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Some Song Lyrics (more to follow...)
Lyrics from a selection of my rocker-related songs

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Rockin' at the Ace Cafe

Rockin' at the Ace Cafe (© Martin Craig, 1973)

Well, dig the sound, shakin' the ground

burnin' up the carriageway

Dig the sound of a big 650

Super Rocket BSA

Hot on the tail of a shiny black Bonneville

headin' for the Ace Cafe

.

Jimmy come ridin' the black Bonneville

got a jacket of studded leather

When Jimmy come walkin' in the Ace Cafe

you'd think there was a change in the weather

Got his eyes wide open for a fast lookin' girl

you can bet they'll be leavin' together

.

Ridin', ridin', ridin' to the Ace Cafe

Ridin' ridin' ridin' to the Ace Cafe

On a black Bonneville and a Super Rocket BSA

.

Ricky looks cool in a long red jacket

with a jet black velvet lapel

Got a bootlace tie, tight black jeans

and white beetle-crushers as well

Dancin' with Julie to the juke-box rhythm

of The King singin' Heartbreak Hotel

.

Red head Julie, turned sixteen

decided she could live on her own

That's what she said to her father and mother

when she told 'em she was leavin' home

She said "No need to worry, I've saved up my money

if I need anymore I'll 'phone"

.

Red head Julie, turned sixteen today

She's dressed to kill, ready to be on her way

Lookin' for action, she found it at the Ace Cafe

.

When Julie hit town, she wandered around

lookin' for a place to stay

Then a teenage rocker on a souped-up Tiger Cub

took her to the Ace Cafe

He thought he would score, but then Ricky hit the floor

and stole Julie's heart away

.

Jet black Jimmy stuck his glass on the jukebox

threw his cigarette on the floor

Then he walked up to Rick, who was boppin' so slick

and pointed out the way to the door

Ricky turned 'round slow, said "Boy, you'd better blow,

I've flattened better cats than you before"

.

Call the cops on the double, there's trouble at the Ace Cafe

Hear the waiter grumble, there's a rumble at the Ace Cafe

Well, I can't deny it

there's a riot at the Ace Cafe

.

Julie got wise, tears in her eyes

she was wishin' she was back at home

She shouted "Go on fightin' just as long as you like,

I'd be better off on my own"

Ricky and Jimmy stood starin' at each other

while Julie walked away alone

.

She pulled a scarf on her head and ran out into the pourin' rain

Then she hitched a ride on a wagon and was gone again

bumpin' and rollin' back home on the Northbound lane

.

And they kept on rockin', rockin', rockin' at the Ace Cafe

Rockin', rockin', rockin' at the Ace Cafe

Rockin', rockin' at the Ace Cafe

.

Ridin', ridin', ridin to the Ace Cafe

Ridin' ridin', ridin' to the Ace Cafe

On a black Bonneville and a Super Rocket BSA

© Martin Craig, 1973. (Copyright Control)


Ghost Train

Ghost Train © Martin Craig, 1976

Got paid tonight, gonna take a chance to win

Goin' up to the gate, got the money in my hand

Bright lights call me - come on, step right in!

Ghost Train, bet you wondered where I'd been?

.

Roll like a waltzer, rock like a Speedmobile

Gotta hang on tight, takes a nerve of solid steel

Takes a heart of stone, and a cast iron will

Ghost Train's gonna ride the line again

.

Through the hills where the sickle moon is bright

Down the valleys to the darkest dead of night

Cold hand brushed my face again

Ghost Train, she's rollin' like the wind

Ghost Train, she's rollin' like the wind

.

With a kiss of ice, you turned me into stone

Along the rails, I looked but you were gone

Blue memories, gonna cut me to the bone

Ghost Train, won't you never pass my home?

Ghost Train, won't you never pass my home?

© Martin Craig, 1976 (Copyright Control)


Grease on my Pillow

Grease on my Pillow © Martin Craig, 1977

I got home at 6am

and something doesn't fit

The back door was on the latch

the outside lamp was lit

I crawled in bed beside you

but still something wasn't right

there's grease on my pillow

and I wasn't home last night

There's grease on my pillow

and I wasn't home last night

.

The Gold Star's been running rough

and I need time to think

Billy's wedding was bad enough

don't offer me a drink

I know you're tryin' to sleep

and I don't want another fight

but there's grease on my pillow

and I wasn't home last night

There's grease on my pillow

and I wasn't home last night

.

I know you said those flying boots

came from a jumble sale

but what about this leather jacket

hangin' on my rail?

Just before I came to bed

I looked out at the rain

Thought I saw a Bonneville

pull out of our back lane

You needn't bother waking up for me

I get the point

There's grease on my pillow

and my nose is out of joint

There's grease on my pillow

and my nose is out of joint

© Martin Craig, 1977 (Copyright Control)

Livin' on the A19

Livin' on the A19 © Martin Craig, 1977

Well so long Lynn, I'm goin' down the A19 again Saturday night

We're doin' a booking for Jimmy the King

and the motor's not running right.

Worked on Teesside so many times

Places like the one before

and I know you think something's loose in my head

'cause I keep comin' back for more.

Livin' on the A19, da da da

Livin' on the A19

.

Wingate, Hartlepool, Eston, Redcar,

signs comin' up in the dark.

Cold in the cab, and the engine sounding like it's

running on a dying spark.

Whitburn, Grangetown, watch out! slow down!

Trouble at Portrack Lane.

Two more verses of 'The Promised Land'

then we're loading up the gear again

Livin' on the A19, da da da

Livin' on the A19

.

Antoine Legris, sittin' hunched at the wheel

with a burned-out look on his face.

Mad Dog Lupé tryin' to sleep

sitting on a saxophone case.

Headlight beams catch the marks on the screen

in the glare of a passing car

and could that shape in the back be Speedo

or the Sunderland Superstars?

Livin' on the A19, da da da

Livin' on the A19

.

The Midnight Movie came to an end

as we dragged through Peterlee

By the time we're home, the lights'll be out

there won't be any company.

I might get mad, shout "I live here too!"

You'll come right back at me

"For all I see you, you might just as well be

Livin' on the A19, da da da

Livin' on the A19"

Livin' on the A19, da da da

Livin' on the A19

© Martin Craig, 1977 (Copyright Control)






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