Side One Ascension Day M.I. 5's Alive Teddy Teeth Goes Saililng Working Class Man
Side Two Shepherd’s Bush Cowboy Stardom Road Part I Stardom Road Part II Get Out Of Your Bed You Dirty Red Preaching Violence
All songs (Stamp/Avery/Bramley) except Stardom Road II (Avery) and Get Out Of Your Bed You Dirty Red (Stamp/Bramley)
Produced by Jon Fenton for Cockney Coup Ltd Arrangements by Jim Avery String Arrangements by Nick Harrison Brass Arrangements by Jim Price Reed Arrangements by Bobby Keyes Vocals by Terry Stamp Wingy - Harmonica on M. I. 5’s Alive Pete Martin - Classical Guitar on Stardom Road Part I Mick Lieber - Lead Guitar Jim Avery - Bass Terry Stamp - Chopper Guitar Speedy - Conga and bongos on M. I. 5’s Alive & Working Class Man Fred Smith - Drums Jim Price - Trumpet & Trombone Bobby Keyes - Tenor Saxophones on Shepherd’s Bush Cowboy & Working Class Man Tony Ashton - Piano on Shepherd’s Bush Cowboy & Preaching Violence Engineer - Phil Brown Design by Graphreaks Photographs by Sylvia Pitcher & Dick Polak Performed by Third World War Recorded at Island Studios, September - November 1970 Manufactured for Fly Records, London
Ascension Day
Waiting on a signal Coming down the line Load your magazine clip I'll load mine
And don't you know I feel proud Just to shake your hand Don't you know I feel proud Just to make a stand
Waiting on the rooftops Looking for a sign Pull your hand-grenade pin I'll pull mine
And don't you know I feel proud Just to shake your hand Don't you know I feel proud Just to make a stand when the old man dies On Ascension Day when we rise
Now when we rise Power to the people When we rise Power to the poor When we rise Power to the workers When we rise Power to us all
And don't you know I feel proud Just to shake your hand Don't you know I feel proud Just to make a stand when the old man dies On Ascension Day when we rise
Waiting in the shadows When the bullets whine Blast your automatic I'll be blasting mine And don't you know I feel proud Just to shake your hand Don't you know I feel proud Just to make a stand when the old man dies On Ascension Day when we rise when we rise when we rise
Oh when we rise Power to the people When we rise Power to the poor When we rise Power to the workers When we rise Power to us all
And don't you know I feel proud Just to shake your hand Don't you know I feel proud Just to make a stand when the old man dies On Ascension Day when we rise
M.I.5's Alive
They said Westminster doesn't rejoice Hearing an honest poor man's voice Calling out impurity Is a breach of the peace and national security
M.I.5's alive, M.I.5's alive, M.I.5's alive They said the Sovereign doesn't approve Hearing opinions She should move Bawling down the Royalty Is a breach of the faith and national disloyalty M.I.5's alive, M.I.5's alive, M.I.5's alive
Let's free the working class We're tired of licking the Government's arse Let's free the working class We're tired of kissing the Monarchy's arse
Letting its bad air out Letting its bad air out
M.I.5's alive, M.1.5's alive, M.I.5's alive Let's free the working class We're tired of licking the government's arse Let's free the working class We're tired of kissing the Monarchy's arse Letting its bad air out.
Teddy Teeth Goes Sailing
There's people hungry here And there's people hungry there Come to think of it you could say There's people hungry everywhere
There's people out of work here And there's people out of work there Come to think of it you could say There's people out of work everywhere
There could be a riot here There’s been a riot there Very soon there could be a riot everywhere
And Teddy Teeth goes sailing goes sailing goes sailing goes sailing goes sailing he's failing he's failing he's failing
Working Class Man
I was trucking down the road In my old Bedford ten-tenner When the arm of the law Said stop you road runner Get out of that cab And remember your place You're talking to the Law And it don't like your face Got booked for speeding and indecent language, too You'd think the road police Had nothing else to do I'm just a working class man With a working class tool Trying to make a working class living that's all
I went rolling down the road To the depot I was working Where the foreman's big mouth Said stop you've been shirking Get out of that truck And them company clothes I nut him in the face And I broke his long nose Got sacked for fighting, cards and money on the spot You'd think five years' service Is something but it's not I'm just a working class man With a working class soul Trying to make a working class wage packet roll
Working class man Working class man Working class man Carrying the working class can can can can can
Got sacked for fighting, cards and money on the spot You'd think five years'service Is something but it's not, I'm just a working class man With a working class soul Trying to make a working class wage packet roll
I went running down the road To the trucker's faithful union Where a white collared "John" Said stop no communion Get out of this shed With your complaining views I ain't stamping your card You ain't been paying your dues Got fined for arrears I won't ever understand You'd think a truck union Would lend a helping hand I'm just a working class man With a working class rent Trying to make a working class family content
Working class man Working class man Working class man Carrying the working class can can can can can
Got fined for arrears I won't ever understand You'd think a truck union Would lend a helping hand I'm just a working class man With a working class rent Trying to make a working class family content Trying to make a working class family content
Shepherds Bush Cowboy
I was standing in a pub minding my business Halfway thru my third pint of Guinness And up came this guy he said Hi, Deary, hi With a twinkle in his eye And a feather in his hat He said how about we go back to my mother's Chelsea flat got kissed That adds one more to my list The boozer closed its shutter The barman said don't leave him there Roll him in the gutter Oh You Shepherds Bush cowboy
The betting shop was open a real working class con I trolled in no-one had a shirt on Run by this fat thug who just came out of jug He said here's another mug But my horse got doped and won, A tenner to win at nine-to-one 1 stung him for a ton Well I looked in his glass eye he came up real close Pulled a gun and pushed it up my nose Before he could shoot I hit him with my boot I was picking up my loot While on the floor he lay His wife came down from upstairs and said Son you've made my day Oh You Shepherds Bush cowboy
While leaning up a wall counting my money Up came Rose a street-walking bunny Wobbling her tail just looking for a sale It was cash on the nail My belly started thumping She said my hundred bills was meals With two weeks' good jumping Well she locked me in her room got herself all set Stood there nude no wig and no corset There wasn't any doubt her appendix were out I heard the landlord shout up from the floor below Hey Rose you better go some babe There's six months rent you owe Oh You Shepherds Bush cowboy
Half-dead and two weeks later I stepped on a tube train All filled up with football fans insane Their team had a beating so they ripped up the seating A quick supporters' meeting Elected I was dying Police came in with dogs and tear gas Everyone was crying Well we won and we lost I put up some good fights My poor arse was suffering from dog bites The sergeant in court read out his report He told of how we fought the judge said this won't do For violence and assault cowboy It's Wormwood Scrubs for you Oh You Shepherds Bush cowboy.
Stardom Road Part I
Well I kicked on my mule to parade me Everyone else laughed and betrayed me Said you ain't got the look And you ain't got the size And you sure ain't no fairy with sweet poofy eyes And you won't no you won't no you won't Get that load up Stardom Road
Well there's managers and producers And all the queens you need There's hangers-on and juicers And they're all spaced out on speed And when all the public see And when all the people stare They'll say look at him Riding his mule upstage He ain't going nowhere nowhere He ain't got no He ain't got no highway fare
And you ain't t got the chords And you're living in Bayswater on floorboards And you won't, no you won't, no you won't Take that load up Stardom Road And you won't, no you won't, no you won't Take that load up Stardom Road.
Stardom Road Part II
You ain't got no Highway Code You ain't got no Highway Code You ain't got no Highway Code Up Stardom Road.
Get Out Of Bed You Dirty Red
Working hard for the Wade Steam Laundry Trying to make ends meet Just washing pants and ironing shirts, sure hurts But then you've got to eat Need boots upon your feet
Grab your thin wage packet on Friday After government tax You buy some food and pay the rent, all spent But then that's life's facts Your wife's face never cracks
The Communist Party shake your hand They say wave the red flag And you can play in our red band Boy you can play in our red band Then your wife shook your head And she said Get out of bed you dirty red Get out of bed you dirty red Get out of bed you dirty red.
Preaching Violence
Don't believe all you see There's a soldier's gunsight on you Don't believe all you hear Revolution's on the corner Roll on like a stone, sister, roll The guns are coming Roll on iike a stone, brother, roll The guns are coming
Living on the poverty line Preaching violence Born on the booze and back-alley wine Preaching violence Friday night drunk and you're feeling fine Preaching violence The church wall bleeds anti-government needs Go let your Molotov off God loves you
I believed I was free And a voice that must be let in I believed 1 was free Protest and they bust your head in
Roll on like a stone, sister, roll The guns are coming Roll on like a stone, brother, roll The guns are coming
Working on the plot and the prime Preaching violence Up from the slums and the factory grime Preaching violence Running the streets biding our time Preaching violence The bog wall shines anti-government signs Go let your Molotov off God loves you
Preaching violence Preaching violence roll on, sister, roll Preaching violence Preaching violence foll on, brother, roll
Sunday morning I'll see you marching Soon one Sunday morning I'll see you marching Preaching violence Preaching violence roll on, sister, roll Preaching violence Preaching violence roll on, brother, roll.
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