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A Woman’s Song – The Style Council

Hush little baby don’t you cry
Momma’s gonna buy you a nursery rhyme
And if that don’t send you to sleep
Momma’s gonna have to find the key
All of our worries are not our choice
Someone sees to that, I know not why
Things that we’ve worked for they started to sell
Now heaven is for angels and earth is hell

Hush little baby your time may come
When things as they are now will be undone
And you as the change if you last that long
And you as the change if you last that long

Hush oh, my child, Momma’s only sad
They’ve damned nearly taken away all I have
And all I have in the world is you
Just you and the future’s that sees me through

But hush oh, my child, Momma’s only sad
They’ve damned nearly taken away all I have
And all I have in the world is you
All I have in the world is you
It’s you and the future’s that sees me through



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A Woman’s Song (HSTGA Version) – The Style Council

Hush little baby don’t you cry
Momma’s gonna buy you a nursery rhyme
And if that don’t send you to sleep
Momma’s gonna have to find the key
All of our worries are not our choice
Someone sees to that, I know not why
Things that we’ve worked for they started to sell
Now heaven is for angels and earth is hell

Hush little baby your time may come
When things as they are now will be undone
And you as the change if you last that long
And you as the change if you last that long

Hush oh, my child, Momma’s only sad
They’ve damned nearly taken away all I have
And all I have in the world is you
Just you and the future’s that sees me through

So hush little baby your time may come
The things as they are now will be undone
And you as the change if you last that long
And you as the change if you last that long

All I have in the world is you
It’s you and the future’s that sees me through


A Stone’s Throw Away – The Style Council

For liberty there is a cost – its broken skulls and leather cosh,
From the boys in uniform – now you know whose side their on –
With backing – with blessing,
From earthly gods not heaven,
A stones throw away from it all.
Whatever pleasures those who get – from stripping skin with rhino whip,
Are the kind that must be stopped – before their kind take all we’ve got –
With loving – with caring,
They take great pride in working,
The stones throw away from it all.

Whenever honesty persists – you’ll hear the snap of broken ribs,
Of anyone who’ll take no more – of the lying bastards roar –
In Chile – In Poland,
Johannesburg – South Yorkshire,
A stones throw away: Now we’re there.



A Solid Bond In Your Heart – The Style Council

Feel is a word I can’t explain
At least not in words that are plain
Make it easy to express
But I’ll try to do my best
To hit you where it counts
I just want to build up
A solid bond in your heart
(Yeah) A solid bond in your heart (Aha)

I’m fuelled by the idea
That this world was made to share
But it never seems to work out
And all we seem to share
Is doubt and misery
I just want to build up
A solid bond in your heart heart

When you feel in your soul
And your heart begins to blow
Keep it in mind to
Keep on trying

It’s like a feeling deep inside
Please don’t ever try to hide
That solid bond in your heart

(Yeah) A solid bond in your heart (Aha)

Aah, I just want to build up
A solid bond in your heart heart
It’s what’s missing from this life
And the trust you need to ignite
Any dream worth holding dear
When that dream is so near

You gotta try and try to get it back
Push it to the limit and build
A solid bond in your heart


A Gospel – The Style Council

Handed down from fathers to sons
Was the hatred of weakness and the love of guns
A talk of peace but not in our time
To save our souls and stop the crime
Onwards and upwards but going nowhere
So how many now truthfully swear
That they do no evil – see no wrong
The ad-mass agents, the writers of song
The bankers, the poets, the modern day seers
Clouding an issue that was never quite clear

Sent through the ages of boy to man
The living testament of making a stand
Killing the wicked then raising the dead
Eating propaganda and shit spoon fed
Grasping for wisdom, but thick all the same
So how many innocents now can claim
That they play with fire – and get burnt
And through the same mistakes never get learnt
Hoping for a time it will fall to place
Faith shall show as our saving grace

Handed down from God with love
Was the whole wide world and some above
But not content to share the land
Greed was shown the winning hand
And those whose greed was the strongest of all
Took upon themselves to lead the call
That some must work while other rest
Without the question of what is best
The leaders, the losers and the kings
Pass the rifle butt that tyranny brings

Passed on over to the chosen few

Was the promise of freedom with a breadline queue
Ghetto’s, gateaux and eating it too
Forcing it all down with a cola brew
The first amendment and the hunt for reds
A conscious contradiction with something said
That they see no evil – with eyes shut tight
A cocaine culture that offers no fight
Dragged from birth – drugged to death
The common excuse is ‘just being yourself’

Hand us down before it’s too late
The strength and wisdom to change our state
Governed by evil and all it will bring
I can’t wait for the day they do the lamppost swing
And no mercy should they be shown
For you cannot reason with the devil’s own
They say, they hear no evil – hands clasped tight
To shut out the victims’ screams of ol’ Uncle Sam fights
He sweats and he strains as his boney frame comes –

into the womb of an innocent one

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Waiting On A Connection – The Style Council

Cut the cake and drop the fine
I’ve seen good friends go down the line
This part of town where the sun don’t shine
Always on the connection
This wind blows cold inside the flats
The screams start up like howling cats
Righted when I kick up dust
Be there on the connection

Could spend your life while spend the cash
Sell your soul or just your ass
Beat the boredom by beating someone
Either way you’ll just be waiting on the connection

Seen all sights and they see mine
Counting seconds – I’ve done my time
Now I’m due out – They do … divine
I’m trying to make the connection

If all this were fair – and justice true
I’d drink a toast – to me and you
As it is I’ll just drink to forget
I tried to make the connection

You can kill the spirit but not the soul
Kill the poet and hope that goes
As lies are lies – I’ve lived and died
Either way I’m waiting on a connection

Soon in the bed – gonna rest – unrest
Sooner you give ……. I’ll still be here when push comes to shove
Waiting on a connection!



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I Am Leaving – The Style Council

Tired of dust and dirt to clean
This place once loved, now makes me sick
I’ve got to get away
I’ve passed the places of my youth
Torn out pages from a well-read book
I dream awhile – but I leave it anyway

But I can still remember when
I could still laugh and call you friend
And only you –

You used to talk so wild and free
Now you can’t remember what you used to be
You’ve lost the will

You could never be wrong
No, you were never that strong

Some are listening
Some are doing
Some are wasting away
I am leaving

Some cannot hear
Some are waiting
Most are writhing away

Torn between the deep blue sea
From a place on earth that appeals to me
Hell I can’t swim anyway
But not for me but those I leave
Think of them as dying leaves that may bloom again

I’m leaving

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I Ain’t Goin’ Under – The Style Council

I’ve counted all the pores of my skin
I’ve listed all the places I’ve been
I’m trying not to keep it out of my mind
I’m trying to remember my lines
I’m trying to will the sun to shine
So I don’t crack and crumble with time

Deep inside I’ve determined to win
I must admit to the skin I’m in
I ain’t going under this time
This time I’ve made up my mind
I ain’t going under this time

I’m trying to remember my lines
I’m trying to will the sun to shine
So I don’t crack and crumble with time

I’ve counted all the pores of my skin
I’ve listed all the places I’ve been
So I don’t crack and crumble with time

A Casual Affair – The Style Council

It’s funny how time seems to soften the blow
And only with time do I see at all
That the promises made were the start of the fall
The biggest mistake was to promise at all
Shout the odds
And what does it matter now?
That dreams are a passing cloud
Their place is taken
With many more fools like us

The time that we had we now have to repay
The sweet things we ate now leave a bitter taste
Can you ever remember a night or a day
You ever regretted eating that way

Say I’m wrong
But inside you know I’m right
And useless to try and fight
They say it was worth it
But you know it never was

The hurt inside
And all the wasted tears we’ve cried
Oh, the fun we had
All the good things just turned bad
Oh, the memories
Rearrange themselves to misery for me

Say I’m wrong
But inside you know I’m right
And useless to try and fight
They say it was worth it
But you know it never was

The hurt inside
And all the wasted tears we’ve cried
Oh, the fun we had
All the good things just turned bad
Oh, the memories
Rearrange themselves to misery for me

A casual affair in a casual way
We don’t go far living from day to day
It just is a laugh that we left unnamed
You came here with pride but they told you was changed

Shout the odds
And what does it matter now?
That dreams are a passing cloud
Their place is taken
With many more fools like us

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