The "Love Over Gold" Discography





Telegraph Road 

A long time ago came a man on a track 
Walking thirty miles with a sack on his back 
And he put down his load where he thought it was the best 
He made a home in the wilderness 
he built a cabin and a winter store 
And he ploughed up the ground by the cold lake shore 
And the other travellers came riding down the track 
And they never went further and they never went back 
Then came the churches then came the schools 
Then came the lawyers and the came the rules 
The came the trains and the trucks with their loads 
And the dirty old track was the telegraph road 
Then came the mines - then came the ore 
Then there was the hard times then there was a war 
Telegraph sang a song about the world outside 
Telegraph road got so deep and so wide 
Like a rolling river... 

And my radio says tonight it's gonna freeze 
People driving home from the factories 
There's six lane of traffic 
Three lanes moving slow... 

I used to like to go to work but they shut it down 
I've got a right to go to work but there's no work here to be found 
Yes and they say we're gonna have to pay what's owed 
We're gonna have to reap from some seed that's been sowed 
And the birds up on the wires and the telepraph poles 
They can always fly away from this rain and this cold 
You can hear them singing out their telegraph code 
All the way down the telegraph road 

You know I'd sooner forget but I remember those nights 
When life was just a bet on a race between the lights 
You had your head on my shoulder you had your hand in my hair 
Now you act a little colder like you don't seem to care... 
But believe in me baby and I'll take you away 
From out of this darkness and into the day 
From these rivers of headlights these rivers of rain 
From the anger that lives on the streets with these names 
'cos I've run every red light on memory lane 
I've seen desperation explode into flames 
And I don't wanna see it again... 

From all of these signs saying soory but we're closed 
All the way down the telegraph road 
 
Private Investigations 
  
It's a mystery to me - the game commences 
For the usual fee - plus expences 
Confidential information - it's in a diary 
This is my investigation - it's not a public inquiry 
I go checking out the reports - digging up the dirt 
You get to meet all sorts in this line of work 
Treachery an reason - there's always an excuse for it 
And when I find the reason I still get used to it 

And what have you got at the end of the day? 
What have you got to take away? 
A bottle of whisky and a new set of lies 
Blinds on the window and a pain behind the eyes 

Scarred for life - no compensation 
private investigation   

Industrial Disease
 
Warning lights are flashing down the Quality Control 
Somebody threw a spanner and they threw him in the hole 
There's rumors in the loading bay and anger in the town 
Somebody blew the whistle and the walls came down 
There's a meeting in the boardroom they're trying to trace the smell 
There's leaking in the washroom there's a sneak in personnel 
Somewhere in the corridors someone was heard to sneeze 
'goodness me could it be Industrial Disease?' 
The caretaker was crucified for sleeping at his post 
They're refusing to be pacified it's him they blame the most 
The watchdog's got rabies the foreman's got the fleas 
And everyone's concerned about Industrial Disease 
There's panic on the switchboard tongues are ties in knots 
Some come out in sympathy some come out in spots 
Some blame the management som blame the employees 
And everybody knows it's the Industrial Disease 

The work force is disgusted dows tools and walks 
Innocence is injured experience just talks 
Everyone seeks damages and everyone agrees 
that these are 'classic symptoms of a monetary squeeze' 
On ITV and BBC they talk about the curse 
Philosophy is useless theology is worse 
History boils over there's an economics freeze 
Sociologists invent words that mean 'Industrial Disease' 

Doctor Parkinson declared 'I'm not suprised to see you here 
You've got smokers cough from smoking Brewer's droop from drinking beer 
I don't know how you came to get the Bette Davis knees 
But worst of all young man you've got Industrial Disease' 
He wrote me a prescription he said 'you are drepressed 
But I'm glad you came to see me to get this off your chest 
Come back and see me later - next patient please 
Send in another victim of Industrial Disease 

I go down to Speaker's Corner I'm thunderstruck 
They got free speech, tourists, police and trucks 
Two men say they're Jesus one of them must be wrong 
There's a protest singer singing a protest song - he says 
'they wanna have a war so they can keep us on our knees 
They wanna have a war so they can keep their factories 
They wanna have a war to stop us buying Japanese 
They wanna have a war to stop Industrial Disease 
They're pointing out the enemy to keep you deaf and blind 
They wanna sap you energy incarcerate your mind 
They give you Rule Brittania, gassy beer, page three 
Two weeks in Espana and Sunday striptease' 
Meanwhile the first Jesus says 'I'd cure it soon 
Apolish monday mornings and friday afternoons' 
The other's out on hunger strike he's dying be degrees 
How come Jesus gets Industrial Disease 
 
Love Over Gold
 
You walk out on the high wire 
You're a dancer on thin ice 
You pay no heed to the danger 
And less to advice 
Your footsteps are forbidden 
But with knowledge of your sin 
You throw your love to all the strangers 
And caution to the wind 
And you go dancing through doorways 
Just to see what you will find 
Leaving nothing to interfere 
With the crazy balance of your mind 
And when you finnaly reappear 
At the place where you came in 
You've thrown your love to all the strangers 
And caution to the wind 

It takes lover over gold 
And mind over matter 
To do what you do that you must 
When the things that you hold 
Can fall and be shattered 
Or run through your fingers like dust 
 
It Never Rains
 
I hear the Seven Deadly Sins 
And the Terrible Twinds com to call on you 
The bigger they are babe 
The harder they fall on you 
And you you're always the saem you perserve 
On the same old pleasure ground 
Oh and it never rains around here 
It just comes pouring down 
You had no more volunteers 
So you got profiteers for to help you out 
With friends like that babe 
Good friends you had to do without 
And now they've taken the chains and the gears 
From off your merry-go-round 
Oh and it never rains around here 
It just pouring down 

And your new Romeo 
Was just a gigolo when he let you down 
See the faster they are babe 
h The faster they get out of town 
Leaving make up stains and the tears 
Of a clown 
Yes and it never rains around here 
It just comes pouring down 

Oh you were just a roller coaster memory 
I don't know why I was even passing through 
I saw you making a date with Destiny 
When he came around here asking after you 
In the shadow of the Wheel Of Fortune 
You're busy trying to clear your name 
You say 'I may be guilty yeah that may be true 
But I'd be lying if I said I was to blame 
See we could have been major contenders 
We never got no money no breaks' 
You've got a list of all the major offenders 
You got a list of all their major mistakes 
And he's just standing in the shadows 
Yes and you smile that come-on smile 
Oh I can still hear you say as clear as the day 
'I'd like to make it worth your while' 

Ah but it's a sad reminder 
When your organ grinder has to come to you for rent 
And all you've got to give him 
Is the use of your side-show tent 
Yes and that's all that remains of the years 
Spent doing the rounds 
And it never rains around here 
Well it just comes pouring down 

Now you know what thay say about beggars 
You can't complain about the rules' 
You know what they say about beggars 
You know who's the first to blame his tools 
You never gave a damm about who you pick up 
And leave laying bleeding on the ground 
You screw people over on the way up 
Because you thought that you were never coming down 
And he takes you out in Vaudeville Valley 
With his hand up smothering your screams 
And he screws you down in Tin Pan Alley 
In the city of a billion dreams 
  

Many thanks to all at

Damage Management

and to Pete Brewis

Special thanks to

Neil Dorfman


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