Hold Your Head Up Raging Silence (May 1989) Rod Argent /Chris White Bernie Shaw - Lead Vocals Mick Box - Lead Guitars Phil Lanzon - Keyboards Trevor Bolder - Bass Lee Kerslake - Drums And if it's bad Don't let it get you down You can take it And if it hurts Don't let them see you cry You can make it Just hold your head up woman Hold your head up woman Hold your head up woman Hold your head high Hold your head up woman Hold your head up woman Hold your head up woman Hold your head high And if they stare, just let them Burn their eyes on you moving And if they shout, don't let it change A thing that you're doing Hold your head up ... Blood Red Roses Raging Silence (May 1989) Peter Goalby Bernie Shaw - Lead Vocals Mick Box - Lead Guitars Phil Lanzon - Keyboards Trevor Bolder - Bass Lee Kerslake - Drums Heaven's above What on earth has this come to What have I done What can I do now to show you There's still a chance If you're ready to make up It's not too late 'Cause I'm not ready to break up I try to call But you don't hear at all I'm sending roses I'm sending blood red roses This burning in my heart Is tearing me apart I'm sending roses I'm sending blood red roses You've got to understand That's my heart in your hand Don't walk away We can get this heart mended Or am I the fool And has this love just ended I tried to call But you don't hear at all I gotta keep on trying To stop this love from dying You've got to understand That my heart is in your hand Roses I'm sending blood red roses This burning in my heart Is tearing me apart I'm sending roses I'm sending blood red roses Roses I'm sending blood red roses This burning in my heart Tears me apart Roses - blood red roses You've got to understand That's my heart in your hand Roses I'm sending blood red roses 'Cause this burning in my heart Tears me apart Voice On My TV Raging Silence (May 1989) Mick Box /Phil Lanzon Bernie Shaw - Lead Vocals Mick Box - Lead Guitars Phil Lanzon - Keyboards Trevor Bolder - Bass Lee Kerslake - Drums It's a familiar voice Sometimes I wonder If I have a choice You give it everything You're selling God But am I listening I hear you've seen the light Your message comes to me By satellite You say I must believe I say it's just another way To deceive If my salvation has anything to do With your empty promises And what you think is true Well here's my donation If it's all the same to you I am the voice on your TV But I am one and I am free Always to say what I believe I know you're only A voice on my TV The numbers on the screen Will help me get to heaven So it would seem The money flows and flows And no-one cares enough To know where it goes Look at all the millions That you've taken for a ride With the warmest words And the coldest heart inside And how much longer Can I listen to your lies What are all the Credit card believers gonna say When they hear about the scandals And the lovers that you pay And all about the meetings In your secret hideaway I am the voice on your TV But I am one and I am free Always to say what I believe You're just a voice on my TV Your power's strong but I am free Always to say what I believe I am the voice on your TV But I am one and I am free Always to say what I believe Can you hear me I am the voice on your TV But I am one and I am free Always to say what I believe This is your conscience speaking Rich Kid Raging Silence (May 1989) Trevor Bolder Bernie Shaw - Lead Vocals Mick Box - Lead Guitars Phil Lanzon - Keyboards Trevor Bolder - Bass Lee Kerslake - Drums She's a rich kid She wears diamond rings Knows how to walk Knows everything About love, she's not too sure What she's looking for Fresh from the woods Out on the street She's looking good Looking so neat She don't know if she should 'Cause she don't know If she's bad or good She don't care if it Hurts her father She don't care if it Breaks her mother She don't care anymore She just wants what She's never had before All she wants is love, she's ready She wants love And she's gonna get it All she needs is love She's gotta have it, someone to love All she wants is love, she's ready Gotta have love, she'll get it All she needs is love She's never had it, someone to love She was a school boy's dream High school queen She had it all when she was sixteen Stayed away from boys 'Cause she thought she'd get hurt Why did she listen to Her mother's words Couldn't go out Had to stay home And how she hated Being on her own She needs love like everybody else Now she's gonna Get some for herself All she wants is love, she's ready She wants love And she's gonna get it All she needs is love She's gotta have it, she needs love All she wants is love, she's ready She wants love And she's gonna get it All she needs is love She's gotta have it, someone ... Cry Freedom Raging Silence (May 1989) Mick Box /Phil Lanzon Bernie Shaw - Lead Vocals Mick Box - Lead Guitars Phil Lanzon - Keyboards Trevor Bolder - Bass Lee Kerslake - Drums She told the story I listened with my eyes closed So sad but so true She whispered softly I asked her why she did so She knew that I knew She was a skater The ice was her second home The country's finest Everyone could see She had a plan To break across the border Instead of waiting for The powers that be Cry freedom, sweet freedom Tell the whole world To get ready Cry freedom, sweet freedom Tell the whole world That we're ready She said goodnight But just as I was leaving A black car came into view And waiting there They could hear me breathing They knew that I knew, cry freedom Insane questions They asked me what did I know So strange, they let me go But more they try The stronger our love grows I know that I know, cry freedom Cry freedom, sweet freedom ... Bad Bad Man Raging Silence (May 1989) Phil Lanzon Bernie Shaw - Lead Vocals Mick Box - Lead Guitars Phil Lanzon - Keyboards Trevor Bolder - Bass Lee Kerslake - Drums In this supermarket city Among the native smiles You have to pay for attention And do the best you can There's a raging silence And it's charged with action Got no time for weakness 'Cause I'm a bad bad man Down the streets of darkness Where they know my name Lies a force of evil And a destructive plan There's no time for questions When you run into danger Don't get too close to me 'Cause I'm a bad bad man I'm working for the L.A. division To stop the inner city collision I'm bringing law and order To the twenty-first century I don't care for politics You can keep your point of view You'd be better off without it I got my own bad plan A tough cop has a lonely existence A reputation of The highest resistance A mean runner bringing order To the twenty-first century I don't believe in passion Don't believe in feelings I take peace from the wicked Run and hide while you can I got no time for small talk Got no time for off-the-wall talk Don't care who I tread on 'Cause I'm a bad bad man Bad bad man, I'm a bad bad man ... More Fool You Raging Silence (May 1989) Mick Box /Phil Lanzon Bernie Shaw - Lead Vocals Mick Box - Lead Guitars Phil Lanzon - Keyboards Trevor Bolder - Bass Lee Kerslake - Drums I held the rope so tightly As she climbed Down from her room We said we'd make our getaway Underneath the moon I always will remember The night that we left home And the words of warning Ringing in my ears More fool you, more fool me ... New job, new friends and a family In a house on the sunny side We played on the wheel of fortune But it was me that took the ride It didn't work between us I had to give it all away And in the end I knew it had to be If I've told you once Then I've told you twice But I'll tell you once again Now she's taken away Most everything And I've lost my only friend When The War Is Over Raging Silence (May 1989) Prestwich Bernie Shaw - Lead Vocals Mick Box - Lead Guitars Phil Lanzon - Keyboards Trevor Bolder - Bass Lee Kerslake - Drums When the war is over Got to get away Pack my bags to No place in no time no day You and I, we used Each other's shoulder Still so young But somehow so much older How can I go home And not get blown away Ain't nobody gonna Steal this heart away When the war is over Got to start again Try to hold a trace of What it was back then You and I, we shared Each other's stories Just a page that's Lost in all its glory How can I go home And not get blown away You and I had our sights Set on something Hope this doesn't mean Our days are numbered I've got plans for more Than a wanted man All around is chaos and madness Can't help feeling Nothing more than sadness Only choice to face it The best I can Ain't nobody gonna Steal this heart away And not get blown away ... Lifeline Raging Silence (May 1989) Rod Roddy /Leon Medica /Fergie Frederiksen /Tony Haselden (Le Roux) Bernie Shaw - Lead Vocals Mick Box - Lead Guitars Phil Lanzon - Keyboards Trevor Bolder - Bass Lee Kerslake - Drums Well I'm not superstitious But there's something Going on inside Could be friendly, could be vicious And there isn't any place to hide It's my imagination A blessing or a curse No, I can't ignore it For better or for worse It wakes me when I'm sleeping A thief that takes my breath away And I find myself Reaching for a lifeline Throw me a lifeline and Bring me back in time I need a lifeline, throw me a lifeline I'm going down for the last time Sometimes I can't control it Sometimes it isn't there at all Sometimes I try to roll it And wind up staring at the wall My imagination I love the games it plays I get in so deep that I get lost For days and days It sometimes leaves me shakin' Standin' in the dark alone Rough Justice Raging Silence (May 1989) Mick Box /Phil Lanzon /Trevor Bolder /Bernie Shaw Bernie Shaw - Lead Vocals Mick Box - Lead Guitars Phil Lanzon - Keyboards Trevor Bolder - Bass Lee Kerslake - Drums The gates have opened Now I'm a free man My time is over I need a new plan But I've had no loving For a year and a day My lady's waiting Got a taste for her wine She's wearing money But none of it's mine She's been surviving While I've been wasting away Back in my room It ain't quite the same You can't hide it I'm onto your game Rough justice, there's no disguise And I can tell by The look in your eyes Rough justice, I've had my share I've done my time But I'm still running scared Rough justice Coming down on me Long arm of the law Never setting me free Rough justice, I bide my time Back in action, I'm riding the crest And putting all that I've learned to the test No complications Taking it day by day Freedom of movement Freedom of choice Free to be right back here With the boys Ready to listen But you've got nothing to say Back in my room It ain't quite the same Just can't help it I'm part of your game Back in my room It ain't quite the same You can't hide it Just part of your game Rough justice ... Miracle Child Raging Silence (May 1989) (single Hold Your Head Up / Miracle Child) Bonus track on remastered CD 1997 Mick Box /Trevor Bolder /Phil Lanzon Mick Box - Lead Guitars Phil Lanzon - Keyboards/Lead Vocals Trevor Bolder - Bass Lee Kerslake - Drums She got me to walk on water I did what she said She got me to steal the moonlight Put it over her head And after I moved the mountain Which stood in the way The answer was in the question She asked me if I wanted to stay All of my friends said it couldn't last I'd be another there in her past But I disagree 'cause I can't say say no, no, no, no Save me, she's so hungry Make a man do anything I know, she gets hungry Gets away like an innocent child Save me, she's so hungry Has the appetite to everything I know, she's just hungry She's got the mind of a miracle child And when I changed the seasons And water to wine I took all the wordly problems And got the peace in our time And after I built the temple She wanted so bad I took her to altar on Sunday To look at everything that we had I could say no, but I always do Someone outside Would be comin' through And I can't stop her I can't say no, no, no, no She's so hungry She gets hungry ... Corina (original demo version) out-take Raging Silence (May 1989) Mick Box /Phil Lanzon /Bernie Shaw Bernie Shaw - Lead Vocals Mick Box - Lead Guitars Phil Lanzon - Keyboards Trevor Bolder - Bass Lee Kerslake - Drums You're too vain, you're insane You think the world will stop turning 'Cause you ain't around Blind eyes, cheap lines You got the whole band playing But you don't hear the sound Your venom pen Will never poison me I won't be sticking round that long Corina, what's this talk of glory Between the sheets in halls of fame Corina, just a hard luck story Bratpack fever Running through your brain Your fast cars, rock stars You were seen at the party But you weren't even there False name, the same game Somebody's minding your business You don't even care You think it's all Some kind of circus ride You think that someone's Keeping score Mister Majestic Raging Silence (May 1989) (out-take; original demo version) Phil Lanzon Bernie Shaw - Vocals Mick Box - Lead Guitars Phil Lanzon - Keyboards/Lead Voals Trevor Bolder - Bass Lee Kerslake - Drums Mister Majestic fires a gun Mister Majestic He got a lie on his tongue You can't help but listen He got a way with words Don't ask useless questions Unless you want to Leave this world Madam Odessa carries a knife Across to the jailhouse In her pretty style She ain't looking out for business She got a way with words She is gonna take that man For what he done to her This was how the West was won Lawless and unruly Now I guess what's done, is done She took her old man in cold blood He hit the deck With that si-si-si-sickening thud Life was cheap, that's what we Always heard about It was over something stupid They could have talked it out This was how the West was won Lawless and unruly Now I guess what's done, is done Billy thought that Billy was right Where is the killer, nobody knows He's waiting in the dark saloon For night to close He tried to cheat At the gambling table A stranger pulls and fires As he falls he sees the stranger is Madam in disguise This was how the West was won ... Pacific Highway (original demo version) out-take Raging Silence (May 1989) Phil Lanzon /Bernie Shaw Bernie Shaw - Lead Vocals Mick Box - Lead Guitars Phil Lanzon - Keyboards Trevor Bolder - Bass Lee Kerslake - Drums Tryin' to make it back To my old home town I've been driving since The break of dawn Got a feeling like a fever Burning in my brain When I see her It'll be all gone Pacific highway Getting nearer now And I feel like The dream is coming true Pacific highway Getting closer now I don't need directions To find my way back to you Take another turning On the old creek road Making sure I don't get lost I'm hoping to hell My taco's reading right Get ahead no matter What the cost Tryin' to take it easy On the old home stretch But city limits come into sight I'm getting ready for my Betty God how I missed that girl We're rock-n-rollin' Through the night I don't need directions To find my way back to you I only got five more miles, yeah Only four more miles, yeah I only got three miles, two miles One mile to go |