temptation Before my heart's deprived
The voice brings back memories I'd rather forget that other side of life In the shadows of the blue room Those were free and easy times We were never
Friday's waiting at the gates of heaven The weekend starts at seven We get forty-eight hours of fun For five days working on the line For five days Time
By Kit Hain ©1985 by Kit Hain Music Ltd Publishing Intersong-USA Inc International copyright secured Out of favour Into the fire Throw my state
She comes home late And I?ve waited long Then she sings me lines From the songs I used to sing When I was young Then I feel alright ?Cause she?s that
