1994 · Happiness? - Roger Taylor

Vinyl L.P · U.K · Parlophone · PCSD 157.

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Album Lyrics:

Nazis 1994.

(Taylor)

They’re saying now it never happened 

They’re saying now it never happened 

They’re saying now it never happened 

They’re saying now it never happened

We gotta stop these stinking nazis

And they say that it didn’t happen 

What the nazis did to the jews 

If they think they’ve a second coming 

Then we got different views

We gotta stop these stinking nazis

They say now it didn’t happen 

They say now it didn’t happen 

They say now it didn’t happen 

They say now it didn’t happen

We gotta stop these stinking nazis

What the world needs is more nazis 

Like it needs a hole in the head 

Your future is not safe at all 

‘Til this disease is dead

Ee gotta stop these stinking nazis

They’re saying now it never happened 

They’re saying now it never happened 

They’re saying now it never happened 

They’re saying now it never happened

Ee gotta stop these stinking nazis

Yeah!

Happiness.

(Taylor)

There’s just one thing 

That we all crave 

From the cradle 

To the grave 

A state of grace 

Or state of mind 

A point in space 

Or point in time 

In time of peace 

In times of war 

The self same goal 

That we yearn for 

Some have it all 

But still have less 

What we all need is happiness

Happiness is what you need 

Yeah happiness is all around 

It’s not easy to define it 

No it can’t easily be found 

It can’t easily be found 

You know that it’s true 

Cos’ happiness 

Just can’t be bought 

Such purity more precious still than gold 

And happiness 

Can’t just be taught 

When you’re young or if you’re old 

No matter how – how hard you try 

In your own life, and through your years 

With every up – must come a down 

Enjoy the laughter and the tears 

Of happiness.

Revelation.

(Taylor)

I went to the ukraine 

They don’t have much to eat 

No sugar on the table 

But the people stay sweet

I’ve been to the third world 

They’ve got nothing but hope 

Through the starving and dying 

Sometimes somehow they cope

It was a revelation – a revelation – 

A revelation to me

I’ve been to the u.s. 

Promised land of the free 

With the workless and homeless 

Begging on every street

It was a revelation – a revelation – 

A revelation to me

Revelation, it was a revelation

And right here in europe 

Far as can be seen 

Butter mountains and wine lakes 

That much food it’s obscene

Now you can label me stupid 

Or naive with this song 

But when children are starving 

I know what’s right and what’s wrong

It was a revelation – a revelation – 

A revelation to me.

Touch The Sky.

(Taylor)

And when you smile – honey it’s a cinch 

I’d crawl for miles – it’s worth every inch 

I’d touch the sky honey – for you ooh ooh 

The way you turn your head 

And the way you walk 

I know it’s a cliche – honey 

The way you talk 

And when you smile 

You set the world alight 

When you throw your magic switch 

You make me feel alright

yeah when you smile – it’s a cinch 

paint won’t dry – comes to the clinch 

politicians don’t lie – honey it’s you ooh ooh

The way you fix your hair 

Even – when you boil your eggs 

You got a certain something honey 

Goes straight to my legs 

And when you laugh – the whole world grins 

You get right through to my soul with just the little things

And when you smile – honey I feel 

Mountain high – honey you make 

The bad guys die – it’s you ooh ooh 

It’s the little things – you do

Yeah when you smile 

Honey – you make 

Brave men cry – honey 

You are 

Something wild -honey – 

It’s you ooh ooh 

Yeah when you smile 

I’d crawl for miles 

We’ll touch the sky honey – it’s you ooh ooh

It’s the little things 

The little things 

You do.

Foreign Sand.

(Taylor/Yoshiki)

Here we go – ain’t it grand 

Here we stand on foreign sand 

We’re not alone

Why do fear what we don’t understand 

Can we reach out our hands to try just say hello 

Try to plant a seed – fulfil the need – to make it grow – just say hello 

And when you’re far from home try to learn from all you see 

Your eyes will tell you everything you need

Why do we dread what we don’t really know 

Come not as concubine – come not as foe 

Come with intentions clearly shown 

Try to plant a seed – fulfil the need – to make it grow – just say hello 

And though you’re far from home try to learn from all you see 

Your mind will tell you everything you need – everything you need

Here we go – ain’t it grand here we stand on foreign sand 

And we’re not alone 

Red, yellow, black and white 

Every man stand in the light – stand not alone

It’s not a lie – it’s not a sham we play for keeps – it’s not a scam 

No bigotry – we’re hand in hand – it ain’t a cinch – we make a stand 

We learn to live on foreign sand – just say hello

Why do we despise when we can’t even speak 

We keep on spreading lies 

As far as we know it’s the only way to be 

Try to plant a seed – fulfil the need – to make it grow 

Just say hello 

And though you’re far from home try to learn what you could be 

Your heart will tell you everything you need 

Even though you stand here you stand on foreign sand 

Ain’t it grand here we stand – on foreign sand 

Together we stand – here we stand 

On foreign sand.

Freedom Train.

(Taylor)

It’s been a long time comin’ – 

Now it’s time to dance 

By the golden thread of circumstance 

You’re destiny come dressed as chance 

We’ve been a long time comin’ 

To this romance

Now I’m an honest man 

But the time has come 

And I’m a peaceful man 

The peace before the storm 

I think I hear my train 

I think I hear my freedom train 

I think I hear my freedom train 

I think I hear my freedom train 

I think I hear my freedom train

Now the world is changin’ – 

Faster than we know 

In these troubled lands 

Where hate dies slow 

I think a train of change 

Is comin’ down the track 

Comin’ right this way 

It ain’t turning back

Now I’m an honest man 

With a message of hope 

And I’m a peaceful man 

On a slippery slope 

I think I hear my train 

I think I hear my freedom train 

I think I hear my freedom train 

I think I hear my freedom train 

I think I hear my freedom train 

Comin’ down the track 

Comin’ down the track.

‘You Had To Be There’.

(Taylor)

The sweetest moments 

That I ever had 

The most magic memories 

That I recall

(When the man came out 

And complained in the hall) 

When I met you 

When I met you 

‘You had to be there’

The darkest hour 

That I ever lived 

And the longest fall 

That I ever fell

And the sun went in 

And the night was hell 

When you left me 

When you left me 

‘You had to be there’

The sweetest thoughts 

That I entertain 

Are of happy days 

That might come again

I don’t know your face 

I don’t know your name 

‘Til we meet again….. 

Hope we meet again 

‘You have to be there’.

The Key.

(Taylor)

There once was a king of paris 

There once was an emperor of brazil 

There was maybe a loch ness monster 

There once was a buffalo bill 

Now you can search the whole wide planet 

Scratching in the mud and worms 

But an honest politician 

Is just a contradiction in terms

And if I had the keys to the kingdom 

I’d hand them straight to you 

In another time another place 

Another life another waste 

Sometimes the last thing you wanna know is the truth

With your bishops priests and mullahs 

And all the mumbo jumbo clans 

When you’re not accepting women 

How can you love your fellow man? 

Well you can search the whole wide planet 

Down to viruses and germs 

A ‘sensible’ religion 

Is just a contradiction in terms

And if I had the keys to the kingdom 

I’d hand them straight to you 

In another time another place 

Another life another waste 

Another love another lie 

Another small way to die 

Sometimes the last thing you wanna know is the truth.

Everybody Hurts Sometime.

(Taylor)

Everybody hurts sometime – you know it 

(You know it) 

And everybody loves sometime – don’t be afraid to show it 

If you don’t get a little hurt sometime 

If you don’t dig a little dirt sometime 

You ain’t living at all

Love and affection – is the sweetest thing 

But when love turns sour – it ain’t a sin 

It’s a bitter pill but it turns to bitter – sweet – within 

And it’s on any street – everybody hurts 

Sometime

Happiness is a young mans dream 

But it don’t come easy – know what I mean? 

Gotta chase it down the street 

Right to the last scene 

Run down that illusion 

Try to live your dream

Cos everybody hurts sometime – you know it 

And everybody loves sometime – don’t be afraid to show it 

And if you don’t get a little hurt sometimes 

If you don’t dig a little dirt sometimes 

You ain’t living at all.

Loneliness…

(Taylor)

Loneliness… is the greatest curse 

And loneliness… is hell on earth 

They say it’s all in the mind 

Well I’m sure that’s true 

But knowing isn’t a cure 

It don’t help me or you

You don’t know what’s it’s like 

When you’re all on your own 

You don’t know what it’s like 

When you’re really alone 

But then it’s all in the mind – loneliness?

Loneliness… can be so unkind 

And loneliness… hope you never find it 

They say it’s all in the mind 

See how it falls off the tongue 

They say you reap what you sow 

They must be putting us on

Cos you don’t know what’s it’s like 

‘Til you’re all on your own 

No you don’t know what it’s like 

Until you’re alone 

Yeah you don’t know what it’s like 

Wait ’til you’re really alone 

But then it’s all in the mind… loneliness – loneliness – 

Loneliness.

Dear Mr. Murdoch.

(Taylor)

Dear mr murdoch, what have you done 

With your news of the screws and your soaraway sun? 

Wou sharpen our hatred 

You’ve blunted our minds 

We’re drowning in nipples and bingo and sex crimes

How many time must they poke and they pry 

Must they twist and lie? 

Just to add to the grime they even screwed up the times 

Love to kick their arse goodbye oh wouldn’t I!

Dear mr murdoch you play hard to see 

But with your bare-arsed cheek you should be on page three 

And dear mr murdoch you’re really the pits 

Bad news is good business, you’re the king of the tits

They stain all they touch, they’re real woman haters 

But we’re on their trail 

They go straight for the lowest common denominators 

How could they fail? go straight to jail – (no bail)!

Dear mr murdoch you’re a powerful man 

You control half our media whose values don’t scan 

And dear mr murdoch we’re not so amused 

Just line up the people whose lives they’ve abused

Dear mr murdoch what do you know 

With your minions like vultures and carrion crow 

They’ve sunk just as low as humans can sink 

For profit they tell us how mass murderers think

And dear mr murdoch you come down from on high 

You even bought up the air waves, you control all our sky

Dear mr murdoch you’re a dangerous chap 

With your jingoist lingo we’re drowning in crap

Dear mr murdoch where are you coming from? 

Getting so hard to tell if you’re a yank, oz or pom

Dear mr murdoch you’re really the pits 

Bad news is good business, you’re the king of the tits

Dear mr murdoch you do it with zing 

At lowering the standards you’re really the king

And dear mr murdoch what have you done? 

You’re not quite as nice as attila the hun.

Old Friends.

(Taylor)

When the sun got big, and the night came down 

We used to share a drink – and let the demons out. 

We let the good times rock, you made the bad times roll 

We used to laugh a lot, you had a lot of soul

Old friends… in better times

And when the going got hard, 

When times were tough 

We put our backs to the wall, 

You used to strut your stuff. 

With a head held high and a heart so big 

One fist at the sky… and shake a leg.

Old friends in better times

(Even though, even though we miss you now 

Look forward don’t look back 

We’ll get by somehow)

And so I raise my glass in a last goodbye 

Sleep in peace old friend, for me you’ll never die 

The best thing I can say, after all this time, is 

You were a real friend, of mine

Old friends… in better times.

Liner Notes:

Produced by roger taylor

co-produced and engineered by joshua j macrae

mixed by roger taylor and joshua j macrae

all songs written by roger taylor

except ‘foreign sand’ written by roger taylor and yoshiki

roger taylor: drums, vocals, guitars and stuff

jason falloon: guitars

phil spalding: bass

mike crossley: piano and keyboards

catherine porter: backing vocals

joshua j macrae: programming

drums by ludwig. cymbals by zildjian. guitars by fender

recorded at cosford mill on two sony pcm 3324s’ digital

mastered by chris blair at abbey road

except ‘foreign sand’:

yoshiki: arrangement, drums, piano and synthesizer

roger taylor: vocals

jim cregan: guitars

phil chen: bass

dick marx: strings arrangement

brad buxer and geoff grace: programming

produced by yoshiki and roger taylor

mixed by rich breen

recorded by rich breen and mick ging

assistant engineered by hiro inoguchi (toshiba emi)

recorded and mixed at one on one recording, l.a.

thanks to:

debbo, rory eleanor, felix luther, rufus tiger,

gerry stickells, peter chant, efm, hhb, louise for her

laughter, harris grant associates, tickle music, steve

prior, all the guys at the mill, ian southwell and kevin

jacobs of metropolis studios, jim fifield and all at emi.

management: jim beach

nightjar productions ltd: sally hyatt

personal assistant to roger taylor: martin groves

further information:

official fanclub:

the old bakehouse, 16a high street, barnes, london sw13

nightjar productions ltd:

46 pembridge road, london w11 3hn

publicity: roxy meade, scott riseman lipsey meade,

22 stephenson way, london nw1 2hd

for yoshiki / foreign sand:

management: japan music agency

executive producers:

kei ishizaka (toshiba emi),

kaz utsunomiya (virgin records u.s.a.),

jim beach,

doc mcghee (mcghee entertainment),

yukitaka mashimo (japan music agency)

special thanks to: toshi, hide, pata, and heath from x

japan, extasy american inc. (masa sato, emi, michelle,

riki, nagata), drum doctor (ross), all staff at one on one

recording and japan music agency.

design by roger taylor and richard gray

photography by richard gray, simon fowler,

george taylor and art directors photo library

“everything exists in limited quantity –

especially happiness”… picasso.

dedicated to the tasmanian tiger –

thylacinus cynocephalus…

but most especially… for freddie

2013 Remaster from The Lot

Remastered by Kevin Metcalfe at The Soundmasters, London.