STEVE
HACKETT > Defector
Juin 1980
Virgin CDSCDR4018 CD
(2005 remaster)
Original release
01 The Steppes
02 Time
To Get Out
03 Slogans
04 Leaving
05 Two Vamps As Guests
06 Jacuzzi
07 Hammer In The Sand
08 The
Toast
09 The
Show
10 Sentimental
Institution
Remaster (2005)
01 The Steppes
02 Time
To Get Out
03 Slogans
04 Leaving
05 Two Vamps As Guests
06 Jacuzzi
07 Hammer In The Sand
08 The
Toast
09 The
Show
10 Sentimental
Institution
11 Hercules Unchained
12 Sentimental Institution (Live)
13 The Steppes (Live)
14 Slogans (Live)
15 Clocks (Live)
Steve Hackett : guitar, vocal, optigan, Roland GR500
Nick Magnus : keyboards
John Hackett : concert and alto flute
Pete Hicks : vocal
John Shearer : drums and percussion
Dik Cadbury : bass, vocal
All songs written by Steve Hackett except 10-11-12 : Steve
Hackett, Peter Hicks
Produced by Steve Hackett & John Acock
Time To Get Out
Find me ninety miles
from Cuba
In a land that has no borders
If the bomb can do it for you
We refuse to take your orders
We remember what you taught us
Time to get out while you can
23 and one half billion
Joints were smoked by lunchtime Thursday
On the steppes it's not so easy
Vodka helps them sing much stronger
Place your bets which side lives longer
Time to get out while you can
Leaving
Endless fog and rain
Grounded 'plane
There an unshaved man
Was exchanged
Wonder if, a cold grey sky
They led me here to die
You can telephone from here
When you wish
Time to run away from here
Won't be missed at all
Turn the snow to red
Someone fled
Tell the viewers
Were you starved or fed
Running wild, a hunted deer
Her eyes were filled with fear
People dream in colour here
So they said shine your shoes from far to ear
Right or left the west
The
Toast
Round and round and up
and down
Drinking all the wine we found
Not so easy to remain
Steady happy
Say it soft and say it slow
Tell me what you want to know
Pour it 'till it overflows
Love may come and love may go
Such a pity
The
Show
Yes I'm such a simple
man
Just book me on the flight
Every day's another place
Playing into the night
And you can't unwind
You're wrecked before the show
Everythings fine when you feel that
Johnny go go go
Will you play tonight for me
Promise I'll do my best
Yes rock music should be free
Money's worth less and less
And the walls should be cracked
Four red faces make a noise
All dressed in black
I can't tell if they are girls or boys
Sentimental
Institution
I'll tell you a story
About a girl who came my way
We upped and married
Three kids a dog in Santa Fe
Now she's gone I'm by myself
I'm gonna join
A sentimental institution
I'm gonna pack
Pack all my little old blues away
But I didn't stay left on the shelf
Mrs Johnson from Wisconsin
She's a widow plain to see
And Minnesota from Dakota
Likes the way I make her tea
Sweet as candy
I'm gonna join
A sentimental institution
With no-one to stop me
From playing Benny Goodman all day
So if you want romance
Just step my way
The band starts to play
I can thrill her
With Glenn Miller
Or a song from
Louis Armstrong
With Jim Dorsey
Or Arty Shaw we
Know this magic
Can't go wrong
Old and lovely
She's so wealthy but so ugly
I've gone crazy
Someone help me do