Through The Looking Glass Mott The Hoople

Why then did ya have to grin, now the blood rolls down my chin Oh You know you painted so much blue, and I'm much younger than that too Oh mirror - what did I do to you?

Ballad Of Mott Mott The Hoople

I changed my name in search of fame to find the Midas touch Oh I wish I'd never wanted then what I want now, twice as much We crossed the mighty oceans and we had a few divides But we never crossed emotion

Whiskey Women Mott The Hoople

Who do you think you are looking at me like that Put your face on someone else's head Where do you think you're at hanging around my leg Put yourself in someone else's bed Whiskey women, American lay Whiskey

Black Hills Mott The Hoople

Looking out the backdoor to the empty hills beyond over there. There's something I don't understand. Yeah, you can make what you like of it. But I don't want to be a part of it, anymore.

Pearl 'N' Roy (England) Mott The Hoople

It's clean the chimneys kids, and it's 1974 Shake a fist, make Oliver Twist there's no way you ain't poor Work the mine, work the factory line Watch the news, get the blues, blow a fuse Number One ain't

All the Young Dudes (Album Version) Mott the Hoople

Billy rapped all night \'bout his suicide How he\'d kick it in the head when he was 25 Don\'t wanna stay alive when you\'re 25 Wendy\'s stealing clothes from unlocked cars Freddy\'s got spots from

All the Young Dudes Mott the Hoople

Billy rapped all night \'bout his suicide How he\'d kick it in the head when he was 25 Don\'t wanna stay alive when you\'re 25 Wendy\'s stealing clothes from unlocked cars Freddy\'s got spots from

All The Way From Memphis Mott The Hoople

way down the dusty trail And the sun burns hot on the cold steel rails 'N I look like a bum 'n I crawl like a snail All the way from Memphis Well I got to Oreoles y'know - it took a month And there

All The Way To Memphis Mott The Hoople

Forgot my six-string razor, hit the sky Half way to Memphis 'fore I realized Well, I rang the information, my axe was cold They said, she rides the train to Oreoles Now it's a mighty long way down the

Medley Mott The Hoople

God ain't jive 'N one by one For I can see his love As it runs alive Oh, cross over shame like the wise dove Through fields of rusted wire The war has just begun Who cares not for fame just for shy love

I'm A Cadillac/El Camino Dolo Roso Mott The Hoople

a worn out shoe Gotta grease my wheels, turn around and crawl to you And you turn me on, like you did before Burnin' up my days and nights, lock me up in chains But it won't be long you'll be running through

Rest In Peace Mott The Hoople

And if my dreams were willing to come true, Oh I would not even try to let them through. I'm sure there's things I've missed, that others preached.

At The Crossroads Mott The Hoople

Leaving me girl and moving on down the road You left me many burdens such a heavy load Well the crossroads all my life it has been And it sure does bring me out when I think about what went down And I'm

Trudi's Song Mott The Hoople

She doesn't have to say - she only has to look I think she sees through me - reads me like a book And I'm in love with her, and she's in love with me Mmmmm, I got my babe, Mmmmm, I got my babe, And the

Hymn For The Dudes Mott The Hoople

God ain’t jive For I can see his love As it runs alive ‘N one by one Through fields of rusted wire The war has just begun Oh, cross over shame like the wise dove Who cares not for fame just for

Hymn For The People Mott The Hoople

God ain’t jive For I can see his love As it runs alive ‘N one by one Through fields of rusted wire The war has just begun Oh, cross over shame like the wise dove Who cares not for fame just for

American Pie Mott The Hoople

, that's not how it used to be When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and me Oh, and while the king was looking down

Sucker Mott The Hoople

Hi there your friendly neighbourhood sadist want to take you for a ride Come on tell me 'bout the nights that I make you cry Two tiny purple hands crawling out across the floor All I could hear was

I Wish I Was Your Mother Mott The Hoople

I scream at you for sharing n I curse you just for caring I hate the clothes youre wearing, theyre so pretty n I tell to not to see me n I tell you not to feel me n I make your life a drag, its such

Ballad Of The Mott Hoople Mott The Hoople

I changed my name in search of fame To find the midas touch Oh I wish I'd never wanted then What I want now twice as much We crossed the mighty ocean And we had a few divides But we never crossed

Ballad Of Mott The Hoople Mott The Hoople

I changed my name in search of fame To find the midas touch Oh I wish I'd never wanted then What I want now twice as much We crossed the mighty ocean And we had a few divides But we never crossed

The Journey Mott The Hoople

All the changes they will take their time In the morning dust they'll begin to rise Halfway to a borderline Well i can see the end For the very first time Well i know i lost just a little bit on the journey

Wrong Side Of The River Mott The Hoople

I was born on the wrong side of the river Where the sun never shone on my brass Though the seasons were rapidly changing Oh the best things were coming too fast I was waving the flag of indifference Never

Golden Age Of Rock 'N' Roll Mott The Hoople

Everybody hazy shell-shocked and crazy Screaming for the face at the window Jeans for the genies dresses for the dreamies Fighting for a place in the front row Oh oh oh good for your body it's good

Waterlow Mott The Hoople

I followed the night till the morning sunlight And I thought of the changing times And I followed the child with the evergreen smile And the blue broken tears start to cry Blue broken tears hide away

All the Young Dudes (Single Version) Mott The Hoople

, All the young dudes (I want to hear you.), carry the news. carry the news (I want to see you.), boogaloo dudes (I want to talk to you - all of you.), carry the news.

The Wheel Of The Quivering Meat Conception Mott The Hoople

This isn't a song in the true sense of the word - it is an end-of-session jam (sounds a bit like 'the journey'); but i have included it anyway.

One Of The Boys Mott The Hoople

Know that I grow my hair just to scare the teacher My goodness gracious me ain't little johnny a creature And I lost count of the times when I never bathed I'm one of the boys One of the boys

The Moon Upstairs Mott The Hoople

Well my brother he was a drinking man And i asked him for release He said this won't do you no good And sent for the police Well they busted me for nothing Cos they said i was insane So they let my body

The Golden Age Of Rock N' Roll Mott The Hoople

Ladies and gentlemen, The golden age of rock and roll... Everybody hazy, shell-shocked and crazy. Screaming for the face at the window.

The Golden Age Of Rock 'N' Roll Mott The Hoople

Ladies and Gentlemen, The golden age of rock and roll.... Everybody hazy, shell-shocked and crazy. Screaming for the face at the window. Fighting for a place in the front row.

Road To Birmingham Mott The Hoople

His feet lay heavy on the road that led to Birmingham Unseeing eyes, defeated cries, the mysteries of men.

Darkness Darkness Mott The Hoople

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 from constant

Roll Away The Stone Mott The Hoople

Baby if you just say you still care Follow you most anywhere Roll away the stone, roll away the stone.

Momma's Little Jewel Mott The Hoople

Momma's little jewel just out of school fresh from the nuns that made you Don't know why but I'm going to try to re-in-celibate you Momma's little jewel you got the rules but I'll be the one to

Saturday Gigs Mott The Hoople

In Seventy we all agreed A King's Road flat was the place to be 'Cause Chelsea girls are the best in the world for company.

Alice Mott The Hoople

Now Alice needed money I put $10 on the breeze, As the wind died away she sank way below her knees, She must have been at least a fathom high.

Growing Man Blues Mott The Hoople

Well it's Sunday afternoon I'm sitting in my living room And I'm stung by love Baby don't care about me She got a place on the North End Road I been around, the curtains were closed And I'm stung by love

Black Scorpio (Momma's Little Jewel) Mott The Hoople

Fresh from the nuns who made you. I don't know why, but I'm gonna try to re-incelibate you.

Lay Down Mott The Hoople

the ones who stand and frown Lay down, lay down, let it all down Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown Oh raise the candles high 'cos if you don't we can't stand black against the

Crash Street Kidds Mott The Hoople

keep us like rats - then you Tell 'em we're brats and the press twist our fist - get me out of this Pull down the wires, set you on fire - I'm getting too tired to resist, mist.

Crash Street Kids Mott The Hoople

keep us like rats - then you Tell 'em we're brats and the press twist our fist - get me out of this Pull down the wires, set you on fire - I'm getting too tired to resist, mist.

Death May Be Your Santa Claus Mott The Hoople

How long 'fore you realise you swing How long 'fore you realise you sting From the good to the bad to the ugly change How long 'fore you start to rearrange How long how long 'fore you realise that

Angel Of Eighth Avenue Mott The Hoople

The willow in the wind is gently weeping No city lights tonight for she is sleeping But in a little while she will awake and gently smile My angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning.

Marionette Mott The Hoople

No puppet, no liar, won't bend my lips to wire - no Don't pressurize me so Don't gamble, with my life, or you won't live to do it twice Oh take some good advice from me And let the wires rock

Walking With A Mountain Mott The Hoople

in black so nobody sees you Smile in the wings, tell me I please you Call me a king and watch for the wordworm to choke me And you're like a giraffe, the performance is poor Watch the audience laugh as

Whizz Kid Mott The Hoople

Little whizz kid mystified me, she was a new york city beat She came on flash - monster mash, motors in her feet Now we moved out of manhattan to her home on the brooklyn heights Her dad's a street

Midnight Lady Mott The Hoople

Well I went down to the bunny station Cause I wanted love for a week or two I wanted you on a week vacation Cause its costing me but its killing you NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naa

Sweet Jane Mott The Hoople

Standing on the corner Suitcase in my hand Jack is in his corset and jane is in her vest And me I'm in a rock and roll band Riding in a stutz bearcat jim Those were different times And the

Roll Away The Stone/Sweet Jane Mott The Hoople

Standing on the corner Suitcase in my hand Jack is in his corset and Jane is in her vest And me I'm in a rock and roll band Riding in a Stutz Bearcat Jim Those were different times And the poets studied