by Steve Harley feat. Cockney Rebel on album The Best Years of Our Lives

Harley Murder follows me like a leech from sunset Hard on my heels to the midnight beach, oh yeah, hu hu hu Multitudes of every skin around the glowing sparks They begin to sing, oh yeah, hu hu hu Ev

by Steve Harley feat. Cockney Rebel on album The Best Years of Our Lives

Harley It was just like a dream, yeah a surreal scene, like a blue orange I thought my senses had gone like I was writing a song about a foot-long syringe (And she said: ) 'Hello dear, it's my party'

by Steve Harley feat. Cockney Rebel on album The Psychomodo

Harley Gee, but it's hard when one lowers one's guard to the vultures Now me, I regard it a tortuous hardship that smoulders. Like a peppermint eaten away Will I fight? Will I swagger or sway? Hee-

by Steve Harley feat. Cockney Rebel on album The Psychomodo

The ship was sailing through a tempest of fear There was lightning and explosions galore And the waves came whooshing and crashing and boy! It was panic as we swam for the shore There were ladies and

by Steve Harley feat. Cockney Rebel on album The Psychomodo

Harley Make mine old time or I'll spit in your eye It's better than lying, anytime I'm horrified to step outside I'm trying very hard to keep up my guard Everything's becoming Drag We'd best get off,

by Steve Harley feat. Cockney Rebel on album The Psychomodo

Harley Hark to Roualt's white insanity Clowns in drag concealing vanity This is hardly Paradise We're still in search of petty scorn. Images so dead, in mourning Clap and cheer the man performing Th

by Steve Harley feat. Cockney Rebel on album The Psychomodo

Harley Thinking lots of a pretty face When we were young, such smashing days We'd pass the time in such a pleasant ways Happy just to be living, oh yeah. Too many summers controlled our heads Had no

by Steve Harley feat. Cockney Rebel on album The Psychomodo

by Steve Harley feat. Cockney Rebel on album The Human Menagerie

She, got my number and she - chasing me so far Me, out of slumber, I can do with no faut-pas Mixed-up and bleeding, I's high on beleiving It's all surreal Slip on a T-shirt, me - gotta look so cool Me

by Steve Harley feat. Cockney Rebel on album The Human Menagerie

Harley Simply Lorraine sings for a while in a three-octave harmonica style It's easy to see her harmony stabbing at my songs from behind Just trying to stick her cosmic philosopher's words into rhyme

by Steve Harley feat. Cockney Rebel on album The Human Menagerie

Exhibition yourself we'll hold a show on the shelf Now we can feel a change is on the way You're not a skin or a spiv boy who are you trying to kid You're jolly handsome, super, wizard, okay? Would yo

by Steve Harley feat. Cockney Rebel on album The Human Menagerie

Radiate simply, the candle is burning so low for me Generate me limply, I can't seem to place your name, cherie To rearrange all these thoughts in a moment is suicide Come to a strange place, we'll ta

by Steve Harley feat. Cockney Rebel on album Soundtrack to the Summer

by Steve Harley feat. Cockney Rebel on album World's Greatest Live Album

Radiate simply, the candle is burning so low for me Generate me limply, I can't seem to place your name, cherie To rearrange all these thoughts in a moment is suicide Come to a strange place, we'll ta

by Steve Harley feat. Cockney Rebel on album IRMA 1000 - ikke akkurat hudfargede knestrømper

by Steve Harley feat. Cockney Rebel on album Rock & Pop Diamonds 1973

Radiate simply, the candle is burning so low for me Generate me limply, I can't seem to place your name, cherie To rearrange all these thoughts in a moment is suicide Come to a strange place, we'll ta

by Steve Harley feat. Cockney Rebel on album Millennium Hits 1970 - 1979 - Rock

Radiate simply, the candle is burning so low for me Generate me limply, I can't seem to place your name, cherie To rearrange all these thoughts in a moment is suicide Come to a strange place, we'll ta

by Steve Harley feat. Cockney Rebel on album Fun Generation: The Superhits of Glam and Glitter

by Steve Harley feat. Cockney Rebel on album It's the Sensational 70's, Volume 2

Harley Judy Teen, the queen of the scene, she's rag doll amour Verbal slang, American twang, you dare not ignore In from New York, prompted her to talk of superballs Judy Teen grew sick of the scene,

by Steve Harley feat. Cockney Rebel on album The Quality of Mercy

Through a smoke-filled glass on a desperate night When the sole of my shoe lets in rain When the heart's tired of running and the milk's gone sour Will your feelings still be the same? When the match