Biography:
Ian Hunter (born Ian Hunter Patterson on June 3, 1939 in Oswestry, Shropshire, England) was the lead singer of the band Mott the Hoople from 1969 until the band broke up in 1974. He has since worked as a solo artist.
Hunter began his musical career on the bass guitar. An early foray into music was as an entrant in a talent competition at one of Butlin's holiday camps, performing "Blue Moon" as part of a skiffle group with Colen York and Colin Broome.
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- All Of The Good Ones Are Taken
- American Music
- Apathy 83
- Arms And Legs
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- Brainwashed
- Central Park N West
- Dead Man Walking East Enders
- God Take 1
- Irene Wilde
- Just Another Night
- Knees Of My Heart
- Letter To Britannia From The Union Jack
- My Revolution
- Now Is The Time
- Restless Youth
- Ships
- Silver Needles
- Something To Believe In
- Standin In My Light
- The Outsider
- Twisted Steel
- Wash Us Away
- Who Do You Love
- Wild East
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[Intro]
Em G Em G
Em G Em G
[Verse 1]
Em G Em G
I'm standing on the edge of Vesuvius, my mouth is running dry
Em G Em G
Drunk on wine and wisdom, giving it all away
Am Am/G Am/F# G
Old enough to hate tomorrow, young enough not to know where to run
G D/F# Em D C D G
Oh, there ain't no rock and roll no more, just the music of the young
[Chorus]
Em G Em G
And it's, apathy for the devil. Apathy for the devil
Em G C D G
Apathy for the devil, and apathy for some
[Verse 2]
Em G Em G
The moon shines brightly on some summer lawn, and envy caught like a leaf
Em G Em G
Comes floating down upon this frozen desert sand, spitting bullets through the night
Am Am/G Am/F# G
The siren wails on the ambulance, compassion touches my head and it bleeds
G D/F# Em D C D G
Oh, there ain't no rock and roll no more, just the sickly sound of greed
[Chorus]
Em G Em G
And it's, apathy for the devil. Apathy for the devil
Em G C D G
Apathy for the devil, and apathy for the creed
[Bridge]
Am C G D/F# Em C G/B
No more gardens for the gardenless. No more havens for the havenless
Am C G D/F# Em C G
No more helpers for the helplessness. No more somethings for a less
C G C G
For the law is now the lawless, and the flaw is now the flawless
C G C G
And the crime is now accepted, and the criminal respected
C G C G
And now evil gets elected, and now sinful get selected
C G C G
See a president proven rotten, now officially forgotten
D B Em
Was it your General Sheridan who once said "The only good, good man is a dead good man." It was not me babe
N.C. Em G Em G
I just said keep your head `n your bread well down under them floorboards, keyboards
[Interlude]
Em G Em G
Em G Em G
[Verse 3]
Em G Em G
And you, you look like you've gone with the wind, running naked through the streets
Em G Em G
Wired out, tired out, transcendental mental, only laughing in your sleep
Am Am/G Am/F# G
Nostalgia is starting to focus too late, imagination is starting to itch
G D/F# Em D C D G
Oh, there ain't no rock and roll no more, just the music of the rich
[Chorus]
Em G Em G
And then it's, apathy for the devil. Apathy for the devil
Em G C D G
Apathy for the devil. Apathy's at fever pitch
[Outro]
G C G C
Em G Em G
Em G Em G
[Verse 1]
Em G Em G
I'm standing on the edge of Vesuvius, my mouth is running dry
Em G Em G
Drunk on wine and wisdom, giving it all away
Am Am/G Am/F# G
Old enough to hate tomorrow, young enough not to know where to run
G D/F# Em D C D G
Oh, there ain't no rock and roll no more, just the music of the young
[Chorus]
Em G Em G
And it's, apathy for the devil. Apathy for the devil
Em G C D G
Apathy for the devil, and apathy for some
[Verse 2]
Em G Em G
The moon shines brightly on some summer lawn, and envy caught like a leaf
Em G Em G
Comes floating down upon this frozen desert sand, spitting bullets through the night
Am Am/G Am/F# G
The siren wails on the ambulance, compassion touches my head and it bleeds
G D/F# Em D C D G
Oh, there ain't no rock and roll no more, just the sickly sound of greed
[Chorus]
Em G Em G
And it's, apathy for the devil. Apathy for the devil
Em G C D G
Apathy for the devil, and apathy for the creed
[Bridge]
Am C G D/F# Em C G/B
No more gardens for the gardenless. No more havens for the havenless
Am C G D/F# Em C G
No more helpers for the helplessness. No more somethings for a less
C G C G
For the law is now the lawless, and the flaw is now the flawless
C G C G
And the crime is now accepted, and the criminal respected
C G C G
And now evil gets elected, and now sinful get selected
C G C G
See a president proven rotten, now officially forgotten
D B Em
Was it your General Sheridan who once said "The only good, good man is a dead good man." It was not me babe
N.C. Em G Em G
I just said keep your head `n your bread well down under them floorboards, keyboards
[Interlude]
Em G Em G
Em G Em G
[Verse 3]
Em G Em G
And you, you look like you've gone with the wind, running naked through the streets
Em G Em G
Wired out, tired out, transcendental mental, only laughing in your sleep
Am Am/G Am/F# G
Nostalgia is starting to focus too late, imagination is starting to itch
G D/F# Em D C D G
Oh, there ain't no rock and roll no more, just the music of the rich
[Chorus]
Em G Em G
And then it's, apathy for the devil. Apathy for the devil
Em G C D G
Apathy for the devil. Apathy's at fever pitch
[Outro]
G C G C
Ian McIntosh
Ian McKinney
Ian McNabb
Ian Merrigan
Ian Michael G Pi (...)