100 Miles Below

Side one: the muscle

FREE AS A BIRD
CHORUS: Free.... Free as a bird. Free…. Free as a bird.

Last night there was nothin’ to stop us, Last night it was all we could do;
No one around to inturrupt us, Last night was made for me & you.

CH: Free …. Free as a bird…. etc.

Don’t matter if the party’s over, Don’t matter if the rent is due;
No need to run, to run for cover, Only matters if it matters to you.

CH: Free …. Free as a bird….etc.

BEST DRESSED GHOST IN LIMBO
If that lethargy has got me on my knees,
n’All this peace has got me to pieces,
I’d give anything at all, to hang my troubles on the wall,
Like a picture, to remind me….
That anytime at all your trouble melts like snow when even tho’ the night before
You might have cried aloud

If that lethargy has got you on your knees,
n’Too much peace has got you to pieces
Turn it up and make it loud; Lord make love good, make it proud,
Get high and mighty…. (Turn around and know: )
Trouble melts like snow , even tho’ the night before you might have called aloud

Whichever way that most feels cold,
Any way that wind blows, you’re the best dressed ghost in limbo.
L.I.M.B.O. (x 4 times)

L.I.M.B.O. (x 4 times)

So if that lethargy has got you on your knees,
And all this peace has got you to pieces
Make love good and make it proud, Turn it up and make it loud
Get HIGH and MIGHTY.
Even tho’ the snow will melt-down
You will know you’re the best dressed ghost in limbo.

WAITING FOR MIDNIGHT
Alright, alright, I believe what you say
Goodnight… for me it’s not the end of the day
Thoughts do flow and run like coloured sound
that’s caught the glowing of the sun as it was going down;
As it is settin’ early risers gettin’ far too tired to go outside
And touch the ground.

Already the first up this morning are yawning between their prayers,
And others are already snoring down in the depths of their old armchairs
And there’s still more sleepin’ on somebody else’s floor
Sometimes y’know life is so unfair,
And everybody’s getting far too tired to go outside together
And show they care.

Waitin’ for midnight to strike all around
Waiting for midnight to strike,  Yeah, I love that sound
Waitin’ for midnight to strike,  That’s the sound that I like

(Repeat first verse)

Sound that I like. Can you hear that chime?
Well well well; Waitin’ for that midnight bell
Can I hear that sound?? That sound. All around.
Instead… In my head. Waitin’ Waitin’ waitin’,
Coz I love that sound, waiting for midnight
Waiting for midnight.

THE ROAD
The time is getting nearer when we will have to go
Just can’t sit and talk about this lifestyle any more
But just like any dream, kid,  it’s the only one we know
So I guess we better move on down that road we walked before.

On the road below are laws and cars,
In the sky above… so many stars
And then I felt I lost ya, I felt I lost ya babe;
And then I saw ya comin’, I saw ya comin’
She said: “I was walkin’…....You better see it.”

Side two: the magic

HEAVY IN E
Oh baby, you know what you do to me, you make my knees tremble.
When you get right up close to me, I can’t get my brains assembled.
Or when I’m coming down that street towards ya,
I know you tip your hat and say “Well high, how are ya??”
Oh babe you know what you do to me,
You make my wig lift off !!

Don’t ya know just where you left me ? Where you comin’ from?
What did your Mother say, when she first come (to tea)
She said “Get that boy right out’a here”, And I’m not just talkin’ bout last year.
Oh baby you know what you do to me, you make my knees tremble.
Every time you get up close to me, I cant get my brains, I can’t get my brains,
I can’t get… I can’t get…I can’t, I can’t… I can’t get my brains assembled, now.

Oh baby you know what ya do, Oh baby you know what ya do,
Come on…. get upon your window sill,
Come on open up your grill, Take off from your window sill
Oh babe you know what you do, You make my, make my…
Brain cells fry.

ONE HUNDRED MILES BELOW
I see the horizon, hundred miles down below
I see the horizon, A hundred miles below
A hundred tons of sunshine, a thousand gallons of snow
Now you’re goin’ to wonder, where all that sunshine’s gone
Tho I see the horizon, ‘bout a hundred miles below
Have you been to the future time? Or have ya been here before?
No kind of after-life, Just some kind of dream I had last night,
Hey, have you been here before ?
Then ya see the horizon, about a hundred miles below,
Everything seems to be frozen, Like it’s all been here before.
Feel like I been here, feel like I been here before.


Lyrics to “Free As A Bird” by Huw Gower
All others by Rod Goodway