10cc

Monday 19 September, 2011 at 7:15 am

10cc had their fair share of success back in the 70′s but most people don’t have a clue who they are. With music being what it is today (mostly uninspired and created for all the wrong reasons), music as good as this deserves much more recognition. Check out these killer tunes. Queen fans- you’re in for a special treat…

The Things We Do For Love

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Too many broken hearts have fallen in the river
Too many lonely souls have drifted out to sea
You lay your bets and then you pay the price
The things we do for love, the things we do for love

Communication is the problem to the answer
You’ve got her number and your hand is on the phone
The weather’s turned and all the lines are down
The things we do for love, the things we do for love

Like walking in the rain and the snow when there’s nowhere to go
When you’re feeling like a part of you is dying
And you’re looking for the answer in her eyes
You think you’re gonna break up
Then she says she wants to make up

Ooh you made me love you
Ooh you got away
Ooh you had me crawling on the floor

A compromise would surely help the situation
Agree to disagree but disagree to part
When after all it’s just a compromise
Of the things we do for love, the things we do for love
The things we do for love

Blackmail & Flying Junk

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She doesn’t need money

She doesn’t need diamonds

She’s lookin’ for pretty things

She doesn’t want romance

She doesn’t need finance

She’s looking for rendezvous

But every time she’s going down

She never looks around

I’ll wait and watch her with my

lens until she brings the curtain down

‘There behind the keyhole’

with my fisheye

I’m back in the darkroom

I’m covered in fixer

I’m making a photograph

I’ll send her some postcards

In glorious colour

I’m keeping the negatives

I’ll form a letter from the news

With different type from different lines

I’ll tell the world about her

I’ll mail the People and the Times

‘Oo it’ll be so scandalous

For the both of them

But mainly her’

She showed them her husband

He ordered a dozen

He thought they were fabulous

The one with the –

The two of the –

And three of the –

He sold her to Hefner

Who put her in Playboy

He gave her a centre-fold

I made a real blunder

She made it in movies

I made her a superstar

Flying Junk

Oo he’s a sly one
He’s a razamataz man
He flew in from Singapore
On a flying junk man
Oo he’s a devil
Oo and the devil’s gonna bring you down

Oo he’s a stalwart
With a heavy load on
He’s got a finger in everyone’s pie
And he’s got what you want
Oo he’s a salesman
Oo and his goods are gonna bring you down

He’s never got the stuff
If you ever come to him without money
He hasn’t got the time
For the people who are down on their knees
But if the price is right
You won’t be asking him where it came from

Oo he’s a remnant
From the swingin’ sixties
He pushed his load down the Kings Road
To the Chelsea Potter
Oo he’s a snow job
Oo and his shovels gonna cover you

One Night In Paris (this song presumably influenced Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody)

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Bonjour monsieur
Paris really welcomes you
It’s the best room in the house
It’s forty francs a night, alright.
It’s crazy, it isn’t worth a centime
I’ll take it!
Merci Monsieur
Rouged lips in the gaslight
A great view of the hall
That’s the way the croissant crumbles after all
Paris is only one step away
Les girls are out on bail
Tres bien there’s love for sale
Oh my cheri, wish you were mine
And I’ll show you a wonderful time
For the price of a cheap champagne
I’ll show it you once again
One night in Paris
Is like a year in any other place
One night in Paris
Will wipe the smile off your pretty face
One girl in Paris
Is like loving every woman
One night in Paris
One night in Paris
One night in Paris
May be your last!!!
Part Two: The Same Night in Paris
Is he gonna buy?
You wanna little culture?
Is he gonna pay?
Maybe Monsieur is into photographs, Non?
Or is he gonna fall in love
The all American way?
I got a watch wiz a beautiful Swiss movement
Is he gonna buy?
Forget the watch, I’ll show you a good time!`
Is he gonna pay?
Le connoisseur, want something different?
Or is he gonna fall in love
The all American way?
Oh you know you ain’t no Casanova
You can’t even do the Bossa Nova
Or the Tango or the Samba!
Though you are so very charming
No you ain’t no Casanova
Is he gonna buy?
Is he gonna pay?
Or is he gonna fall in love
The all American way?
Sometimes I think he will
But then again……………………
One night in Paris
Is like a year in any other place!
One night in Paris
Will wipe the smile off your pretty face!
Try a girl in Paris
But try one of mine
Each night in Paris
Each night in Paris
Each night in Paris
Each night in Paris
May be your last!!!
Part Three: Later the same night in Paris
Forty-Two, Quarante-Deux
Rue de Saint Jacques
All our girls are how you say
Good in the sack
I was a stripper
On the Champs Elysees
He was a gendarme
In the gendarmerie
Going Oh La La La
Oh La La La La
He was a pimp
In a black beret
But he was an artiste
In his own way
Oh La La La
Oh La La La La
When they raided my club that night
They ruined my act with the leather umbrella
the Chief de Police got a fright
He was up in my boudoir with some other fella
It’s only routine
But I got this feeling
It ain’t good for business
Then the floor cleared
A woman screamed to herself
Henri…Though you’re not the toast of Paris
I love you, although you bed and beat me
Henri, leave it alone,
For the gendarme’s just doing his job
Paris is only one step away
Murder is only one step away
Notre Dame is ringing her bells
Another gendarme has gone to Hell
Notre Dame is ringing her bells
Another gendarme has gone to Hell
Gone to Hell
Gone to Hell
One night in Paris
Is like a year in any other place
One night in Paris
Will wipe the smile off your pretty face
One girl in Paris
Is like loving every woman
This night in Paris
This night in Paris
This night in Paris
This night in Paris
May be your last!!!