MANFRED MANN'S EARTH BAND:
Nightingales And Bombers
Spirits In The Night
Crazy Janey and her mission man
were back in the alley trading hands
Along came wild Billy with his friend Gee Man
All duded up for Saturday night
Billy slammed on his coaster brakes, said
Anybody wanna go to Greasy Lake
It's a mile down on the dark side of Route 88
I got a bottle of rosé let's try it
We'll pick up Hazy Davey and Killer Joe and
I'll take you all where the gypsy angels go
They're built like light and they dance like
Spirits in the Night
In the night, all night
Oh you don't know what they can do to you
Spirits in the Night
In the night, all night
Stand right up and let them shoot you through
Wild Billy was a crazy cat
He shook some dust out of his coon skin cap
He said try some more of this it'll show you where you're at
Or at least it will help you to feel it
By the time we made it up to Greasy Lake
My head was out the window,
Janey's fingers were in the cake
I think I really dug her, I was too loose to fake
I said I'm hurt she said Honey let's heal it
And we danced all night to a soul fairy band
And she kissed me just right
Like only a lonely angel can
She felt so nice, just as soft as a
Spirit in the Night
In the night, all night
Janey don't know what she do to you
Spirits in the night, all night
In the night, all night
Stand right up and let her shoot through me
Spirits in the Night, in the night
Spirits in the night, all night
How the night was bright and the stars threw light
Du Billy and Davey dancing in the moonlight
Down near the water in a stoned mud fight
Killer Joe
Passed out on the lawn
Hazy Davey got really hurt he ran into the lake in just
His socks [shoes] and shirt
Me and Crazy Janey making love in the dirt
Singing our birthday songs
Janey said it was time to go, so we closed our eyes
And said goodbye to Gypsy Angel Row
Felt so right together we moved like
Spirits in the Night
In the night, all night
Countdown (instrumental)
Time Is Right
Sitting on this spinning top
Hoping time ain't gonna stop
Watching moons come turning round
Hoping time ain't slowing down
Just no place to run and hide
Time is right for quittin' time
Sun up hits you in the face
Seconds tick don't get no place
Sun that's burned a million bones
Doesn't see you're all alone
Just no place to run and hide
Time is right for quittin' time
Time to hide, no place to run
Ain't no hiding from that sun
Burning star will take its toll
Burns your body fires your soul
Just no place to run and hide
Time is right for quittin' time
Crossfade (instrumental)
Visionary Mountains
Visionary mountains
Above and afar
Like answers to questions
Of life, Love
Love and the longing to survive
Truth though distorted
Are words I create
Today the parting
Tonight, tonight
At the peak of your
Visionary mountains
Visionary mountains
Above and afar
Like answers to questions
Of life, love
Visionary mountains
Above and afar
Like answers to questions
Of life, love
And the longing to survive
Quit Your Low Down Ways
Oh, you can read out your Bible,
You can fall down on your knees, pretty mama,
And pray to the Lord
But it ain't gonna do no good
You're gonna need
You're gonna need my help someday
Well, if you can't quit your sinnin'
Please quit your low down ways
Well, you can run down to the White House,
You can gaze at the Capitol Dome, pretty mama,
You can pound on the President's gate
But you oughta know by now it's gonna be too late
You're gonna need
You're gonna need my help someday
Well, if you can't quit your sinnin'
Please quit your low down ways
Well, you can run down to the desert,
Throw yourself on the burning sand
You can raise up your right hand, pretty mama,
But you better understand you done lost your one good man
You're gonna need
You're gonna need my help someday
Well, if you can't quit your sinnin'
Please quit your low down ways.
And you can hitchhike on the highway,
You can stand all alone by the side of the road.
You can try to flag a ride back home, pretty mama,
But you can't ride in my car no more
You're gonna need
You're gonna need my help someday
Well, if you can't quit your sinnin'
Please quit your low down ways
Oh, you can read out your Bible,
You can fall down on your knees, pretty mama,
And pray to the Lord
But it ain't gonna do no good
You're gonna need
You're gonna need my help someday
Well, if you can't quit your sinnin'
Please quit your low down ways
Nightingales And Bombers (instrumental)
Fat Nelly
Fat Nelly was killed with a butcher's knife
Nobody laughed, nobody cried
And her blood ran red all over my life
Nobody laughed, nobody cried
A street screamed rape by a garden gate
Nobody laughed, nobody cried
But the hinges were oiled the police came late
Nobody laughed, nobody cried