Ellen Foley — M.P.H. / Phases of Travel / Torchlight / Theatre of Cruelty

A1 M.P.H. 3:30 Mick Jones / Joe Strummer
A2 Phases of Travel 4:14 Ellen Foley
B1 Torchlight 3:01 Mick Jones / Joe Strummer
B2 Theater of Cruelty 4:07 Mick Jones / Joe Strummer

Demonstration — Not for sale

Label Epic / Cleveland Int. Cat.No. AS 922 Format 12″ Year 1981 Country USA

M.P.H.

More miles per hour
More miles per minute
There ain’t no speed trap
And there ain’t no radar limit

I’m drivin’, I won’t be back
Drivin’, now look me go
Where the sounds lead
[Linin’] next door
I’ll commit your face into my memory
If I can’t fly

Oh, drivin’ the frozen path
Drivin’ the razor back
[…]
Without no different […]
When it’s time to go
It’s not what you got to know
But when you got to go

Drivin’
More miles per hour
More miles per minute
There ain’t no speed trap
There ain’t no radar limit …

More miles per hour
More miles per minute
There ain’t no speed trap
There ain’t no radar limit

I’m drivin’ in my motor heap
Drivin’ away from sleep
And I ain’t down
How many times I’ve seen
Feel the breath of night
Almost need to see
If I keep the road all night
That’s where I gonna be

More miles per hour
Yes, more miles per minute
There ain’t no speed trap
There ain’t no radar limit

Next time I’ll feel
Dead man’s curve, except
Gonna keep right on
I’m not your kind of exit

More miles per hour
More miles per minute
There ain’t no speed trap, and
There ain’t no radar limit

Next time I’ll feel
Dead man’s curve, except
Gonna keep right on
I’m not your kind of exit

More miles per hour
More miles per minute
There ain’t no speed trap
There ain’t no radar limit

Next time I’ll feel
Dead man’s curve, except
Gonna keep right on
I’m not your kind of exit

More miles per hour
More miles per minute
There ain’t no speed trap
There ain’t no radar limit

Next time I’ll feel
Dead man’s curve, except
Gonna keep right on
I’m not your kind of exit …

Phases of Travel

I have no fear of flying
It’s only fear of dying
It’s bein’ surround, yet feeling alone
Clutch your heart and watch real closely
I go a long way to make something out of nothing
Possession is more that I dare claim

But I never wanted to
Be without mine
I trust to fly
I had to get to you

Crossing over the ocean
There’s jetlag, my emotion
But there’s no way drive
I left your heart behind
Waking up to look out of strange windows
They pay good money to play with my handcuffs
Love’s labour lost is more that I can bear

And I never wanted to
Whenever I find
A moment of time
I always think of you

I say a prayer for you
I had to get to

We meet over the wire
We never lose our fire
Just remember how things were before
I was gonna do this, I was gonna do that
Seventy-four hours, thinkin bout nothin’
I sit in my chair, I should have left before

But I never wanted to…
I had to get to you…
I say a prayer for you…
I had to get to you…
I say a prayer for you....

Torchlight

Boy: Huh, the walls may crumble
Girl: Our hearts will not shatter
Boy: Like so many old buildings
Girl: Burnt down to the ground

Both: Nevermind my friend, we’ll go on tonight
We could see through the dark by torchlight

Boy: I never once want to give it
Girl: Even when times were bad
Boy: No one can break my spirit
Girl: Or take away the hope you have

Both: But nevermind my friend, you’ll have me tonight
We could see through the dark by torchlight....

Aaaaah

Boy: Nothing is forever
Girl: Time is just a flake
Boy: But I know together
Girl: Our fire will remain

Both: Nevermind my friend, we’ll go on tonight
We could see through the dark by torchlight

Nevermind my friend, we got lost tonight
We could see through the dark by torchlight....

Theatre of Cruelty

It’s wide and green in my living room so steamy
Held in a captive swirl and a coctail of I’m dreaming
What man would know, what man could tell that I’m dreaming?
I see nothing fine at the end of the line, am I dreaming?

Fingers to the bone for the sake of the home of the wind blows it all away
Beauty in shrouds like fast moving clouds
I live my time in a Theatre of Cruelty

So I relax and unwind and I spend my time so easy
Leave my old man at home to spin all alone, it’s easy
Mix another one… to go with the other one
Drop another one… to go with the other one

Fingers to the bone for the sake of the home of the wind blows it all away
Beauty in shrouds like fast moving clouds
I live my time in a Theatre of Cruelty....

What man would know, what man could tell, I am dreaming?
Any woman would know, any woman could tell, what I am dreaming....

Dreaming
What I’m dreaming
Dreaming
What I’m dreaming
Dreaming (what I’m dreaming)
Dreaming (what I’m dreaming) ....