Meat Loaf — Braver Than We Are All Songs by Jim Steinman

Cover art of 'Braver Than We Are' by Julie Bell. In the foreground, we see our two heroes Meat and Jim on their backs. Meat is wearing a long, black coat and carries a glowing suitcase. Jim wears a studded leather jacket, and holds a guitar reminiscent of the 'Bad for Good' cover. Before them, in and orange clouded sky, we see the Four Bikers of the Apocalypse (hattip to Terry Pratchett) approaching. Their bikes bear some resemblance to those on the 'Bat Out of Hell' and 'Dead Ringer' album covers.
1 Who Needs the Young 5:27 Jim Steinman
2 Going All the Way Is Just the Start (a song in 6 movements) (feat. Ellen Foley and Karla DeVito) 11:28 Jim Steinman / Don Black
3 Speaking In Tongues (feat. Stacy Michelle) 4:23 Jim Steinman
4 Loving You's a Dirty Job (But Somebody’s Gotta Do It) (feat. Stacy Michelle) 6:09 Jim Steinman
5 Souvenirs 8:17 Jim Steinman
6 Only When I Feel 1:56 Jim Steinman
7 More 6:06 Andrew Eldritch / Jim Steinman
8 Godz 3:34 Jim Steinman
9 Skull of Your Country (feat. Cian Coey) 3:34 Jim Steinman
10 Train of Love 4:23 Jim Steinman

This record is explicit and politically incorrect.

All songs written by Jim Steinman, except
“Going All the Way Is Just the Start” Music & Lyrics by Jim Steinman, Additional Lyrics by Don Black;
“More” Music & Lyrics by Jim Steinman and Andrew Eldritch
“Skull of Your Country” was inspired by Eric Bentley’s translation of Bertolt Brecht

All music recorded by The Neverland Express
John Miceli: Drums
Paul Crook: Guitars/Loops/Synths
Randy Flowers: Guitars/Vocals
David Luther: Sax/B3 Organ/Strings/Horn Arrangements
Justin Avery: Piano/Synth/Strings/Backing Vocal Arrangements
Danny Miranda: Bass Guitar
Stacy Michelle: Vocals
Cian Coey: Vocals
Alicia Avery: Backing Vocals
Rickey Medlocke: Slide Guitar Solo on “Train of Love”

Produced, Mixed & Engineered by Paul Crook for Crooked Media, LLC (a division of DevilStar Entertainment Group)
Creative Consultant: Jim Steinman
Arranged by Jim Steinman, Meat Loaf & Paul Crook
Additional Engineering: John Micelli, Pat Thrall & Steve Rinkoff
Recorded in Wally’s Wilderness
Mixed at Spencer Studios
Mastered by Maor Appelbaum at Maor Appelbaum Mastering, California, USA
Production / Artist Co-ordinator: Frances Bowdery
Production Assistant: Joe Libretti
Cover Art: Julie Bell
Photography: Martin Hausler. Thanks to the Neon Museum, Las Vegas.
Art Direction / Design: David Alan Kogut

Management: Ken Levitan for Vector Management. Tom Consolo for TC Management.
Business Management: Terry Doty for Fulton Management
Tour Management: Bob Quandt
Legal Representation: Jess Rosen, Greenberg Traurig
Theatrical Management: Michael Greene, Greene & Associates
Legal Representation (Acting): Jeffrey Bernstein, JTWAMMK
U.S. Booking Agent: Dennis Arfa & Pete Pappalardo at AGI
International Booking Agent: Neil Warnock at United Talent Angency

Thanks to
DevilStar Apparel, Mark Katzen Guitars, Nash Guitars, Taylor Guitars, FU Tone, Amalfitano Pickups, Fractal Axe FX, Mission Pedals, Stomplabel, Line 6 Wireless, DR Strings, Floyd Rose, Schaller Guitar Parts, JamHub, Plug & Mix, Softube, Waves, Sonor Drums, Zildjian Cymbals, Evans Drumheads, Vater Drumsticks, Earthworks Mics and Preamps, Gibraltar Hardware, SKB Cases, Nord Keyboards, Fender Musical Instruments / Fender Custom Shop, Clayton Picks, Radial Engineering, Pedal-Racks, Pedaltrain, Dunlop / MXR, Lollar Pickups, TC Electronics, Tech 21, Jerry Harvey Audio, TKL Cases, Hipshot, Ernie Ball / Musicman, Wayne @ Sweetwater.

Thank You’s
Steve Vining, Stu Fine and all at Savoy, David Sonenberg, Tammy Nichols, Romero, Nicole Hauer & all at Vector Management, Gabby Consolo & all at TC Management, Jennifer Doty, Deborah Gillespie Aday, Amanda Aday, Pearl Aday, Scott Ian, Revel Young Ian, Angus Aday, Hellen Gillespie & Family, Earl Shuman, Brett, Michele & Harper Cullen, Jeffrey Higginbotham, Shawn Nasseri, Robert Koblin, Jill Arnold, Brian Perri, Robert Butler, Kristie Rocca-Crook, Eve Miceli, Marni Bowdery, Ken Solky, Bill Wendlandt.

A special thank you to Tom Brislin.

An incredibly special thank you goes to all the fans around the world, who have given their love and support for over 40 years.

This album is dedicated to the memory of Gary Haber, Peggy Shuman & McKenna Aday.

CD + DVD Edition

The CD + DVD Edition includes the DVD “Behind the Scenes: Making of Braver Than We Are” with 20 minutes of interviews with Meat Loaf and the Neverland Express, session footage, footage from Meat Loaf’s Vegas show and archive material.

Bonus Tracks

11 For What It’s Worth (with Stephen Stills) 3:20 Stephen Stills
12 Prize Fight Lover 5:35 Rick Brantley / Dave Bassett / Tommy Henriksen
13 I’d Do Anything for Love (But I Won’t Do That) (orchestral version feat. Imelda May) 10:18 Jim Steinman

iTunes Bonus Version

11 I’d Do Anything for Love (But I Won’t Do That) (songwriter demo) 10:24 Jim Steinman
12 Dirty Water (songwriter demo) 4:36
13 Prize Fight Lover (songwriter demo) 5:26 Rick Brantley / Dave Bassett / Tommy Henriksen
14 Who Needs the Young (songwriter demo) 4:28 Jim Steinman
15 Going All the Way Is Just the Start (radio edit) (feat. Ellen Foley and Karla DeVito) 4:20 Jim Steinman / Don Black
Label Cat.No. F. Y. C. Notes
1 429 Records FNT16129 CD+DVD 2016 EU
2 429 Records FNT16128 2LP 2016
3 429 Records FNT16149 CD 2016 EU Bonus Edition
4 429 Records AAC 2016 iTunes bonus version

Who Needs the Young

Who needs the young?
The revelation of their faces and their hair
When all we have are withered traces of the faces we once were
And suffocation in the dirty, fatal air
Who needs the young bodies floating in the sun?

Who needs the young?
The celebration of the races that they’ve have won
The sado-masochistic things they’ve never done — disgusting
And all the places that we never will have gone
Who needs the young bodies floating in the sun?

Who needs the young?

My eyes just aren’t what they were
My eyes just aren’t what they were
My eyes just aren’t what they were
Is there anyone left who can see? Blind him!

My lips just aren’t what they were
My lips just aren’t what they were
My lips just aren’t what they were
Is there anyone left who can kiss? Spit on him!

My mind just isn’t what it was
My mind just isn’t what it was
My mind just isn’t what it was
Is there anyone left who can dream? Wake him!

My legs just aren’t what they were
My legs just aren’t what they were
My legs just aren’t what they were
Is there anyone left who can dance? Cripple him!

My voice just isn’t what it was
My voice just isn’t what it was
My voice just isn’t what it was
Is there anyone left who can sing? Silence him!

My sex just isn’t what is was
My sex just isn’t what is was
My sex just isn’t what is was
Is there anyone left who can fuck? Screw them! …

Who needs the young?
The perfect star of flesh that never has to cry
Who needs the filthy moaning passed from thigh to thigh?
Who needs the self-appointed prophets waving banners in the bloodshot sky

Who needs the young when we’re spending all the rest of our wonderful lives learning to die! …

Written by Jim Steinman. Published by Lost Boys Music (BMI).

Going All the Way is Just the Start (a song in 6 movements feat. Ellen Foley and Karla DeVito)

I.

Meat Loaf: Sometimes it’s the night
And the way it seems to cry
And whisper terrifying secrets in your ear
Sometimes it’s the day
And the sun has got no mercy
Lighting up and burning everything that’s in its way

There are times I’ve gotta run
Times I’ve gotta hide
Things I’ve left undone
Things I’ve cast aside
So many things to try
So many things denied
If I ever tell you the truth
I’d swear you would leave me
I need the proof
That you would believe me

Karla DeVito: You think I fly like an angel without any tears
Higher and higher, above the world and all its fears

Ellen Foley: Everybody’s ready to fly
But the storms are never so very far

Karla & Ellen: And you think my life is shining like a star
But the fears are never very far
And …

All: We always seem so much braver than we ever are
We always dream we seem braver but we never are
Karla & Ellen: Let’s run away
Let’s go so far …

II.

Meat Loaf: There are secrets I never can tell
There are shadows of darkness and heaven
There are so many suburbs of hell
And their hours are 24/7

There are so many wounds you can’t heal
So many nightmares are turning too real
So much of paradise lost and you added the cost
But there’s nothing to be sorry for
Now we can feel so much more
Now we can be loving you
Nothing that we’re scared to do

Ellen: You see me smile and you swear that I could walk on air
You see me dancing, the moonlight glancing at my hair
You see me as powerfully strong
But the nightmare’s never so very far

Karla: And you think my life is shining like a star
But the tears are never very far!
The fears are never very far!
And …

All: We always seem so much braver than we ever are
We always seem to be braver but we never are
Karla & Ellen: Let’s fly away
Let’s go too far …

III.

Karla: Sometimes it’s the flesh
And the way it seems to yearn
For all the magic of the single perfect touch

Ellen: Sometimes it’s the soul
And it’s waiting for salvation
You’ll know when you get it
There can never be too much

Karla & Ellen: There are times I’ve gotta run
Times I’ve gotta hide
Things I’ve left undone
Things I’ve cast aside
So many things to try
So many things denied
If I ever tell you the truth
Would you ever believe me?
Show me the proof
I’m so scared you would leave me

Meat Loaf: You think I fly like an angel without any care
Higher and higher, as if I’m breathing sacred air

Meat Loaf & Karla: Everybody’s ready to fly
But the storms are never so very far
And you think my life is shining like a star
But the fears are never very far
Or the nightmare’s never very far
And …

All: We always seem so much braver than we ever are
We always dream we seem braver but we never are
Let’s run away
Let’s go too far …

IV.

Ellen: Say a prayer for those who crawl
Say a prayer for those who run
Say a prayer so all and all
There’s a better life to come

(we always seem so much braver than we ever are …)

Meat Loaf: Say a prayer for those alone
Say a prayer for those apart
All the golden boys and girls
The crusaders of the heart

(we always dream we’d be braver but we never are …)

Karla: Say a prayer for all the lost
Say a prayer for the unborn
Say a prayer for all the young
It takes a fire to keep them warm

Meat Loaf: Say a prayer for those obsessed
Say a prayer for those enslaved
Say a prayer to beat the drums
From the cradle to the grave

Meat Loaf & Ellen: Say a prayer for all the saints
Say a prayer for all the sins
Let the dancing never end
Let the future now begin

Meat Loaf & Karla: Say a prayer to all the gods
Some are near and some are far
Say a prayer to all the gods
To make us braver than we are

V.

Meat Loaf & Ellen: How far is too far baby?
Come on and take me, take me!
We’re crusaders of the heart
And going all the way is just the start

Karla: The crusaders of the heart

Ellen: How far is too far?
How far is too far, baby?
Meat Loaf & Ellen: Take me deep inside the heart
And going all the way is just the start

Ellen: How far is too far baby?
Meat Loaf & Ellen: Come on and take me, take me!
We’re crusaders of the heart
And going all the way is just the start

Karla: The crusaders of the heart

(say a prayer)
(say a prayer)

Meat Loaf & Ellen: Going all the way is just the start

Karla: Make us braver than we are

Meat Loaf: There’s no such thing as too far
Meat Loaf & Ellen: I’ve got to be where you are
Going all the way is just the start
Karla: The crusaders of the heart

Ellen: How far is too far?
Meat Loaf: I’ve got to be where you are
Meat Loaf & Ellen: Going all the way is just the start
Karla: Make us braver than we are

(we always seem so much braver than we ever are …)

All: How far is too far baby?
Come on and take me, take me!
We’re crusaders of the heart
And going all the way is just the start

(we always dream we’d be braver but we never are …)

How far is too far?
How far is too far, baby?
Take me deep inside the heart
And going all the way is just the start

(we always seem so much braver than we ever are …)

How far is too far baby?
Come on and take me, take me!
We’re crusaders of the heart
And going all the way is just the start

(we always dream we’d be braver but we never are …)

How far is too far?
How far is too far, baby?
Take me deep inside the heart
And going all the way is just the start

VI.

Say a prayer to all the gods
Some are near and some are far
Say a prayer to all the gods
To make us braver than we are

Say a prayer to all the gods
Some are near and some are far
Say a prayer to all the gods
To make us braver than we are …

Music & Lyrics by Jim Steinman. Additional Lyrics by Don Black. Published by Lost Boys Music (BMI) / Universal Songs of Polygram International / Don Black Music Limited (ASCAP) / Sony/ATV.

Speaking in Tongues (feat. Stacy Michelle)

For the mighty oak to grow
You got to plant a tiny seed
Words are all you know
Body language is what you need

I can’t barely breathe
Your fragrance fill my lungs
It’s time we started speaking in tongues
Speaking in tongues …

It’s that time to start a fire
And I know we’ll make it good
We’re overflowing with desire
You got the spark — I’ve got wood

We got to let our voices soar
More than any song we’ve ever sung
It’s time we started speaking in tongues
Speaking in tongues …

There are things we learn by knowledge
There are things we learn by heart
There are things we learn at the end of life
There are things we learn at the start
There are things we learn by science
There are things we learn by art
There are things we learn from the fires of love
An erection of the heart
An erection of the heart

There are things we learn by knowledge
There are things we learn by heart
There are things we learn at the end of life
There are things we learn at the start
There are things we learn by science
There are things we learn by art
There are things we learn from the fires of love
An erection of the heart

An erection of the heart …

For the mighty oak to grow
You got to plant a tiny seed
Words are all you know
Body language is what you need

We got to let our voices soar
More than any song we’ve ever sung
It’s time we started speaking in tongues
Speaking in tongues …
Speaking in tongues …

Written by Jim Steinman. Published by Lost Boys Music (BMI).

Loving You Is a Dirty Job (But Somebody’s Gotta Do It) (feat. Stacy Michelle)

Boy: When the sky is falling and you’re looking ‘round for somewhere to hide
Did you ever call out to someone?
Did you ever call out to me?
I’ve never been gone
I’ve been right here by your side
There ain’t nothin’ but clouds
There ain’t nothin’ but clouds in your eyes

Why don’t you believe it when you finally found the truth?
You’ve been drinking poison water from the fountain of youth
Why don’t you stop tearing up everyone you need the most?
You’re so busy trying to get even
You never even try to get close

I can’t explain it away
Doesn’t make any sense
To know what it’s like
I guess you gotta go through it
Guess you gotta go through it
Guess you gotta go through it
It doesn’t matter baby
Loving you’s a dirty job
(loving you, loving you’s a dirty job)
But somebody’s gotta do it

Girl: There were times when we’d never fake it
There were times we would always make it
There were times we would take it to the limit
And we’d never, ever, ever leave each other alone
We were flesh and blood and bone
There were times we had it all
There were times we had it all

Boy: There were times when we took our chances
There were times we were damn good dancers
Girl: There were times when we heard all the answers
Both: In the bleeding of the drummer and the riches of the rock and the roll
Boy: I can see right through your soul
There were times we had it all
There were times we had it all

Girl: If your fears could only be forgotten
We could pull all the barriers down
Would you follow your dreams’ desire?
Would you follow your secret dreams and forbidden fire?
Let’s peel out of this town
Both: It’s been nothing but dreams
It’s been nothing but dreams until now

Girl:You’re never gonna see it
Both:You got your head stuck in the sand
Girl:It’s the land of the free and easy street
Both:It’s the home of the damned
Girl:Oh, you’re never gonna see it
Both: You better open up your eyes
You’re the only one who’s left—
Who’s gonna believe all your lies?

Girl: I can’t explain it away
It doesn’t make any sense
Both: To know what it’s like
I guess you gotta go through it
You gotta go through it
You gotta go—
It doesn’t matter baby
Both: Loving you’s a dirty job
(loving you, loving you’s a dirty job)
But somebody’s gotta do it

Boy: There were times when our bodies glistened
There were times that we can’t stop missing
Girl: There were times when we’d lay in bed and listen
Both: To the pounding, pounding chorus of our desperate hearts
Boy: Nothing could have torn us apart
Both: There were times we had it all
There were times we had it all …

Both: There were times when we fought like tigers
There were times we were damn good liars …

There were times when we took our chances
There were times we were damn good dancers

Loving you’s a dirty job
But somebody’s gotta do it

There were times when we fought like tigers
There were times we were damn good liars
There were times we’d extinguish every fire
That was burning, burning, burning, up each other alive

Boy: From the heavens on down to the dives
Both: There were times we lost it all
There were times we lost it all …

Boy: There were times when our bodies glistened
There were times that we can’t stop missing
There were times that we’d lay in bed and listen
To the pounding, pounding chorus of our desperate hearts
Nothing could have torn us apart
There were times we had it all
There were times we lost it all …

Written by Jim Steinman. Published by Lost Boys Music (BMI).

Souvenirs

Baby, I think it’s over
The end is finally near
Don’t wanna talk about it anymore
I see it all so clear
So pack your bags
And move on out
There ain’t nothing for you here
I think you know it’s over too
So why not disappear?

Wait a minute, baby
What’s that you say?
You really don’t think it’s fair
To send you outside
Into the cold, cold night
Oh, you poor, poor girl
Well, I don’t really care

‘Cause you’ve been cold to me so long
I’m cryin’ icicles instead of tears
So pack your bags and move on out
There ain’t nothin’ for you here …

Baby, I know it’s over
I got a last idea
Don’t want to leave you empty-handed
Well, I agree that wouldn’t be fair
Take along a little something to remember me by
A little something to show that I cared

Step right up, you poor little girl
Step right up, you poor little girl
Step right up, you poor little girl
Take your souvenirs

Step right up, you poor little girl
Step right up, you poor little girl
Step right up, you poor little girl
You take your souvenirs

Step right up, you poor, poor girl
Take your souvenirs

Take my heart
Drain it dry
I don’t blame you now
‘Cause I know you really tried
Take my soul
You can have my mind
But you’re never gonna get your hands on my love
‘Cause it’s mine, mine — all mine

Take my master
You can have my slave
When I’m dead or buried alive
You can always take my grave
Take my body
Well, I know you really think it’s fine
But you’re never gonna get your hands on my love
Because it’s mine, mine — all mine

Tell me right, now
Who’s playing this game
And which side do I choose?
I’m going down, down
And I’m spinning around
Is there anyone I can accuse?

What are the odds?
Or do I win or lose?
Oh baby
Please, sir, by the way, sir
May I be excused?

Take my sorrow
I’m running out of joy
When you’re tired of playing with yourself
You can always take my toys
Take my baby
Show her a real good time
You always were a super dad
ut as a lover you were less than fine
Take my jewels
Well, I know you love to see them shine
But you’re never gonna get your hands on my love
Because it’s mine, mine — all mine

Tell me right, now
Who’s playing this game
And which side do I choose?
I’m going down, down
And I’m spinning around
Is there anyone I can accuse?

What are the odds?
Or do I win or lose?
Oh baby
Please, sir, by the way, sir
May I be excused?

I don’t wanna play with you no more
(I don’t wanna play with you no more)
I don’t wanna play with you no more
I don’t wanna play with you no more
I don’t wanna play with you no more....

Step right up, you poor little girl
Step right up, you poor little girl
Step right up, you poor little girl
You take your souvenirs

Step right up, you poor little girl
Step right up, you poor little girl
Step right up, you poor little girl
Take your souvenirs

Step right up, you poor little girl
Step right up, you poor little girl
Step right up, you poor little girl
You take your souvenirs

Step right up, you poor little girl
Step right up, you poor little girl
Step right up, you poor little girl
Take your souvenirs

Step right up, you poor, poor girl....

Written by Jim Steinman. Published by Lost Boys Music (BMI).

Only When I Feel

There are things I have come to believe
Since the new resurection of love
There are visions I finally see
There are signs everywhere, they’re below and above

There are things that I finally know
There are secrets and dreams never seen in the light
We are suddenly plunged in the dark
Our soul is a beast that goes bump in the night

There are endless nights
They just go on forever
There are scars on scars
That I know will never heal

There’s relentless pain
It tortures me forever
I’ve got to pretend it ain’t real

But at least it only hurts
At least it only hurts … only when I feel

It hurts only when I feel …

Written by Jim Steinman. Published by Lost Boys Music (BMI).

More

Some people get by
With a little understanding
Some people get by
With a whole lot more

I don’t know
Why you gotta be so undemanding
One thing I know
Is I want more!
(more, more, more …)
I want more!
(more, more, more …)

(and I need all the love I can get)
(and I need all the love that I can’t get too)
(and I need all the love I can get)
(and I need all the love that I can’t get too)

Why’d you get sad?
To feel so much?
To let somebody touch you?
So hot, so cold
So far, so out of control
Hard to come by
But not all

Some people get by
With a little understanding
And some people get by
With a whole lot more

I don’t know
Why you gotta be so undemanding
I want more!

(and I need all the love I can get)
(and I need all the love that I can’t get too)
(and I need all the love I can get)
(and I need all the love that I can’t get too)

There are parts of me that don’t get nervous
Not the parts that shake
You won’t get what you deserve
You are what you take
Broken hearts are the Devil’s playground
I’m not done yet
Counterfeit lovers
Or a virtual orgy
Anything I can get!

Some people get by
With a little understanding
And some people get by
With a whole lot more

I don’t know
Why you gotta be so undemanding
One thing I know
I want more! …
(more, more, more …)
I want more!
(more, more, more …)

(and I need all the love I can get)
(and I need all the love that I can’t get too)
(and I need all the love I can get)
(and I need all the love that I can’t get too)

I want more!

(and I need all the love I can get)
(and I need all the love that I can’t get too)

I want more! …

I want more! …

I want more! …

Music & Lyrics by Jim Steinman and Andrew Eldritch. Published by EMI Blackwood Music Inc. / Lost Boys Music (BMI) / Universal Songs of Polygram International.

Godz

Why can’t the Godz up in heaven assemble
An army of battleships, bombers, and minds
To lift up the good and make bad people tremble?
Things would then be better for the Godz
Godz and mankind!

Why can’t the Godz up in heaven assemble
An army of battleships, bombers, and minds
To lift up the good and make bad people tremble?
Things would then be better for the Godz
Godz and mankind!

In this country …
In this country …
A man with a dream needs luck …
A man with a dream needs luck …
Only if someone with power will help him …
Only if someone with power will help him …
Only if someone with power will help him …
Can he make all his dreams come true …

Why don’t the Godz take a look at the earth again
And give all the children a world they desire?
Send soldiers and tanks to lift up all the holy ones
And attack all the others with cannons?
Cannons and fire?

Why don’t the Godz take a look at the earth again
And give all the children a world they desire?
Send soldiers and tanks to lift up all the holy ones
And attack all the others with cannons?
Cannons and fire? Fire! Fire! …

Written by Jim Steinman. Published by Lost Boys Music (BMI).

Skull of Your Country (feat. Cian Coey)

How do you bury the skull of your country?
How do you bury a nation of fears?
Where you gonna hide your love through long years of dying?
Give me a tombstone and a wreath of all your tears

Girl:Turn around
Boy:There’s a black day dawning
Girl:Turn around
Boy:There’s a corpse in mouring
Girl:Turn around
Boy:For your tin can graveyard
Girl:Turn around
Boy:For your tin foil savior

Girl: Turn around, bright eyes!
Turn around, bright eyes! …

Girl:Turn around
Boy:There are drones on fire screaming
Girl:Turn around
Boy:There are bloodshot rivers steaming
Girl:Turn around
Boy:Let the final dance begin now
Girl:Turn around
Boy:We’re outlaw sons now

Girl: Turn around, bright eyes!
Turn around, bright eyes!

Girl:Turn around
Boy:For the blood on the highways
Girl:Turn around
Boy:For the new war each day
Girl:Turn around
Boy:For the skies are hungry
Girl:Turn around
Boy:For the end is thirsty

Girl: Turn around, bright eyes!
Turn around, bright eyes!
Turn around, bright eyes!
Turn around, bright eyes! …

Written by Jim Steinman. Published by Lost Boys Music (BMI). Inspired by Eric Bentley’s translation of Bertolt Brecht.

Train of Love

You’re my savior on your velvet throne
You’re lookin’ pretty with your jewels and bones
Standing ‘round with the mud and the stones
Gotta come on down and take me home

You gotta give me a piece of your pie
Cos I been knocking on your window
I been knocking on your door
And I been trying to get myself inside

Don’t you know
That I’m riding the train now
Can’t feel the pain now
Don’t even know where I am
No turning back now
We’re on the right track, yeah
I’m chugging just as fast as I can

Stoking the fire
We’re getting much higher
Much higher than when we began
Riding on the train of love

(train of love, train of love)
Train of love
(train of love, ooh)
T-t-train of love
(train of love, train of love)
Train of love
(train of love, train of love, ooh)

You’re my savior on your Hollywood sky
My veins are getting horny and my soul’s running dry
You know I’ve been checking out for all that I’m worth
But you gotta give me proof I got a life after birth

You gotta give me some kind of reply
Cos I been knocking on your window
I been knocking on your door
And I been trying to get myself inside

Don’t you know
That I’m riding the train now
Can’t feel the pain now
Don’t even know where I am
No turning back now
We’re on the right track, yeah
I’m chugging just as fast as I can

Stoking the fire
We’re getting much higher
Much higher than when we began
Riding on the train of love

(train of love, train of love)
Train of love
(train of love, ooh)
I’m like a train of love
Train of love
Train of love
(train of love, train of love, ooh)
Gotta have your train of love …

(train of love)

Ride the train now
(train of love, train of love, train of love)
(train of love, ooh)
Can’t feel the pain now
(train of love, train of love, train of love)
Don’t even know where I am
(train of love, train of love)
Train of love
(train of love)
Train of love
Train of love
Train of love
(train of love, train of love)
Gotta have your train of love
Oh, want your train of love
T-t-train of love
T-t-t
T-t-t
Riding the train now
Can’t feel the pain now
Don’t even know where I am
Oh, train of love
Train of love
Don’t even know where I am …

Written by Jim Steinman. Published by Lost Boys Music (BMI).

For What It’s Worth (with Stephen Stills)

Something happening here
What it is ain’t exactly clear
There’s a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware

It’s time to stop, children, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Stop, children, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down

There’s battle lines being drawn
Everybody’s right if everybody’s wrong
Young people speaking their minds
Getting so much resistance from behind

Time to stop, children, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Stop, children, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down …

What a field-day for the heat
A thousand people in the streets
Singing songs and carrying signs
Mostly say, hooray for our side

It’s time to stop, children, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Stop, children, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down …

Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you’re always afraid
Step out of line, and they come and take you away

It’s time to stop, children, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Stop, children, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Stop, children, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Stop, children, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Stop …

Written by Stephen Stills. Published by Cotillion Music Inc. / Ten East Music / Springalo Toones / Richie Furay Music / Greene Knight Music / Sound Harmonics

Prize Fight Lover

It’s a bend-out, burned-out, bird-hound Saturday night
Under the crimson cut-throat canyon sky
Ah, the city’s on fire but the hills are alive
With the sound of this night

Baby leans close and she whispers she don’t care
She wraps her legs round my waist
Runs her fingers through my hair
She rests her head on these soft tail lights
Feel the world rushing under this bike
Hear the cold highway explode, in rubber and fire

Now the only thing that matters is this leather cutting through this California wind
She said, “Take me anywhere”
She said, “Take me everywhere”

Everybody’s got someone they don’t wanna be
You don’t wanna be you, I don’t wanna be me
Everybody’s got a plan, everybody’s got a dream
I ain’t got nothing, I just wanna be free

Ain’t much that’s mine, but these boots and this time
Maybe I’ll take you right out of here
Baby, I’ll take you right out of here
I’m a prize fight lover, soul auctioneer

Now the 101 is blacker than a funeral parade
I grab the throttle, left a scar on the interstate
You see, the funny thing about leaving town
You leave something you think you can’t live without
Now we’re heading north, but she’s looking south

She whispered one last request, apologize to the desert wind
She said, “I’ll never look back again”
She said, “I’ll never look back again”

Everybody’s got someone they don’t wanna be
You don’t wanna be you, I don’t wanna be me
Everybody’s got a plan, everybody’s got a dream
I ain’t got nothing, I just wanna be free

Ain’t much that’s mine, but these boots and this time
Baby, I’ll take you right out of here
Baby, I’ll take you right out of here
I’m a prize fight lover, soul auctioneer …

I got you right here, tucked behind my ear
Whisper all your fears and your dreams to me
I can feel you here, I feel your scarred soul speak
With the longing and the nerving and its depth and its need

The night is alive, this voice is a knife
Riding shotgun tonight on your contra-band soul
I got a keen premonition, a wild proposition
Let the smouldering hunger in you explode

She ripped the knife from the scene with a fugitive scream and a gypsy prayer
She said, “Take me anywhere”
She said, “Take me everywhere”

Everybody’s got someone they don’t wanna be
You don’t wanna be you, I don’t wanna be me
Everybody’s got a plan, everybody’s got a dream
I ain’t got nothing, I just wanna be free

Ain’t much that’s mine, but these boots and this time
Baby, I’ll take you right out of here
Baby, I’ll take you right out of here
Baby, I’ll take you right out of here
I’m a prize fight lover, soul—
I’m a prize fight lover, soul auctioneer …

Written by Rick Brantley / Dave Bassett / Tommy Henriksen. Published by Scrambler Music (ASCAP) — A division of Carnival Music Group / Two Of Everything Music / WB Music Corp. (ASCAP) / Sony/ATV Songs LLC / Songs With A Pure Tone / Dis Vicious Music (BMI)

I’d Do Anything for Love (But I Won’t Do That) (orchestral version feat. Imelda May)

Dirty Water (songwriter demo)

Preacher man says, going straight to hell
Confess you sins and redeem yourself
Fire and brimstone are on your trail
Wash your soul with Jesus

Yeah

So I went to the altar and turned the lights
Scared that the preacher man might be right
I knew, my friend, if I left that night
Gotta give my soul to Jesus

Yeah

Backslide
Lord, I slid off the track
Take me back
It’s not my fault
I’m falling in a river of sin
The watering hole
I could lose my soul
Must have been dirty water

Yeah
Yeah!

Been told by the Devil all my life
Go for revenge, even He ain’t tried
I beg for forgiveness every time
I wash my soul with Jesus

Women, whisky damn near killed me
Body’s drunk but my mind is dripping
I’m so bad my momma’s guilty
Wash my hands in Jesus

Backslide
Lord, I slid off the track
Take me back
It’s not my fault
I’m falling in a river of sin
The watering hole
I could lose my soul
Must have been dirty water …

Backslide
Lord, I slid off the track
Take me back
It’s not my fault
I’m falling in a river of sin
The watering hole
I could lose my soul
Must have been dirty water

Yeah
Yeah
(dirty water)
At the watering hole
(ooh)
(lose my soul)
Must have been dirty water
(ooh)
The watering hole
I could lose my soul
Must have been dirty water
Yeah
(ooh)
Wash my soul in Jesus
(Jesus)
Oh yeah
I wash my soul in Jesus, yeah, yeah
Must have been dirty water
(wash my soul)
Jesus
Oh yeah
(wash my soul in Jesus)
Yeah
Wash my soul in Jesus …