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Skids
Skids: Wide Open (7” & 12” EPs) (1978) 2:42
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Skids: Scared To Dance (
1979 (USA & Canada only)
et al.) 2:32
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Skids: John Peel Session (16 May 1978) (2009) 2:48
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1978-05-16
Skids: The Singles Collection 1978-1981 (2012) 2:44
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Skids: The Virgin Years (Scared To Dance) (2015) 2:42
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Skids: The Virgin Years (Peel Sessions) (2015) 2:48
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1978-05-16
Skids: Scared To Dance [Expanded] (2017) (Disc 1) 2:43
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Skids: Scared To Dance [Expanded] (2017) (Disc 2) 2:50
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Skids: Scared To Dance [Expanded] (2017) (Disc 3) 3:13
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1978-11-01
Lyrics and Music: Richard Jobson & Stuart Adamson
There’s blood on the road
Car on the motorway
Screaming machine
Passed by the Red Cross of Agony
Or Victory or Ecstasy
There’s blood in the street
Man in the subway
Human remain
Passed by the Red Cross of Agony
Or Victory or Ecstasy
There’s blood in the war
Passage of history
Only a memory
Passed by the Red Cross of Agony
Or Victory or Ecstasy
There’s blood in your brain
Clot travelling slowly
Held by a vice
Passed by the Red Cross of Agony
Or Victory or Ecstasy
There’s blood in the sea
Float so smoothly
Never to blend
Passed by the Red Cross of Agony
Or Victory or Ecstasy
In a reasonable way the blood gained transfusion
But nothing could block, no nothing could close
These cells, cells of contusion