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Dear Miss Lonely Hearts
I had to write this letter
To tell you how I came to meet her
She was sweet but I dated her sister
That's how I made my mistake
And I can't forget her
I felt depressed
Till a friend of mine suggested
That I write to this address
So unless you can find a cure
For my loneliness
It will persist, it will persist

Lonely boy
Looking for another
Lonely girl
To love one another
Lonely hearts
Turn to each other
Lonely souls
Lonely souls

Dear Lonely Boy
I doubt if my reply
Will bring much joy
It seems from your letter that you lied
Or strongly implied
That you were satisfied
To take her sister by your side
I became distressed
At your total lack of tactfulness
So at best
All I can suggest
Is that you resist
And you put an end
To such thoughts of silliness

Lonely boy
Looking for another
Lonely girl
To love one another
Lonely hearts
Turn to each other
Lonely souls
Lonely souls

Dear Miss Lonely Hearts
I've got problems
You're the only one I know that can solve them
I love a girl but I'm dating her sister
And if I persist in my pursuit I will kiss her

Dear Lonely Girl
I doubt if this reply will bring much joy
But you must not trust this boy
You must not lust this boy
Resist
And do not kiss this boy

Lonely boy
Looking for another
Lonely girl
To love one another
Lonely hearts
Turn to each other
Lonely souls
Lonely souls

Lonely boy
I'm writing
Lonely girl
Looking for a lonely girl
Lonely hearts
I'm lonely
Lonely souls
I've got problems you can solve them
Lonely girl
I'm writing to Dear Miss Lonely Hearts
For I'm a lonely soul
Yours sincerely
Lonely boy
Lonely girl
Must be attractive
Lonely hearts
Please send a photo
Lonely souls
One lonely boy
Is looking for another
Lonely girl
To love one another
Lonely hearts
Answer me
Answer my plea
Answer me
Lonely boy
Looking for a female
Lonely girl
Please send details

. . .


It was a rainy night the night the king went down
Everybody was crying it seemed like sadness had surrounded the town
Me I went to the liquor store
And I bought a bottle of wine and a bottle of gin
I played his records all night
Drinking with a close, close friend

Now some people say that that ain't right
And some people say nothing at all
But even in the darkest of night
You can always hear the king's call
You can always hear the king's call

Well they put him away in Memphis
Six feet beneath the clay
Everybody was crying
Everybody said it was a plain grey day

Me I went to the liquor store
And I bought another bottle of wine and another bottle of gin
I played his records all night
And I got drunk all over again

Now some people say that that ain't right
(That ain't right)
And some people say nothing at all
(I say nothing)
But even in the darkest of night
You could always hear the king's call
You could always hear the king's call

I wonder if you're lonesome tonight
And I'd rather go on hearing your lies
Than to go on living without you

Now some people say that that ain't right
And some people say nothing at all (I say nothing)
But even in the darkest of night
You could always hear the king's call
You could always hear the king's call
You could always hear the king's call
Now the stage is bare and I'm standing here
They might as well bring the curtain down
I cried the night the king died

. . .


Close your eyes my sleepy child
Don't let a teardrop fall
There is no need to cry child
There is no need at all
Dry your eyes and sleep now
Let your sweet dreams flow
And when you rise know that I'll be near
Because I love you so

Don't be sad my baby girl
Don't be bad or blue
Please don't be sad my baby girl
Your daddy is here with you
Dry your eyes don't weep now
Don't let a teardrop fall
Close your eyes and sleep now
God protect us all

And God is the greatest thing
That only the fools do not know
To love God is the greatest thing
But I'm a fool and I love you so
God knows that I love you
Sleep tight my sweet child
Don't let a teardrop flow
Goodnight my sleep child

There is no need for sorrow
So dry your eyes and sleep now
Let your sweet dreams flow
And when you rise know that I'll be near
Because I love you so
God knows that I love you
Sleep tight my sweet child
Goodnight my sweet child

. . .


She comes home at 5:30
And though her clothes are never dirty
She'll change them just the same
She likes to keep her name

She's giving it all up for love
Up for love
Up for love
She's giving it all up for love
Tattoo giving it up
Giving it up

She's giving it all up for love
Up for love
Up for love
She's giving it all up for love
Tattoo giving it up
Giving it up

She's got a tattoo on her tummy
And her Mummy plays gin rummy
Hey, you might think it's funny
But she's making all the money

She's giving it all up for love
Up for love
Up for love
She's giving it all up for love
Tattoo giving it up
Giving it up

She's giving it all up for love
Up for love
Up for love
She's giving it all up for love
Tattoo giving it up
Giving it up

She keeps a silver armadillo
Well hidden beneath her pillow
Now some think it's a cupie doll
But they've got such crazy minds

She's giving it all up for love
Up for love
Up for love
She's giving it all up for love
Tattoo giving it up
Giving it up

She's giving it all up for love
Up for love
Up for love
She's giving it all up for love
Tattoo giving it up
Giving it up

Oh, she has a unique technique
For making me obsolete, complete
She needs a beat
She needs it sweet
She needs it neat

She's giving it all up for love
Up for love
Up for love
She's giving it all up for love
Tattoo giving it up
Giving it up

She's giving it all up for love
Up for love
Up for love
She's giving it all up for love
Tattoo giving it up
Giving it up

. . .


Stop this lying
Stop this cheating
Stop treating me like I am some
Kind of fool over whose eyes you can pull the wool
You're not so cool
Remember it's to me you are speaking

Stop cutting
Stop hurting
Stop this dirt
About you lifting up your skirt
To any man dressed in pants with shirt buttons undone and flirting

When you are so low down in Soho
There is no hope no how
No place to go
You will go along
Some people say I'm a crazy kind of fool
But be that as it may
You always treat me cruel
Solo in Soho

Stop talking
Stop eating
We can't go on meeting
And greeting
Meeting and cheating and meeting
And sleeping you know that's deceiting
And that's only repeating

When you are so low
Down in Soho
There is no hope no how
There is no place to go
But you will go along
Some people say I'm a crazy kind of fool
But be that as it may you always treat me cruel
Solo in Soho

. . .


Oh won't you send a letter home
To say I'm living on my own
Girls
I need someone to love
I need someone
Girls
It's true I've been telling you all these lies
And I can't understand it
Why I've been telling thee all these lies
If you know it's a fact
Then you know I want you back
Girls

I need someone it's true, I need you
Girls
It's true for me there's you
Girls
Got class, I need her fast
Girls
She's been telling me all these lies
And I can't understand it
She's been telling me all these lies
That girl don't love me no more
Oh girl

I had to write this letter
To tell you how I came to meet him
He was sweet and I loved him
Now each time we meet I can't seem to forget him
I feel so depressed

Lost love of Romeo
Casanova has finally lost out on love
I'm jealous of his past

Oh won't you send a letter home
Say I'm living on my own
Girls
I need someone to love
I need someone to love
Girls
With class, that's fast
Don't move slow
Girls
Oh no not alone oh no
Girls
For me
I've been telling you all these lies
And I can't understand it
I've been telling you all these lies
I must have been crazy
Girl
Oh girl

My dream any sadness, sorrow or gloom
Your laugh that fills the air
With the scent of the sweetest perfume

You feel so good
You just don't care
I lay awake night crying
Because my dream may not come true
You see I love you
Please this is my one and only dream

Girls
Girls
Who's fast, she's got class, she loves last
Girls
She's not slow
She won't go
She won't leave you, alone
Girls
Don't leave me alone

. . .


"We all must beware of the yellow pearl"

The Yellow Pearl control, attack, attack, attack, attack
Yellow Pearl
It is foolish to venture into strange enchanted places
If they aren't the places you want to be

Attack, attack, attack, attack, attack, attack, attack
Is what we lack

We will arise
We will control
We will command
We will patrol

It is foolish under the guise of love and liberty
That we should capitalize and rob and fell
The poor for the socialistic tree

We will arise
We will control
Attack, attack, attack, attack, attack, attack, attack
Is what we lack
That's what you lack

We shall arise
They will arise
We shall control
They will control
We shall command
They will command
We shall patrol
They will patrol

We must fight back
We will arise
They will arise
We will control

We are now living in a situation
Where that self same situation depends on the Yellow Pearl
Attack, attack, attack, attack, attack, attack, attack
Is what we lack
We will arise
They will arise
We will control
They will control
We will command
They shall command
We will patrol
They will patrol
Arise
Yellow Pearl's upon us now
We must fight back

We will arise
They will arise
We will control
Attack, attack, attack, attack, attack, attack, attack

Is what we lack
Is what we lack
Don't trust in Liberty
To save your soul
It is genocide to let liberty lose control
Control
We must decide
Control
We the Yellow Pearl we will control

. . .


If you see Stevie Wonder tell him I hear
If you hear Stevie Wonder tell him I see
I don't want no songs for plants
I want songs for me
I don't want no songs for plants
I want liberty living in the city

If you see the doctor tell him he's king, Dr. Martin Luther
If you see the doctor tell him he's still king, you too Muhammed Ali
But this bad black boy won't be blown away by anything
Yes this bad black boy won't be blown away by anything

There are people in this town
That try to put me down
They say I don't give a damn
But the people in this town
That try to put me down
Are the people in the town
That could never understand a black man
Don't take it no more
Don't take it no more
Don't take it no more

There are people in the town
That try to put me down
They say I don't give a damn, damn
But the people in the town that try to put me down
Are the people in the town that could never understand a black man
Don't take it no more

If you see Robert Johnson, you too Robert Marley, Robert Mugabe
Now tell him I hear
If you see Malcom tell him I'm next, vexed
If you see Jimi, Jimi Hendrix
If you see my brothers tell them it's clear
I've been living on the wrong side
Now I hear
Don't take it no more
I don't take it no more
Mr. Joshua Nkomo
Don't take it no more
Jomo Kenyatta, oh no
Don't take it no more
Haile Selassi, Rastafarian
Don't take it no more
Professor Longhair
Don't take it no more

. . .


The woman she like to Rumba
The woman she like Calypso
The steel drums drive her crazy
And she can't seem to say no
She just can't seem to resist them, no

She's been drinking Jamaican rum
Dancing to the steel drums from the Caribbean
Drinking Jamaican rum
It's that West Indian rhythm

It was wild, it was wild
The night she came home drunk
She kicked in the door
And said lover you know what I want
Lover, give me what I want

She's been drinking Jamaican rum
And she's living with a black man
He's from the Caribbean
Drinking Jamaican rum
She's been drinking Jamaican rum
Dancing to the steel drums from the Caribbean
Drinking Jamaican rum
Rum and cola
It's very popular and it's twice as nice with ice

. . .


The Clash were headed for a head on collision
Crash for complete control
The Pistols left behind a swindle and a scandal
That nobody wished to handle
Sham 69 were left in a shambles
Generation X was next

Elvis and Nick Lowe
They had a go
With the help of the Attractions
And Joe Jackson said it wasn't his style
Dave Edmunds survived alive
On top of a Rockpile
Devo didn't know if they were men
Because they couldn't get no satisfaction
The Rats were caught in their own trap
Steve Strange began to change
Ultravox had a system
Kraftwerk nearly beat them
And the Yellow Magic Orchestra missed them
Eno rose for Lowe

The Slits became rasta
And the Buzzcocks played faster and faster with adrenalin
John Cooper Clarke he was smart
The Public Image became Limited
The Police were re-released and came out as a three-piece

The Rocky Horror Show became the history of tomorrow
Nina Hagen, she was a German maiden
And the music press revealed their anger
When threatened by the Stranglers

This broadcast was brought to you in 1979
I'm just talking to you over these waves
Not just about another time and another place
And before we knew it
The old wave was gone and controlled

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