Happiness
(Roger Taylor)

there's just one thing
that we all crave
from the cradle
to the grave
a state of grace
or state of mind
a point in space
or point in time
in time of peace
in times of war
the self same goal
that we yearn for
some have it all
but still have less
what we all need is happiness

happiness is what you need
yeah happiness is all around
it's nto easy to define it
it can't easily be found
no it can't easily be found
it can't easily be found
you know that it's true
cos' happiness
just can't be bought
such purity more precious still than gold
and happiness
can't just be taught
when you're young or if you're old
no matter how - how hard you try
in your own life, and through your years
with every up - must come a down
enjoy the laughter adn the tears
of happiness

jason falloon: guitars
mike crossley: piano and keyboards

Foreign Sand
(Roger Taylor/Yoshiki)

here we go - ain't it grand
here we stand on foreign sand
and we're not alone

why do we fear what we don't understand
can't we reach out our hands to try just say hello
try to plant a seed - fulfil the need - to make it grow - just
say hello
and when you're far from home try to learn from all you
see
your eyes will tell you everything you need

why do we drad what we really don't know
come not as concubine - come not as foe
come with intentions clearly shown
try to plant a seed - fulfil the need - to make it grow - just
say hello
and through you're far from home try to learn from all
you see
your mind will tell you everything you need - everything
you need

here we go ain't it grand here we stand on foreign sand
and we're not alone
red, yellow, black and white
every man stand in the light - stand not alone

it's not a lie - it's not a sham we play for keeps - it's not
a scam
no bigotry - we're hadnin hand - it's ain't a cinch - we
make a stand
we learn to live on foreign sand - just say hello

why do we despise when we can't even speak
we keep on spreading lies
as far as we know it's the only way to be
try to plant a seed - fulfil the need - to make it grow -
just say hello
and though you're far from home try to learn what you
could be
your heart will tell you everything you need
even though you stand here you stand on foreign sand
ain't it grand here we stand - on foreign sand
together we stand - here we stand
on foreign sand

The Key
(Roger Taylor)

there once was a king of paris
there once was an emperor of brazil
there was maybe a loch ness monster
there once was a buffalo bill
now you can search the whole wide planet
scratching in the mud and worms
but an honest politician
is just a contradiction in terms

and if I had the keys to the kingdom
i'd hand them straight to you
in another time another place
another life another waste
sometimes the last thing you wanna know is the truth

with your bishops priests and mullahs
and all the mumbo jumbo clans
when you're not accepting women
how can you love your fellow man?

well you can search the whole wide planet
down to viruses and germs
a 'sensible' religion
is just a contradiction in terms

and if i had the keys to the kingdom
i'd hand them straight to you
in another time another place
another life another waste
another love another lie
another small way to die
sometimes the last thing you wanna know is the truth

jason falloon: guitars
phil spalding: bass
mike crossley: piano and keyboards

Dear Mr. Murdoch
(Roger Taylor)

dear mr murdoch, what have you done
with your news of the screws and your soaraway sun?
you sharpen our hatred
you've blunted our minds
we're drowning in nipples and bingo and sex crimes

how many times must they poke and they pry
must they twist and lie?
just to add to the grime they even screwed up the
times
love to kick their arse goodbye oh wouldn't i!

dear mr murdoch you play hard to see
but with your bare-arsed cheek you should be on page
three
and dear mr murdoch you're really hte pits
bad news is good business you're the king of the tits

they stain all they touch they're real woman haters
but we're on their trail
they go straight for the lowest common
denominators
how could they fail? go straight to jail - (no bail)!

dear mr murdoch you're a powerful man
you control half our media whose values don't scan
and dear mr murdoch we're not so amused
just lien up the people whose lives they've abused

dear mr murdoch what do you know
with your minions like vultures and carrion crow
they've sunk just as low as humans can sink
for profit they tell us how mass murderers think

and dear mr murdoch you come down from on high
you even bought up the air waves, you control all our
sky

dear mr murdoch you're a dangerous chap
with your jingoist lingo we're drowning in crap

dear mr murdoch where are you coming from?
getting so hard to tell if you're a yank, oz or pom

dear mr murdoch you're really the pits
bad news is good business you're the king of the tits

dear mr murodch you do it with zing
at lowering standards you're really the king

and dear mr murdoch what have you done?
you're not quite as nice as attila the hun.

jason falloon: guitars
mike crossley: piano and keyboards

Revelations
(Roger Taylor)

i went to the ukraine
they don't have much eat
no sugar on the table
but the people stay sweet

i've been to the third world
they've got nothing but hope
through the starving and dying
sometimes somehow they cope

it was a revelation - a revelation -
a revelation to me

i've been to the u.s.
promised land of the free
with the workless and homeless
begging on every street

it was a revelation - a revelation -
a revelation to me

revelation, it was a revelation

and right here in europe
far as can been seen
butter mountains and wine lakes
that much food it's obscene

now you can label me stupid
or naive with this song
but when children are starving
i know what's right and what's wrong

it was a revelation a revelation
a revelation to me

jason falloon: guitars
phil spalding: bass

Freedom Train
(Roger Taylor)

it's been a long time comin' -
now it's time to dance
by the golden thread of circumstance
you're destiny come dressed as chance
we've been a long time comin'
to this romance

now i'm an honest man
but the time has come
and i'm a peaceful man
the peace before the storm
i think i hear my train
i think i hear my freedom train
i think i hear my freedom train
i think i hear my freedom train
i think i hear my freedom train

now the world is changin' -
faster than we know
in these troubled lands
where hate dies slow
i think a train of change

is comin' down the track
comin' right this way
it ain't turning back

now i'm an honest man
with a message of hope
and i'm a peaceful man
on a slippery slope
i think i hear my train
i think i hear my freedom train
i think i hear my freedom train
i think i hear my freedom train
i think i hear my freedom train
comin' down the track
comin' down the track

jason falloon: guitars
mike crossley: piano and keyboards

Everybody Hurts Sometime
(Roger Taylor)

everybody hurts sometime - you know it
(you know it)
and everybody loves sometime - don't be afraid to show it
if you don't get a little hurt sometime
if you don't dig a little dirt sometime
you ain't living at all

love and affection - is the sweetest thing
but when love turns sour - it ain't a sin
it's a bitter pill but it turns to bitter - sweet - within
and it's on any street - everybody hurts
sometime

happiness is a young mans dream
but it don't come easy - know what i mean?
gotta chase it down the street
right to the last scene
run down that illusion
try to live your dream

cos everybody hurts sometime - you know it
and everybody loves sometime - don't be afraid to show it
and if you don't get a little hurt sometimes
if you don't dig a little dirt sometimes
you ain't living at all

jason falloon: guitars
catherine porter: backing vocals

Old Friends
(Roger Taylor)

when the sun got big, and the night came down,
we used to share a drink - and let the demons out.
we let the good times rock, you made the bad times roll
we used to laugh a lot. you had a lot of soul.

old friends... in better times.

and when the going got hard,
when times were tough,
we put our backs to the wall,
you used to strut your stuff.
with a head held high and a heart so big,
one fist at the sky... and shake a leg.

old friends in better times

(even though, even though we miss you now
look forward don't look back
we'll get by somehow)

and so i raise my glass in a last goodbye!
sleep in peace old friend, for me you'll never die.
the best thing i can say, after all this time, is
you were a real friend, of mine.

old friends... in better times.

jason falloon: guitars
phil spalding: bass
mike crossley: piano and keyboards
catherine porter: backing vocals