Rockarama
Equator (April 1985)
Peter Goalby /John Sinclair /Trevor Bolder /Lee Kerslake /Mick Box

Peter Goalby - Lead Vocals
Mick Box - Lead Guitars
John Sinclair - Keyboards
Trevor Bolder - Bass
Lee Kerslake - Drums

Wind it up, here comes the video
It's that song again
Turn it up, it's on the radio

Charge me up, I got electric eyes
I won't fall down
Light me up
Just like a christmas tree
Or am I seeing things

Wind it up, turn it up
Charge me up, never stop
Wind me up, plug me in, turn me on
And give me rock'n'roll
Give me rock'n'roll

Strap me in to the rocket ship
I'm headin' for the sun
Tune me in to the mother ship
I must be seeing things

Wind it up, turn it up
Charge me up, please don't stop
Wind me up, plug me in, turn me on
And give me rock'n'roll

Rockarama, it's on the video
Rockarama on my radio
Rockarama on the stereo
Give me rock'n'roll ...

Plug me in jack to jack
Pin me to the wall
Hey leave that on, I'm on MTV
Now I'm seein' things

Wind it up, here comes that video
It's that song again
Turn me up, I'm on the radio
Or am I hearing things

Wind it up, turn it up
Charge me up, don't you stop
Wind me up, plug me in, turn me on
Give me rock'n'roll

Rockarama, it's on the video
Rockarama on my radio
Rockarama on the stereo
Give me rock'n'roll
Give me rock'n'roll
Rockarama, it's on the video
Rockarama on my radio
Rockarama on my stereo
Give me rock'n'roll ...

Bad Blood
Equator (April 1985)
Peter Goalby /John Sinclair /Trevor Bolder /Lee Kerslake /Mick Box

Peter Goalby - Lead Vocals
Mick Box - Lead Guitars
John Sinclair - Keyboards
Trevor Bolder - Bass
Lee Kerslake - Drums

Desperate man, desperate times
Desperate heart
Once she was mine
Bad blood, cold sweat
The more I give, the less I get
She picked clean to the bone
Black ice, danger zone

Bad blood runs through her veins
She's got bad blood
She'll never change
I held on long as I could
But that girl - bad blood

Perfect crimes, no clues
That girl's just bad news
I held on long as I could
Bad girl, bad blood
She cut clean to the bone
Tight jeans, danger zone

Girl's got bad blood ...

Glass heart, fools gold
Her blood is stone cold
Held on long as I could
But that girl's just no good
She picked clean to the bone
Black ice, danger zone 
 
Lost One Love
Equator (April 1985)
Peter Goalby /John Sinclair /Trevor Bolder /Lee Kerslake /Mick Box

Peter Goalby - Lead Vocals
Mick Box - Lead Guitars
John Sinclair - Keyboards
Trevor Bolder - Bass
Lee Kerslake - Drums

She's lost in the night
She's out of my sight
Gotta find her again
She's out of my life
Gotta find her again
Will I ever see the daylight
Will I ever see the sun
Will I ever know the reason
Like a shadow she's gone

She's lost in the night
Out of my sight
Will I find her again
Taken my life
Have to find her again
Will I ever see the daylight
Will I ever see the dawn
How can I ever find her
She's just a shadow
Missing person
I don't know where she's gone

Lost one love, last seen somewhere
Walkin' away from the light
Lost one love, somewhere last seen
Walkin' into the night, she's gone

Will I ever see the daylight
Will I ever see the sun
Can I ever know the reason
Like a shadow, missing person
I don't know where she's gone

Lost one love, last seen somewhere
Walkin' away from the light
Lost one love, somewhere last seen
Walkin' into the night

She's lost in the night
And I don't the reason
Will I find her again
She's out of my sight
But I can't lose this feeling
Will I find her again
 
Angel
Equator (April 1985)
Peter Goalby /John Sinclair /Trevor Bolder /Lee Kerslake /Mick Box

Peter Goalby - Lead Vocals
Mick Box - Lead Guitars
John Sinclair - Keyboards
Trevor Bolder - Bass
Lee Kerslake - Drums

Can't go to sleep without you
Starring in my dreams
I can't get you out of my head
I close my eyes, you're always there
I lock the door
But you're comin' up the stairs

Can't stay awake
I know I have to try
What will it take to stop you
Walking in my sleep
How can I break
The hold you have on me
Angel will you never
Ever set me free

Oh angel, I can't stop you
Dancing on my bed
You're an angel and
I can't get you out of my head
Angel, I can't stop you
Walking in my sleep
You're an angel and I can't
Stop you starring in my dreams

How come you're givin' me
These technicolour dreams
How can I get you out of my head
I close my eyes, you're always there
How can I get you out of my bed

I lie awake, all I see is you
I'm going crazy, what can I do
Switch off the light
Then you start to call
I lock the door
Now you're coming through the wall

Angel, I can't stop you
Dancing on my bed
You're an angel and
I can't get you out of my head
Sweet angel, I can't stop you
Walking in my sleep
You're an angel and I can't
Stop you starring in my dreams

I can't stay awake much longer
This feeling's getting stronger

You must be an angel
'Cause I can't stop you
Dancing on my bed
You're an angel and
I can't get you out of my head
Angel, I can't stop you
Walking in my sleep
You're an angel and I can't
Stop you starring in my dreams

Sweet angel, I can't stop you
Dancing on my bed
You're an angel and
I can't get you out of my head
Angel, I can't stop you
Walking in my sleep
You're an angel and I can't
Stop you starring in my dreams

Sweet little angel eyes
You're angle, angel
Sweet little angel ...
 
Holding On
Equator (April 1985)
Peter Goalby /John Sinclair /Trevor Bolder /Lee Kerslake /Mick Box

Peter Goalby - Lead Vocals
Mick Box - Lead Guitars
John Sinclair - Keyboards
Trevor Bolder - Bass
Lee Kerslake - Drums

Lost, lost like a precious flame
The ashes burn on
The ghost of a love we had
Tries to hold on, tries to hold on

No communication
All systems are down
No new conversation
Never a sound, never a sound

What's the point in holdin' on
When the spirit is gone, holdin' on
What's the point in holdin' on
When the spirit is gone

Cold, cold as the empty night
Deep in your eyes
I know there's no truth, no light
Only your lies, only your lies

The circle's broken
The damage is done
The crystal lies
Smashed on the floor

Your presence has left me now
Your spirit has gone
The ghost of a love we had
Tries to hold on, tries to hold on

The circle's broken
The damage is done
So what's the point in holdin' on
 
Party Time
Equator (April 1985)
Peter Goalby /John Sinclair /Trevor Bolder /Lee Kerslake /Mick Box

Peter Goalby - Lead Vocals
Mick Box - Lead Guitars
John Sinclair - Keyboards
Trevor Bolder - Bass
Lee Kerslake - Drums

Party, party, party, it's party time

Friday night, I'm on my way
I'm steppin' out
I've been working all day
You better watch out
'Cause I'm on the streets tonight

We'll it's party time, I'm all zipped up
It's hot tonight and I'm ready for love
Jack me up
'Cause I'm on the loose tonight

I want a little action, some company
No main attraction, no star on TV
No long engagement
Reach straight for the gun
No permanent arrangement
I just want some fun

Party, gonna be a party
Party, oh it's party time

Well it's 9 o'clock, I'm all juiced up
Gonna find a club
Gonna get hooked up
Where it's happy hour till 3 am

She gave me 2 for 1
We made a deal
She gave me 3 for 1
I'm thinkin' is this real
I'll give you 4 to 1
If you let me drive you home

She said I want some
Action honey, company
Physical attraction is
Good enough for me
No misconception
I just want some fun
No permanent arrangement
As she reached for the gun

Party, we're gonna have a party
Party, she said this is party time

Saturday, I'm on my way
Steppin' out
I've been sleeping all day
You better watch out
'Cause I'm on the streets again

We'll it's party time, I'm all zipped up
I'm hot tonight
And I'm ready for love
Jack me up, I'm on the loose tonight

I want some little action
Some company
No main attraction, no star on TV
No long engagement
Reach straight for that gun
No permanent arrangement
I just want some fun

Party, gonna be a party
Party, oh yes this is party time
Party, gonna be a party
Party, this is party time

It's nine o'clock, I'm steppin' out
I'm gonna find a club
So you better watch out
I'm lookin' for some fun
I'm lookin' for a party
Some physical attraction
Should get me started
 
Poor Little Rich Girl
Equator (April 1985)
Peter Goalby /John Sinclair /Trevor Bolder /Lee Kerslake /Mick Box

Peter Goalby - Lead Vocals
Mick Box - Lead Guitars
John Sinclair - Keyboards
Trevor Bolder - Bass
Lee Kerslake - Drums

You say you're gonna testify
Lie away, lie away
So you're gonna gun me down
Go ahead, fire away

You say you'll
Bring the curtain down
Turn around, walk away
You're gonna close
This theatre down
Go ahead, stop the play

Your money talks
You pull the strings
Someone waits in the wings
You flick the switch, the dancer falls
You deal the cards
The dealer calls in your game

Poor little rich girl, your money talks
You pull the strings
It's a shame, poor little rich girl
Your money burns
We all have wings

You say you're gonna
Leave this town, fly away, fly away
So you gonna
Shoot me down, go ahead

Your money burns
Your money stings
Another song that no one sings
Another script left on the floor
Another face is shown the door
In your game

Poor little rich girl, your money talks
You pull the strings
It's a shame, poor little rich girl
Your money burns
We all have wings
In the game, poor little rich girl
It's easy come, it's easy go
It's a shame, poor little rich girl
You lock the door, close the show
It's a game
 
Skools Burning
Equator (April 1985)
Peter Goalby /John Sinclair /Trevor Bolder /Lee Kerslake /Mick Box

Peter Goalby - Lead Vocals
Mick Box - Lead Guitars
John Sinclair - Keyboards
Trevor Bolder - Bass
Lee Kerslake - Drums

Skools burning, it's burning down
Burning down, burning down

Stand up, sit down
Don't turn around
Don't talk and don't smoke
Don't laugh, no joke
Too many rules, too many fools
Gonna raise it to the ground
We're gonna get high
Light up the sky
Gonna burn it down

Yes sir, no sir, 3 bags full
Speak up or shut up
Backs to the wall
Stand in line, take it outside
See the soldiers march in time
Rollin' out of bed, fallin' on my head
I think I'll pull the pin

Shape up, or ship out
Your hair's too long
Yes sir, no sir, the same old song
Stay after time and
Learn all your lines
Or write 'em out a thousand times
I heard what you said
Bells in my head
I think I'll pull the pin

There's gonna be a party tonight
People gonna come from miles
There's gonna be a fire here tonight
Gonna dance with the devil
Till the dawn
Dance with the devil till the dawn

Stand up, sit down
Don't turn around
Don't talk, don't smoke
Don't laugh, no joke
Too many rules, too many fools
Gonna raise it to the ground
Gonna get high, light up the sky
Gonna pull the pin
 
Heartache City
Equator (April 1985)
Peter Goalby /John Sinclair /Trevor Bolder /Lee Kerslake /Mick Box

Peter Goalby - Lead Vocals
Mick Box - Lead Guitars
John Sinclair - Keyboards
Trevor Bolder - Bass
Lee Kerslake - Drums

Hit the city, hit the night
Hit the club, sip the wine
Just remember to leave on time

Hit the red lights, check the girls
You're steppin' into another world
See the man, he'll spin you alive
But just remember to leave on time

Heartache, city of heartache city
City of heartbreak pity
Heartache city
Crazy people in heartache city
City of heartache city
City of heartbreak pity
Heartache city, it's a city of sin

Check the star club, see the stars
See the action
In the back street bars
Lookin' for love
You're in the wrong place
Tricks for kicks
Can you stand the pace

Heartache, city of heartache city
City of heartbreak pity
Heartache city
Crazy people in heartache city
City of heartache city
City of heartbreak pity
Heartache city

Hit the city, hit the night
Crazy people, neon light
You pay your money
It's no real crime
But just remember to leave on time
 

Night Of The Wolf
Peter Goalby /John Sinclair /Trevor Bolder /Lee Kerslake /Mick Box

Peter Goalby - Lead Vocals
Mick Box - Lead Guitars
John Sinclair - Keyboards
Trevor Bolder - Bass
Lee Kerslake - Drums

Streets are full of rain
Lightning cracks the sky
Hear a lonely cry, eyes full of pain

Searchin' in the darkness
Eyes pierce the night
Calling for her young one
As she walks towards the light

It's the night of the wolf
Hear the cry of the wolf

Streets paved with cold
Night gives out a warning
There's thunder in her heart
And mother wolf is calling

Searchin' in the shadows
For the one she must save
She cries out a prayer
Like a song from beyond the grave

The bells will toll
No one will sleep tonight
While she alone will
Walk the streets tonight

Sun begins to rise
All the streets washed with rain 
Still hear her cries
Eyes burnt with pain 

Returning to the twilight
Betrayed by the night 
Screaming for her young one
As she walks towards the light

Backstage Girl
Equator (April 1985)
(out-take). Recorded at Equator sessions, single 'Rockarama' single b-side
Peter Goalby /John Sinclair /Trevor Bolder /Lee Kerslake /Mick Box

Peter Goalby - Lead Vocals
Mick Box - Lead Guitars
John Sinclair - Keyboards
Trevor Bolder - Bass
Lee Kerslake - Drums

Wanna hear some music
Wanna feel it
Play it nice 'n' loud
Will you be my sweetheart
Come backstage
Hang out with the crowd
Guess who's back in town

Her name is Lucille
She knows the words
To all the songs
She talks in pictures
Can't stand her tongue
Lucille's back in town
She loves to rock you

She's goin' backstage
Gonna steal my heart away
Backstage girl, staged to love
She's goin' backstage
She's gonna burn away
Burnin' my stage
To steal my heart

Wanna taste my lovin'
Sure got candy rock'n'roll
Will you be my angel
Oh, Lucille of love
Backstage girl in town
She loves to rock you