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Could you see the aisles of women?
Could you see them screaming and weeping? Could you see the storm rising? Could you see the guy who was driving? Could you climb higher and higher? Could you climb right over the top? Why does a multi-millionaire Fill up his home with priceless junk? The wind is whistling The wind is whistling Through the house Elvis are you out there somewhere Looking like a happy man? In the snow with Rosebud And king of the mountain Another Hollywood waitress Is telling us she's having your baby And there's a rumour that you're on ice And you will rise again someday And that there's a photograph Where you're dancing on your grave The wind is whistling The wind is whistling Through the house Elvis are you out there somewhere Looking like a happy man? In the snow with Rosebud And king of the mountain The wind it blows The wind it blows the door closed |
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| 2. |
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| 3. |
| 4:19 |
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Here comes the sunshine
Here comes that son of mine Here comes the everything Here's a song and a song for him Sweet kisses Three wishes Lovely Bertie The most wilful The most beautiful The most truly fantastic smile I've ever seen Sweet kisses Three wishes Lovely Bertie You bring me so much joy And then you bring me More Joy |
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| 5:57 |
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I remember it was that Wednesday
Oh when it rained and it rained They traipsed mud all over the house It took hours and hours to scrub it out All over the hall carpet I took my mop and bucket And I cleaned and I cleaned The kitchen floor Until it sparkled Then I took my laundry basket And put the linen all in it And everything I could fit in it And all our dirty clothes that hadn't gone into the wash And all your shirts and jeans and things And put them in the new washing machine Washing machine Washing machine I watched them go 'round and 'round My blouse wrapping itself in your trousers Oh the waves are going out My skirt floating up around my waist As I wade out into the surf Oh and the waves are coming in Oh and the waves are going out Oh and you're standing right behind me Little fish swim between my legs Oh and the waves are coming in Oh and the waves are going out Oh and the waves are coming in Out of the corner of my eye I think I see you standing outside But it's just your shirt Hanging on the washing line Waving its arm as the wind blows by And it looks so alive Nice and white Just like its climbed right out Of my washing machine Washing machine Washing machine Slooshy sloshy slooshy sloshy Get that dirty shirty clean Slooshy sloshy slooshy sloshy Make those cuffs and collars gleam Everything clean and shiny Washing machine Washing machine Washing machine |
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| 5. |
| 5:32 |
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I found a book on how to be invisible
Take a pinch of keyhole And fold yourself up You cut along a dotted line You think inside out And you’re invisible Eye of Braille Hem of anorak Stem of wallflower Hair of doormat I found a book on how to be invisible On the edge of the labyrinth Under a veil you must never lift Pages that you must never turn In the labyrinth You stand in front of a million doors And each one holds a million more Corridors that lead to the world Of the invisible Corridors that twist and turn Corridors that blister and burn Eye of Braille Hem of anorak Stem of wallflower Hair of doormat Is that the wind from the desert song? Is that the autumn leaf falling? Or is that you walking home? Is that the wind from the desert song? Is that the autumn leaf falling? Or is that you walking home? Is that a storm in the swimming pool? You take a pinch of keyhole And fold yourself up You cut along a dotted line You think inside out You jump ’round three times You jump into the mirror And you’re invisible |
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| 6. |
| 4:56 |
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All the banners stop waving
And the flags stop flying And the silence comes over Thousands of soldiers Thousands of soldiers Who is that girl? Do I know her face? Who is that girl? Joanni, Joanni wears a golden cross And she looks so beautiful in her armour Joanni, Joanni blows a kiss to God And she never wears a ring on her finger All the cannon are firing And the swords are clashing And the horses are charging And the flags are flying And the battle is raging And the bells, the bells are ringing Who is that girl? Do I know her face? Who is that girl? Joanni, Joanni wears a golden cross And she looks so beautiful in her armour Joanni, Joanni blows a kiss to God And she never wears a ring on her finger Joanni, Joanni, Joanni, Joanni blows a kiss to God And she just looks beautiful in her armour Beautiful in her armour [French] Elle parle a Dieu et aux anges Dans ses prieres Venez Sainte Catherine Venez Sainte Marguerite Elle a besoin de vous deux. Les voix, les voix du feu Chante avec moi petite soeur, Les voix, les voix, les voix [English translation] She speaks with God and the angels In her prayers Come Saint Catherine Come Saint Marguerite She needs you two. Voices, voices of fire Sing with me little sister, The voices, the voices, the voices. |
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| 6:12 |
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There's a city, draped in net
Fisherman net And in the half light, in the half light It looks like every tower Is covered in webs Moving and glistening and rocking It's babies in rhythm As the spider of time is climbing Over the ruins There were hundreds of people living here Sails at the windows And the planes came crashing down And many a pilot drowned And the speed boats flying above Put your hand over the side of the boat What do you feel? My mother and her little brown jug It held her milk And now it holds our memories I can hear her singing “Little brown jug don't I love thee” “Little brown jug don't I love thee” Ho ho ho, hee hee hee I hear her laughing She is standing in the kitchen As we come in the back door See it fall See it fall Oh little spider climbing out of a broken jug And the pieces will lay there a while In a house draped in net In a room filled with coral Sails at the window Forests of masts Put your hand over the side of the boat Put your hand over the side of the boat What do you feel? |
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| 1. |
| 1:26 |
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(Bertie speaking)
Mummy… Daddy… The day is full of birds Sounds like they're saying words |
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| 2. |
| 5:42 |
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We're gonna be laughing about this
We're gonna be dancing around It's gonna be so good now It's gonna be so good Oh so exciting, mmh go on and on Every time you leave us So Summer will be gone So you'll never grow old to us It's gonna be so good now It's gonna be so good Can you see the lark ascending? Oh so romantic, swept me off my feet Like some kind of magic Like the light in Italy Lost its way across the sea... Roma Roma mia Tesoro mio, bella Pieno di sole luce Balli cosi bene, bene Pianissimo Pianissimo Chorus : What a lovely afternoon What a lovely afternoon Oh will you come with us To find the song of the oil and brush |
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| 4:50 |
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Watching the painter painting
And all the time, the light is changing And he keeps painting That bit there, it was an accident But he's so pleased It's the best mistake, he could make And it's my favourite piece It's just great The flick of a wrist Twisting down to the hips So the lovers begin, with a kiss In a tryst It's just a smudge But what it becomes In his hands: Curving and sweeping Rising and reaching I could feel what he was feeling Lines like these have got to be An architect's dream It's always the same Whenever he works on a pavement It starts to rain And all the time The light is changing |
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| 4. |
| 1:35 |
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The Painter:
It's raining What has become of my painting All the colours are running The chorus: So all the colours run So all the colours run See what they've become A wonderful sunset |
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| 5. |
| 5:58 |
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Could be honeycomb
In a sea of honey A sky of honey Whose shadow, long and low Is slipping out of wet clothes? And changes into The most beautiful Iridescent blue Who knows who wrote that song of Summer That blackbirds sing at dusk This is a song of colour Where sands sing in crimson, red and rust Then climb into bed and turn to dust Every sleepy light Must say goodbye To day before it dies In a sea of honey A sky of honey Keep us close to your heart So if the skies turn dark We may live on in Comets and stars Who knows who wrote that song of Summer That blackbirds sing at dusk This is a song of colour Where sands sing in crimson, red and rust Then climb into bed and turn to dust Who knows who wrote that song of Summer That blackbirds sing at dusk This is a song of colour Where sands sing in crimson, red and rust Then climb into bed and turn to dust Chorus : Oh sing of summer and a sunset And sing for us, so that we may remember The day writes the words right across the sky They all go all the way up to the top of the night |
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| 1:01 |
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| 7. |
| 5:00 |
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We went up to the top of the highest hill
And stopped Still It was just so beautiful It was just so beautiful It was just so beautiful This is where the shadows come to play 'Twixt the day And night Dancing and skipping Along a chink of light Somewhere in between The waxing and the waning wave Somewhere in between What the song and silence say Somewhere in between The ticking and the tocking clock Somewhere in a dream between Sleep and waking up Somewhere in between Breathing out and breathing in Like twilight is neither night nor morning Not one of us would dare to break The silence Oh how we have longed For something that would Make us feel so... Somewhere in between The waxing and the waning wave Somewhere in between The night and the daylight Somewhere in between The ticking and the tocking clock Somewhere in between What the song and silence say Somewhere in between Breathing out and breathing in The Chorus : Goodnight sun Goodnight sun The sun : Goodnight mum |
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| 8:34 |
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The chorus :
Sweet dreams... On this Midsummer might Everyone is sleeping We go driving into the moonlight Could be in a dream Our clothes are on the beach These prints of our feet Lead right up to the sea No one, no one is here No one, no one is here We stand in the Atlantic We become panoramic We tire of the city We tire of it all We long for just that something more Could be in a dream Our clothes are on the beach These prints of our feet Lead right up to the sea No one, no one is here No one, no one is here We stand in the Atlantic We become panoramic The stars are caught in our hair The stars are on our fingers A veil of diamond dust Just reach up and touch it The sky's above our heads The sea's around our legs In milky, silky water We swim further and further We dive down... We dive down A diamond night, a diamond sea and a diamond sky... We dive deeper and deeper We dive deeper and deeper Could be we are here Could be we are in a dream It came up on the horizon Rising and rising In a sea of honey, a sky of honey A sea of honey, a sky of honey The chorus : Look at the light, all the time it's a changing Look at the light, climbing up the aerial Bright, white coming alive jumping off the aerial All the time it's a changing, like now... All the time it's a changing, like then again... All the time it's a changing And all the dreamers are waking |
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| 7:53 |
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The dawn has come
And the wine will run And the song must be sung And the flowers are melting In the sun I feel I want to be up on the roof I feel I gotta get up on the roof Up, up on the roof Up, up on the roof Oh the dawn has come And the song must be sung And the flowers are melting What kind of language is this? What kind of language is this? I can't hear a word you're saying Tell me what you are singing In the sun All of the birds are laughing All of the birds are laughing Come on let's all join in Come on let's all join in I want to be up on the roof I've gotta be up on the roof Up, up high on the roof Up, up on the roof In the sun |
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