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| 1. |
| 5:35 | 
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Chasing shadows, over my walls
with myself hardly sleeping Dwarfs and giants, twenty feet tall fill the room with their creeping Sounds of breathing sharpen my ears then they fade into nothing Someone's laughter out in the street fills the night with their loving I feel the ice in my head Running its hands through my bed Not even dreaming I seem to be dead Colours of yellow and colours of red All I'm asking some secret voice is to lead me to darkness Jon forgot the two last lines: I'm so tired, dawn never comes I just hide in the shadows |
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| 2. |
| 5:27 |
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see reflections in the water
Autumn colours, summer's daughter And as as the year is growing older I see winter on my shoulder I stand in the haze Watching stormy ripples grow on my own Never knew your needed Till I found myself standing here alone And in the water, such a sad face Slowly drowning, such a sad face If only I could change the seasons Like a poet, I've my reasons It started to snow in the middle of July Wonder why Never did understand you My sorrow is hanging in the grey sky In the summer days we flew to the sun On melting wings But the seasons changed to fast Leave us all behind Blind But then the stone fell on the water Putting end to summer's daughter And me, I turn away remembering All the seasons, such a sad thing It started to rain in the middle of the sun Winter's begun Never did understand you My sorrow is hanging in the grey sky In the summer days we flew to the sun On melting wings But the seasons changed to fast Leave us all behind Blind |
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| 3. |
| 5:06 |
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When the sun goes to bed
That's the time you raise your head That's your lot in life Lalena Can't blame you Lalena Arty Tart la de da Can your heart get much sadder That's your lot in life Lalena Can't blame you Oh Lalena * Run you hand thru your hair Paint your face with despair That's your lot in life Lalena Can't blame you Oh Lalena (hey~)(x2) When the sun goes to bed That's the time you raise your head That's your lot in life Lalena I Can't blame you Lalena Arty Tart Oh so la de da Can your part ever get, ever get much sadder That's your lot in life Lalena I Can't blame you Oh Lalena Oh, Lalena |
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| 4. |
| 1:46 |
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(Blackmore/Lord/Simper/Paice)
Recorded when we heard that we were going to be in L.A. at earthquake time. The drum track was recorded first (with organ) and then reversed. (instrumental) |
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| 5. |
| 3:52 |
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Painter
Come colour up my life Oh painter Come colour up my life Take away the misery Take away the strife Writer Make me up a play Writer Make the meaning gay [For I don't know who I am] Just give me words to say Singer Let me sing a song Singer Let me sing a song You don't have to worry Cause singer you can sing along |
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| 6. |
| 5:04 |
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There's a black hill
We had a climb Everything I need but nothing's mine Satan's world, I've had a kill Why didn't Rosemary ever take the pill ? Lying there waiting, waiting for the kill Oh man won't do it, but the devil will I'm losing time and my mind Why can't I ever have what's naturally mine ? I got life and the things that go with it If there's something else, where can i get it ? Lying there waiting, waiting for the kill Oh man won't do it, but the devil will Well here's my views, I always lose Things I want to do are yesterday's news Say life's a ball, I've had it all Out there in another dance hall Lying there waiting, waiting for the kill Oh man won't do it, but the devil will Take me as I am, an excuse for a man Wherever I push someone stops my hand As a matter of interest, tell me if you will Why didn't Rosemary ever take the pill ? Lying there waiting, waiting for the kill Oh man won't do it, but the devil will Oh, why won't Rosemary ever take the pill ? |
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| 7. |
| 3:30 |
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Oh the beggar on his cornerstone
Catches pity in his wrinkled hand But the lover whose bird has flown Catches nothing only grains of sand All the children in the distant house They have feelings only children know But the lover whose bird has flown Catches nothing only flakes of snow The sensation is not new to you It's something we all have known You get it - it goes right through you Yes it's something we all have known And the bird it has flown To a place on it's own Somewhere all alone Now the hermit in his lonely cave Has himself to keep him company But the lover whose bird has flown He has heartaches same as you and me The sensation's not new to you It's something we all have known You get it - it goes right through you Yes it's something we all have known And the bird it has flown Now the hermit in his lonely cave Has himself to keep him company But the lover whose bird has flown He has heartaches same as you and me Oh it's started snowing |
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| 12:10 |
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April is a cruel time even though the sun may shine
and the world will gently shake as it slowly comes awake So fault the april rain and the valley's filled with pain and you can't tell if I cry as I look up to the Gray sky where it should be blue gray sky where I should see you ask why why it should be so I'll cry say I don't know Maybe once in a while I'll forget and I'll smile but then the feeling comes again of an april without end of an april lonely as a (god) In the dark of my mind I can see oh too fine but there's nothing to be done when I just can't feel the sun and the spring time is the season of the night I don't know |
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| 9. |
| 2:55 |
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Oh the beggar on his cornerstone
Catches pity in his wrinkled hand But the lover whose bird has flown Catches nothing only grains of sand All the children in the distant house They have feelings only children know But the lover whose bird has flown Catches nothing only flakes of snow The sensation is not new to you It's something we all have known You get it - it goes right through you Yes it's something we all have known And the bird it has flown To a place on it's own Somewhere all alone Now the hermit in his lonely cave Has himself to keep him company But the lover whose bird has flown He has heartaches same as you and me The sensation's not new to you It's something we all have known You get it - it goes right through you Yes it's something we all have known And the bird it has flown Now the hermit in his lonely cave Has himself to keep him company But the lover whose bird has flown He has heartaches same as you and me Oh it's started snowing |
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| 10. |
| 3:01 |
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Emmaretta, did you get my letter I sent it to you, oh Emmaretta Do you still feel when night is falling Something calling, oh Emmaretta Behind my thoughts, oh Emmaretta I can get to you to feel better I must go now, oh Emmaretta Full moon's rising, oh Emmaretta Oh, it's a thousand miles Oh, and I need you child Oh, they can drive me wild What I feel can make it real Help Oh, it's a thousand miles Oh, and I need you child Oh, they can drive me wild If what I feel can make it real Emmaretta, did you get my letter I sent it to you, oh Emmaretta Do you still feel when night is falling Something calling, oh Emmaretta |
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| 11. |
| 3:09 |
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Emmaretta, did you get my letter I sent it to you, oh Emmaretta Do you still feel when night is falling Something calling, oh Emmaretta Behind my thoughts, oh Emmaretta I can get to you to feel better I must go now, oh Emmaretta Full moon's rising, oh Emmaretta Oh, it's a thousand miles Oh, and I need you child Oh, they can drive me wild What I feel can make it real Help Oh, it's a thousand miles Oh, and I need you child Oh, they can drive me wild If what I feel can make it real Emmaretta, did you get my letter I sent it to you, oh Emmaretta Do you still feel when night is falling Something calling, oh Emmaretta |
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| 12. |
| 3:33 |
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Donovan's song done how we thought Donovan might like to have heard it. The only double tracking on this cut is the guitar passage at the end. The slightly "jazzy" feel to the organ is a bow in the direction of Donovan's mellow yellow days.
When the sun goes to bed That's the time your raise your head That's your lot in life Lalena Can't blame you Lalena Arty Tart la de da Can your part get much sadder That's your lot in life Lalena Can't blame you Lalena Run you hand thru your hair Paint your face with despair That's your lot in life Lalena Can't blame you Lalena When the sun goes to bed That's the time your raise your head That's your lot in life Lalena Can't blame you Lalena Arty Tart Oh so la de da Can your part ever get, ever get much sadder That's your lot in life Lalena Can't blame you Lalena Oh, Lalena |
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| 13. |
| 2:18 |
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This track was recorded live; no double tracking.
Painter Come colour up my life Oh painter Come colour up my life Take away the misery Take away the strife Writer Make me up a play Writer Make the meaning gay [For I don't know who I am] Just give me words to say Singer Let me sing a song Singer Let me sing a song You don't have to worry Cause singer you can sing along |
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