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American Pie - Mott The Hoople

"A long, long time ago I can still remember how That music used to make me smile And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And maybe they'd be happy for a while But February made"

Original Mixed-Up Kid - Mott The Hoople

"(Ian Hunter) The original mixed-up kid Sleeps with the ladies all night Home in the morning light To nothin' Climbs in to an empty bed Pillows around his head Hide the tears he sheds For no one And Byron"

Darkness Darkness - Mott The Hoople

"(Young) Darkness darkness be my pillow Take my hand let me sleep In the coolness of your shadow In the silence of your deep Darkness darkness hide my yearning For the things that cannot be Keep my mind"

Ill Wind Blowing - Mott The Hoople

"Across the naked desert That housed a million hurts But I heard a voice call unto me "beware", is what it said You're asking all the questions That is dangerous to do For you ain't got any answers And"

Half Moon Bay - Mott The Hoople

"(Mick Ralphs/Ian Hunter) Well the colours cross my mind in a wave And the feelings that I find so very hard to say And I've gone with the rain making out But you never felt the same you are in doubt Well You"

Saturday Gigs - Mott The Hoople

"Sixty-nine was cheapo wine, Have a good time, What your sign? Float up to the Roundhouse On a Sunday afternoon. In Seventy we all agreed A King's Road flat was the place to be 'Cause Chelsea girls are"

Black Scorpio - Mott The Hoople

"(Ian Hunter/Overend Watts) Momma's little jewel, just left school. Fresh from the nuns who made you. I don't know why, but I'm gonna try to re-incelibate you. True when I hold you near, and I Come even"

Going Home - Mott The Hoople

"(Mick Ralphs) (All right) Whenever I think about the life I used to live by I wonder when I'm gonna get back It seems a long time since I moved into the city Gotta get away from all that I'm going home,"

Little Christine - Mott The Hoople

"(Mick Ralphs) The light in the bar came on The place was in a mess An hour before there'd been an awful scene Early on that day while Matt was on the phone His long time friend took a fancy to his little"

Backsliding Fearlessly - Mott The Hoople

"(Ian Hunter) I dreamt of being horses in shackles of gold And the men that were young then are now terribly old The graveyard was creaking with too many bones While the bishop was praying his cassock was"

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