How can you not love Daniel Tracy, King Arthur with a pint of beer in hand

Coughing between Buzzcocks and Kinks.

A great love for crooked music, he could have been bigger than the Beatles.

Proletarian, J. Ritchiman, Barrett, hot dog on the street, party at Salvatorv Daly

He was great, but the passion for drugs is a mission.

Locked up in jail, they even took away his guitar. In Denmark, they made a tribute album to get him out, but he was no longer himself, lost in visions, beer, belly, missing teeth, confused memories, and a craving for heroin.

He could have been great, but maybe it's better this way.

Another hero and this album is a document for us losers

Tracklist Lyrics and Videos

01   We Wll Be You Gurus (05:17)

02   The Painted Ward (03:48)

03   Salvador Dali's Garden Party (03:33)

Got an invitation to a garden party
And it said that everyone would be there
Famous painters, Pop Art poets and Hollywood filmstars
More celebrities than you have ever seen
In a week of TV

So I wore my brand new paisley shirt
I bought last week in Kensington Market
And I wore my brand new Chelsea boots
I rode there on my scooter but there wasn't anywhere to park it

And it was some kind of happening
Some kind of happening
Some kind of happening
Some kind of happening
Salvador Dali's garden party
Salvador Dali's garden party

Everybody was there
Everybody was there
Everybody was there


Everybody was there

Got an invitation to a garden party
And it said that everyone would be there
Famous painters, the Pop Art poets, Hollywood filmstars
More celebrities than you have ever seen

It was some kind of happening
Some kind of happening
Some kind of happening
Some kind of happening

Jack Nicholson was there
Mia Farrow was there
Woody Allen was there
Dennis Hopper was there
Peter Fonda was there
Debbie Harry was there

Salvador Dali's garden party

04   Someone To Share My Life With (04:02)

05   King And Country (06:00)

Do you always clean your medals on a wet weekend?
And polish all your military ornaments?
I bet you tell romantic stories about the war
You never explained what it's all for

It's hard for me to understand
The fascination of a gun for a man
Still you tell romantic stories about the war
You never explained what it's all for



Do you wake up screaming in the middle of the night
When your mind recalls the firing line?
Still you tell romantic stories about the war
You never explained what it's all for

King and Country
King and Country

06   Painting By Numbers (03:26)

07   Makin' Time (02:50)

08   Magnificent Dreams (02:59)

09   The Boy In The Paisley Shirt (03:49)

10   A Sense Of Belonging (04:50)

11   Painter Man (02:46)

12   14th Floor (02:18)

I'm looking down on London
But there's little I can see
Cos I'm living so high up
And it looks so small to me
And I'm feeling so frustrated
Cos the lifts are out once more
And when I get home from work tonight
I gotta climb 14 floors, I tell you mate...

14th floor
Oh no, my face don't fit
14th floor Just a number on the council list
14th floor
Oh no, there's nothing to do
14th floor
It's got a roof, it hasn't got a view

I've lived here for seven years now
But I don't know anyone
I think the bloke next door is a Jamaican
But he could be an Irishman
And life's no fun in a tower block


When you're locked behind your door
I think I must have had enough
Of living on the 14th floor, I tell you mate...

14th floor
Oh no my face don't fit
14th floor
No no another number on the council list
14th floor

No no no there's nothing to do
14th floor
No no no it hasn't got a view
14th floor
No no no I've really got to go
14th floor
Had enough of yesterday's show
14th floor
Oh no my face don't fit
14th floor
Just a number on the council list

13   If I Could Write Poetry (05:08)

14   A Day In Heaven (04:41)

15   Goodnight Mr. Spaceman (02:45)

16   Three Wishes (05:23)

So frightened, so worried
So cold and it's raining
My naive illusions
Distraught by confusion
You're laughing, I'm crying
Outside it's still raining
Graveyard of soldiers
No flowers on their graves

So helpless and lonely
Outside it's still raining
To afraid to ask why
No questions are made
You're laughing, I'm crying
I feel like I'm dying
My naive illusions


Distraught by confusion

If I had three wishes
I'd wish for three more
But dreams are for lovers
And love is so precious
You're laughing, I'm crying
I feel like I'm dying
My naive illusions
Distraught by confusion

If I had three wishes
If I had three wishes
If I had three wishes

17   Happy All The Time (04:42)

18   David Hockney's Diaries (06:45)

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