Lyrics: Chairman Mao’s Vacation Album: So Long Ago Artist: Deacon Blue And Ricky Ross   They painted us up And shouted us down They wanted us to be Just a face in the crowd And all the time they never…

Lyrics: James Joyce Soles Album: Fellow Hoodlums Artist: Deacon Blue And Ricky Ross   Here`s the pictures I promised to send You see the airbase Where we were sent Now the winter Has started to descend Your loving son was…

Lyrics: Silverlake Album: Homesick Artist: Deacon Blue And Ricky Ross   Forty men in a paper boat No plan to hand just tearing a hole To get the water out Got together on a phone-in show Oh how we love…

Lyrics: Now That You’re Here Album: Homesick Artist: Deacon Blue And Ricky Ross   Everything’s got easier since you’ve been around Everything’s got easier since you’ve been around If you’re thinking of looking at setting me free Be sure and…

Lyrics: Only Tender Love Album: Whatever You Say, Say Nothing Artist: Deacon Blue And Ricky Ross   Way out there in the wilderness Of love and pain Under the gentle arches we rode The silver streets Couldn`t see a difference…

Lyrics: Queen Of The New Year Album: When The World Knows Your Name Artist: Deacon Blue And Ricky Ross   You’re so young And you know so much Heaven help us all From the tales you tell You’re so old…

Lyrics: When You Are Young Album: Walking Back Home Artist: Deacon Blue And Ricky Ross   When you were young and your heart was free I’d run and meet you and rush to see Just over the wall where the…

Lyrics: A Week In Politics (is A Long Time) Album: So Long Ago Artist: Deacon Blue And Ricky Ross   (undiscovered kingdom) In a windy street in a bitter morning A seagull flies into a fire of blazing sun In…

Lyrics: Blue Horse Album: New Recording Artist: Deacon Blue And Ricky Ross   Take me over again,that’s alright on the wayssee me shine when i swim,blue horse There’s a mountain ahead,we can lie and get some rest We’ll brush the…

Lyrics: Jesus Do Your Hands Still Feel The Rain Album: Walking Back Home Artist: Deacon Blue And Ricky Ross   Would the rain, the frozen rain Be as cold upon your forehead As the tears that plough your beaten face…