JUMP UP! (1982)
Spiteful Child
(Elton John/Bernie Taupin)
I don't want to worry you none but I got the hurt on the run
I just cut out the poison that was in me so long
Watching you tear out my heart only gave me the last laugh
Watching you tear out your hair, is gonna be the best part
Oh I've been shaken down by a spiteful child
I've slapped a worried frown on that evil smile
I've been taken down by a spiteful child
I've turned the tables round and it drives you wild
Oh you spiteful child
You'd better be ready to run, now I've got you under the gun
I put my money on vengeance before this race had begun
Breaking the spirit in me, only added to your conceit
Playing you at your own game, is going to make it complete
Oh I've been shaken down by a spiteful child
Turn the tables round and it drives you wild
Oh you spiteful child
I Am Your Robot
(Elton John/Bernie Taupin)
I’ve been beaming aboard her for a light year, from a strange craft
She’s got a subtle touch on the silver key to a clockwork heart
I am your robot, I am your robot
I am your robot man
You went and flipped the switch and turned me positive when I was negative
I’ve been stumbling around like a metal man, on the graveyard shift
I am your robot, I am your robot
I am your robot man
I am your robot and I’m programmed to love you
My serial number is 44357
I am your robot, I am your robot
I am your robot man
Empty Garden (Hey Hey Johnny)
(Elton John/Bernie Taupin)
What happened here?
As the New York sunset disappeared
I found an empty garden among the flagstones there
Who lived here?
He must have been a gardener that cared a lot
Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop
But now it all looks strange, it’s funny how one insect
Can damage so much grain
And what’s it for?
This little empty garden by the brownstone door
And in the cracks along the sidewalk, nothing grows no more
Who lived here?
He must have been a gardener that cared a lot
Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop
And we are so amazed, we’re crippled and we’re dazed
A gardener like that one, no one can replace
And I’ve been knocking but not one answers
And I’ve been knocking most all the day
Oh, and I’ve been calling ‘Oh, hey hey Johnny
Can’t you come out to play?’
And through their tears
Some say he farmed his best in younger years
But he’d have said that roots grow stronger if he could hear
Who lived there
He must have been a gardener that cared a lot
Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop
Now we pray for rain, and with every drop that falls
We hear your name
And I’ve been knocking but no one answers
And I’ve been knocking most all the day
Oh, and I’ve been calling ‘Oh, hey hey Johnny
Can’t you come out to play?’
Johnny can’t you come out to play?
Johnny in your empty garden?
Where Have All The Good Times Gone
(Elton John/Bernie Taupin)
See the changes here on every street
As time goes marching to a different beat
Moving on into the restless age
As the kids today find their feet
Young enough to chase our dreams
We were captured by romantic things
Touched by love until it made us cry
How our hearts could fly without wings
Oh won't somebody tell me?
Tell me where have all the good times gone
Say that you remember
Remember all those good old Four Tops songs
Won't somebody tell me
Where have all the good times gone
Stolen moments in the smoky room
Monday mornings that would come too soon
Crazy summers that would never end
When the time was spent loving you
Some things never seem to last
Ain't it funny how we missed the past
Love has changed but the clock still turns
While the flame still burns for you
Oh won't somebody tell me?
Tell me where have all the good times gone
Say that you remember
Remember all those good old Four Tops songs
Won't somebody tell me
Where have all the good times gone
They've gone away
Gone
They've gone away
It's hard enough to lose the game
And sad to see it played again
What makes you happy for a while
Is gonna make you smile through the rain
Oh won't somebody tell me?
All Quiet On The Western Front
(Elton John/Bernie Taupin)
All quiet on the Western Front, nobody saw
A youth asleep in the foreign soil, planted by the war
Feel the pulse of human blood, pouring forth
See the stems of Europe bend, under force
All quiet, all quiet, all quiet on the Western Front.
So tired of this garden’s grief, nobody cares
Old kin kiss the small white cross, their only souvenir
See the Prussian offence fly, weren’t we grand
To place the feel of cold sharp steel in their hands
All quiet, all quiet, all quiet on the Western Front.
It’s gone all quiet on the Western Front, male angels sigh
Ghosts float in a flooded trench, as Germany dies
Fever reaps the flowers of France, fair-haired boys
String the harps to Victory’s voice, joyous noise
All quiet, all quiet, all quiet on the Western Front.