Brian Connolly — lead vocals
Andy Scott — guitar, synthesizer, vocals
Steve Priest — bass, vocals
Mick Tucker — drums, percussion, vocals
The recording was produced by Phil Wainman.
The song was written by Mike Chapman and Nicky Chinn
Single Chart Positions:
Germany: 1
Australia: 1
Canada: 1
Denmark: 1
Ireland: 1
Great Britain: 2
Norway: 2
Switzerland: 3
Sweden: 3
South Africa: 3
Netherlands: 4
Austria: 5
USA: 5
Finland: 10
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09:55 Soul Pride
14:18 Who Knows
16:54 Use Your Mother
20:11 Give It Up Or Turnit A Loose
23:50 Funk Bomb
27:57 Untitled Tune
31:19 The Popcorn
35:42 The Drunk
38:44 Lowdown Popcorn
43:11 Blues and Pants
48:51 Pass The Peas
52:05 Hot Pants Road
54:51 To My Brother
59:39 Time Is Running Out Fast
1:09:39 Blind Man Can See It
1:16:46 Mr Hot Pants
1:23:09 Get On The Good Foot
1:27:24 All Aboard The Funky Soul Train
1:31:36 Transmograpfication
1:39:28 Honky Tonk
℗ 2017 Republic Records, a division of UMG Recordings, Inc.
Released on: 2017-10-27
Producer, Studio Personnel, Recording Engineer: Jeremy Zucker
Studio Personnel, Mixer: Andrew Maury
Composer Lyricist: Jeremy Zucker
Composer Lyricist: Matthew Tyler Musto
At first you will find
A prophecy of what could have been you know
(YOU KNOW)
You know there’s all sorts of crap on the TV these days
Now you won’t live after
Such disaster you’re a lot full of smashed up cars
Cross hatched in the metal when you’re cracking up
But you’re part of the pack, pup
You’re part of something bigger than the laws of nature
Mrs. Thatcher
Your cruel heart navigates the world we live in
With its anger
Going nowhere, coming atcha
Rapture in my head
I keep looking up like I’m already dead
Rapture, oh my lord
I been playing catch-up
I’m already bored
Lalalalala
God tell me I sure am on the list
How can you make yourself so scarce from someone you love
Oh it don’t make sense
Your love is never better than the morning after
(Morning after)
Mother Nature, coming atcha
Rapture in my head
I keep looking up like I’m already dead
Rapture, oh my lord
I’ve been playing catch-up
I’m already bored
Rapture in my head
I keep looking up like I’m already dead
Rapture, oh my lord
I’ve been playing catch-up
I’m already bored
Cause it’s rapture in my head
You say this is up
I’m already dead
Rapture in my head
You say this is up
I’m already dead