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The subway station's closed again
Sleeps beneath its veil of rain My footprints broken trail behind Steals the nightlights from my mind The dark deserted streets then clear Today has lived and died in here So I leave the chapel gloom To find the shelter of my tiny room But it's alright while the lights of the city shine so bright It's all right till the last winding train fades from sight Then alone in my room I must stay to lose or win While these wild bedsitter images come back to hem me in The paneled patterns on the door Chase shivering shadows to the floor Upon the pillow worn and thin The memories of hopes begin The carpet with its flowers in shreds Expires a foot before my bed The crack that won't return again Advancing through my broken window pane But it's alright while the lights of the city shine so bright It's all right till the last winding train fades from sight Then alone in my room I must stay to lose or win While these wild bedsitter images come back to hem me in The friends I've left back home all write With laughing words that warm my sight Saying "Tell us, how's the city life?" And I reply and say just fine And so you see I can't go back Until I either win or crack I'm standing in a one way street The stage is set The story incomplete But it's alright while the lights of the city shine so bright It's alright till the last winding train fades from sight Then alone in my room I must stay to lose or win While these wild bedsitter images come back to hem me in |
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All right you saw me in the International Times
You've got my picture in your book You tell your friends not to call at weekend, And now you wear that far-off look All right you stole your mother's best sheets And put them on my bed And you remember all the words that I say And now you keep them in your head But you don't even know me You don't even know me You don't even know me at all All right I told you that I'm leaving London The Summer seems so long I've got no money to pay the rent I've got no place to take my songs And then you tell me I should keep on trying You hand me an envelope With all the money that you'd saved up You couldn't stand to see me go But you don't even know me You don't even know me You don't even know me at all All right I took you to the Hendrix concert On the seventh day of May And through the Summer of 1967 We were part of the seeds of change And now you say that we can really make it We've got nowhere to fall And though the signs are hung in the rainy distance You don't see them at all But you don't even know me You don't even know me You don't even know me at all But you don't even know me You don't even know me You don't even knew me at all You don't know me at all You don't know me at all All right I think that we should stay together For a while |
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It's Sunday afternoon and it's raining,
I m falling Colour sections, pastel blue, an empty church, a movie queue And I'm falling Watching you moving around Taking the time To get a proper look It seems as though I've never really looked at you Get up, put the kettle on, make us some tea I'm falling If we've got some biscuits left, please bring one for me, I'm just falling Spending the whole day in bed Wasting our time In such a gentle way We hardly need to say a word, it's just okay And already the sun has gone, and it's growing dark outside, I can see your face reflected in the red electric firelight, And our shadow is an embryo That slowly comes to life And as it moves across the wall It seems to feel the fire of living Growing stronger as it climbs To shiver in a blaze Across the ceiling And the soundless crash of the sea Fills the room with the scent of the breeze And the waves break over The beach of our bodies As you reach your fingers out to me Why don't we take the whole of next week off work, We're falling You can say you don't feel well, you caught a cold or something, We're just falling We can get out of town Taking the time To let it all work out The hour glass is turning, every second counts I'm falling I'm falling I'm falling Moving around inside a dream today Falling for you in such a special way |
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Said the apple to the orange:
"Oh I wanted you to come Close to me and kiss me to the core Then you might know me like no other orange Has ever done before" |
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I have heard the news from Spain
Now you say you've many things yet to be learning And you don't know if or when you'll be returning It depends on how Everything works out If it can somehow In Carvajal And I have heard the news from Spain Now you've found someone you don't have to be tied to And he dried your eyes, and later he lay beside you As the simple wine Of the flow of time Pulled us out of rhyme In Carvajal Into a taxi and down to the airport In only the clothes I was standing in A scribbled address, a toothbrush, a passport The money we saved in the biscuit tin Running afraid to a strange Spanish town Searching the sands and the shoreline... And I have heard the news from Spain Now the Winter winds possess the Southern reaches And the sea folds like a mantle on the beaches And the crowds have gone And I've left my song To be killed alone In Carvajal In Carvajal In Carvajal |
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Shots split the night, a bullet lodged in his brain
He must have died instantly, he felt no pain A crowd quickly gathered to the feast of the gun Waiting for the ambulance and cops to come Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm Sirens wail in the concrete Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm Electric Los Angeles sunset, the sunset, the sunset, oh-o-oh Headlight lit the faces by the tabernacle door Gazing at the bloodstains on the damp sidewalk As the crowd turned to go, a man was heard to say "He must have had it comin' to him anyway" Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm Blood wagon rolls through the dragnet Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm Electric Los Angeles sunset, the sunset, the sunset, oh-o-oh Cadillacs roll through the smoggy perfume The buildings are choking on oxygen fumes Evangelists praying in rented rooms, in the afternoon Which way do the signposts read African eyes in the sunrise The gates of the city are rusted over and mouldering The violence of the evening decays into the night While shadows press like moths against the neon light Movie queues diffuse into the Cinerama haze While libertines read pornozines in street cafes Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm The madman swings in the pulpit Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm Electric Los Angeles sunset, the sunset, the sunset, oh-o-oh |
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Prince Louis Battenberg is burning the Admiralty lights down low
Silently sifting through papers sealed with a crown Admiral Lord Fisher is writing to Churchill, calling for more Dreadnoughts The houses in Hackney are all falling down And my grandmother sits on the beach in the days before the war Young girl writing her diary, while time seems to pause Watching the waves as they come one by one to die on the shore Kissing the feet of England Oh the lights of Saint Petersburg come on as usual Although the air seems charged with a strangeness of late, yet there's nothing to touch And the Tsar in his great Winter Palace has called for the foreign news An archduke was shot down in Bosnia, but nothing much And my grandmother sits before the mirror in the days before the war Smiling a secret smile as she goes to the door And the young man rides off in his carriage, homeward once more And the sun sets gently on England Ah the day we decided to drive down to Worthing, it rained and rained Giving us only a minute to stand by the sea And crunching my way through the shingles, it seemed there was nothing changed Though the jetty was maybe more scarred that I'd known it to be And Mandi and I stood and stared at the overcast sky Where ten years ago we had stood, my Grandfather and I And the waves still rushed in as they had the year that he died And it seemed that my lifetime was shrunken and lost in the tide As it rose and fell on the side of England Prince Louis Battenberg is burning the Admiralty lights |
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The rain came down like beads
Bouncing on the noses of the People from the train A flock of salty ears Sparkled in the traffic lights Feet squelched soggy leaves across the grain I took my love to Clifton in the rain And all along the way Wanderers in overcoats with Collars on parade And steaming in the night The listeners in the Troubadour Guitar player weaves a willow strain I took my love to Clifton in the rain Jacqueline Bisset I saw your movie Wondered if you really felt that way Do you ever fear The images of Hollywood? Have you felt a shadow of its pain? I thought of you in Clifton in the rain |
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And the days they flew by
And the leaves fell from the trees And many times you came around And many times you slept with me And every time that we made love You wrote it down in your diary Lady of ladies But I would always say to you Don't ask about tomorrow Give what you have, take what you need Your time is only now Don't try to tie me down to promises I live for today, today is all there is And freedom seems to be everything to me I took you down to a party On the night of the 4th of May And a strange and growing restlessness Had hung in the air all day The need to try and tear down And destroy all that we'd made Lady of ladies You whispered in my ear and asked me If I fancied her You told me that he'd phoned you When I was in America Daring each other just to say okay Swap for tonight, didn't I always say That freedom seems to be everything to me And she came and she sat down beside me And you found an excuse to go downstairs And she smiled and made The kind of conversation that you do And later on she said 'My last train has gone Oh I wonder if you could run me home' And I found vou in the hallway and told you That was all that I would do Just run her home and it's through Oh I thought you knew But I must confess I laid my head on her breast And it seemed so hard To pull it away Her hand touched my hand And her eyes were offering the rest If it wasn't for you, oh I would have stayed But I came back home through the morning To find you lying awake And I knew all at once what you'd done And I heard myself say "Why did you have to sleep with him Anyone else Wouldn't have mattered Half As much as him" I don't want to touch you Somehow you feel unclean I just wish that you Were five hundred miles away from me Don't talk at all, don't start to cry Just pack up your things Lady of ladies And though I'd always told myself That when our time ended I'd walk away with no regrets And no attempts to stay Somehow it doesn't seem to be that way I find I'm needing every word you say This freedom seems to be everything to me And you went up to Cambridge And you stayed in your brother's room And you wrote me a letter and sent it the same afternoon You said "I just want to hurt myself Oh I need you so badly now" And you told me "Without you there seems to be no horizon at all Just no crack in the wall No place lower to fall "Hey don't leave me, don't leave me The shapelessness of the dawn Floods above and beneath me, I can't go on" And I had to walk right into the trap And I had to say please come back Though I felt all the while My resistance slipping away Why did I have to fall for you Anyone else Wouldn't have hurt me Half As much as you |
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'Oh I come from Pittsburgh to study astrology,'
She said as she stood on my instep, 'I could show you New York with a walk between Fourth Street and Nine.' Then out of her coat taking seven harmonicas She sat down to play on a doorstep saying 'Come back to my place I will show you the stars and the signs' So I followed her into the black lands Where the window frames peel and flake And the old Jewish face behind the lace Even now trying to get to see what's cooking Just John the Baptist in the park getting laid thinking there's no-one looking And its eighty degrees and I'm down on my knees in Brooklyn Her house was a dusty collection of rusty Confusion with landings and tunnels And leaning bookcases and spaces and faces and things Where twenty-five Puerto Ricans, Manhattan Mohicans And Jewish-Italian Pawnbrokers Lead their theatrical lives in their rooms in the wings While outside in the black lands The violent day runs wild And the black and white minstrels run through the crazy Alleys while the cops go booking And ruthless toothless agents sneak around and there's no-one looking And it's eighty degrees and I'm down on my knees in Brooklyn And oh, I'm back in the city again You can tell by the smell of the hamburger stand in the rain She spoke of astrology while muttering apologies For coffee that tasted of hot dogs I said 'That's OK, mine was cold anyway, and just grand' Then she lay on the bed while the radio fed Us with records and adverts for cat food And I looked at her, holding my thoughts in the palm of my hand And outside in the black lands The evening came and went And the bums in the street begging money for one last drink Are hanging round the liquor stores trying to get a foot in And the girl from Pittsburgh and I made love on a mattress with the new moon looking And in the cool evening breeze I was down on my knees in Brooklyn |
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Oh your pictures they don't really do you justice little girl
For you're careful not to let the camera touch your private world And there's just a hint of sadness in your smile through the dark As you slip your dress off slowly for the sailor or the clerk And it could have been so different, and at times you feel bad For you really did have something that the others never had And the circle turns and turns and turns so mad, little girl Ah you must have been just fifteen when you made your mind up first That you'd make it in the movies and you couldn't lose the thirst And it took you to the attic where the Agent King holds Court And his courtesans are fully paid up losers of a sort He looks at you and tells you that you just might get the part But you don't get things for nothing and he doesn't want your heart And the circle turns and turns and turns so mad, little girl Mmm, you made it to the silver screen and yet you're not a star And advertising corsets didn't get you too far But money has its favourites and yours went back to them So you modeled in a studio in Greek Street for the rent There you met Antonio, your lover from afar Who put you on the streets to make the money for his car And the circle turns and turns and turns so fast, little girl Ah, your pictures they don't really do you justice any more For they're crumpled now and faded and were taken long ago And that faintly coy expression has now left without a trace Ah there's little of it buried in the ruins of your face It could have been so different, and at times you feel bad For you really did have something that the others never had And the circle turns and turns and turns so mad, little girl For the circle turns and turns and turns so sad, little girl. Oh the circle turns and turns and it's too bad, little girl. |
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David Foster lives in Gloucester with his family
Works 'til pay-time, through the day-time, then comes home for tea Steak and kidney, then with Sydney to his club and feels free They close the bar, he finds his car and then goes home to sleep And his wife has been with Rosie, in the parlour where it's cosy Watching telly, doing dishes, patching pants and making wishes And he'll say "Bill should have wired" And "Not tonight dear, I'm too tired" And life drifts slowly by in the provinces Peter Foster goes to Gloucester for his first school day Bites his teacher, sees a preacher and is taught to pray Sees some birds and learns some words it's very, very rude to say Yes, he's rather like his father was in his young day And his father has discussions, holding forth about the Russians "Will the Red Chinese attack us?" "Do we need the Yanks to back us? "And in bed she feels his shoulder, but he grunts and just turns over And life drifts slowly by in the provinces Wedding rings come with strings but love depends on the little things "Oh could that still be really you?" "Is there anything time can't do? David Foster's been promoted, he's a decent sort Peter's gone to Dad's old Public School, it's good for sport They've even got a private parking place down in Huntingdon Court Maybe soon he'll be a magistrate, the neighbours thought Yes, and then he'll teach the beatniks And the hang-around-the-streetnicks And the good-for-nothing loafers Who knock girls up on their sofas And his wife is quite nice, really Though she seems a little dreamy Recently... I was born and brought up on the east side of town And my earliest days they passed quickly I would play after school with the kids all around In the sun and the dust of the back streets Oh, all through my girlhood the war had its day And my daddy he would always be leaving So my brother and I we would sit by her side Telling our tales through the evening Oh, I grew with the days and the boys came to call In the back shed I learned about kissing But I don't think my mother has noticed at all For we've heard that my daddy is missing Then my school days they were over and I went off to work And my mother grew quieter and greyer So one day I left her and went off to live With Billy, a saxophone player In our broken down attic we laughed and made love And all that we had we were sharing Oh, we slept through the day and played into the night God, we did as we pleased without caring Oh but a year's passed away and he's left me one day To play in a far away country And the sun told my eyes "You've got no place to hide" As I waited to be having his baby Oh I lived in the park and the men passed and stared Each wondering which one had lost her And one came to ask could he buy me a meal And he said he was called David Foster We were married that month and I swore to myself Somehow I'd pay back what I owed him Cooking his supper and cleaning his boots Yes, and kidding myself I could love him Oh, but now my baby is grown and he's gone out to school And he looks very much like his daddy And David has buried himself in his work And the time on my hands, it hangs heavy Oh, the neighbours they smile as we pass in the streets And they make their remarks on the weather But the butcher and baker deliver things now And I've stopped going out altogether Oh, I live by my mirror and stare in my eyes Trying to make out who I see there But I'm looking at a woman that I can't recognize And I don't think she knows me either There are lines on her face and her hair is a mess And the light in her eyes it grows colder In the morning there's nothing will change, ah but yes I will be just a little bit older |
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Mr. Willoughby, whose only luxury is the sugar in his tea
Teaches history at High Worthington School His clothing has remained unnoticeably plain His common room technique suitably restrained, though maybe too cool Work done in the summery sun, see the cricket ball fly Intently, like a strange demented bird towards the sun Considering its flight, he pauses for a while Ah, but Mr. Willoughby, we've never seen you smile Tell me how come? Ah well, sometimes it must get lonely Ah, but it's life and life only "Maurice," said Renee, "Why didn't you say that you'd be so late The supper that I made is ruined again. Is there anything you'd like?". "No, nothing", he replied Standing by the stairs, not looking in her eyes, so stupidly male All dark and lying in bed, "You've been with her again" She blurts out, then turning on her side begins to cry At first he doesn't stir but then mumbling his words He reaches for her hand, she shivers, but doesn't take it away Ah, for sometimes it does get lonely Ah, but it's life and life only Oh Smithy Smithers-Bell; clerk from Clerkenwell On the beach at Bournemouth thinks he very well May be next year in France Inspired for a while, he decides to risk a smile at Mr. Willoughby Who passes, polishing his glasses, studiously averting his glance Renee, several deckchairs away, wonders if they would be better While Maurice is with the kids out in the sea And I was feeling small, sitting on the wall Looking at them all and wondering who will I be? Ah, but sometimes it does get lonely Ah, but it's life and life only Ah, but it's life and life only Ah, but it's life and life only Ah, but it's life and life .. |
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She said "Don't you think we're going downhill?
And I would hate it to be run-of-the mill" Oh love me or leave me but please don't deceive me For if you do, I'll know, believe me I want you to know I don't want you to go anyway And yes I was doing alright up until now I'm beginning to think you should have listened to Al She picked up her things and said "let's be friends For all the good and the bad things have their ends" Then she went lazily leaving me crazily Wandering lost, the night was hazy And everyone else looking sure of themselves but not me And yes I was doing alright up until now I'm beginning to think you should have listened to Al Oh she left me the keys and a dozen LPs A phone bill warning left for the morning And I left the dark on a seat in the park feeling very strange And yes I was doing alright up until now I'm beginning to think you should have listened to Al You should have listened to Al Oh, you should have listened to Al |
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I can remember the first girl that I did love
It was Stephanie In kindergarten arithmetic classes she used to Sit next to me I'd pass her sticky sweets under the table Where the teacher couldn't see Although she wouldn't remember me now Sometimes I wonder where she can be I can remember the first girl I kissed It was Christine when I was ten I'd been told we were moving away I thought I'd never see her again Oh don't forget me I'll be back when they let me Before you learn how to lie when you're leaving Love is so much easier then And at school would you believe three hundred boys And no girls at all But you're a fool if you should leave Just think of the joys of rugby football And prep in the morning and Brylcreem and acne And cross-country running to kill evil thoughts I'm surprised that I survived I ran ten thousand miles with my back to the wall I can remember the first girl that I made love to It was in a park In the lower pleasure gardens in Bournemouth In summer just after dark My mind was reeling: Oh what a feeling. I missed the bus and walked twelve miles home And it really didn't seem far And all through my seventeenth summer Running together from crowds and ties Taking our clothes off and feeling each other With fingers and senses and mouths and eyes Incurring the glances of old disapproval From elderly local inhabitant's eyes Oh time, time we hardly even knew you You didn't touch us with your lies In the halcyon days of my late adolescence My goal seemed clearly in sight Playing electric guitar with a beat group We set the ballrooms alight Camping it up for the dyed blonde receptionists Who told us we were al-ri-yi-yight On an ego trip for a teenage superstar On thirty shillings a nigh-yight And so it fell that I came up to London To look for fortune and fame Starry eyed in my seaside successes And much too sure of the game First girl I met there I thought I'd get there But the first girl was nearly the last girl She left my eyes in the drain She sat on my floor in the dead of the night Rolling a joint and looking round for a light Her clothes were so black and her face was so white How could I know what was right? And I sat all huddled upon my bed Watching her in my innocence And it was no sense at all, but too much sense That took me to the bridge of impotence Oh Artaud's anthology lay spread on the floor And the thoughts that she gave me, I'd not met before And stranded half hypnotised, I watched her in awe Of everything that she stood for And I wanted more than anything to be like her with every sense But it was no sense at all, but too much sense That took me to the bridge of impotence She came over to me and kissed me in play Taking my hand between her legs as she lay And she looked in my eyes but I turned them away Finding no words fit to say And I hated myself, but could not move Shattered in my confidence But it was no sense at all, but too much sense That took me to the bridge of impotence Now the stare of the lightbulb tore holes in my brain As she got up in the silence that hung like a stain And I wanted to speak, or to call out her name But how could I begin to explain? And my prosecuting room still holds A strand of her hair in evidence But it was no sense at all, but too much sense That took me to the bridge of impotence Oh I still think about her when the night fills with rain And speaks in its voices uneasy and vain And I think were I maybe to find her again Oh I'd probably see her more plain And I should have known she was just like me It was after all only common-sense But it was no sense at all, but too much sense That took me to the bridge of impotence But it was no sense at all, but too much sense That took me to the bridge of impotence At first I didn't go out much at all I just stayed at home in my chains Picking over the threads of my confidence And searching for the remains And when I couldn't stand any more of it Going down to a club Mixing in with the sounds and the crowds I let the music cover me up And only, lonely, the harlequins and painted phonies Pick their ways, through the haze Of highs and lows and blues And all that I could do was to pick my way to you Though I didn't tell you You were just a thing to prove I was hungry when found you, but I'm alright now They sigh, they lie, the refugees and superheroes On ice, so nice to see you, what's your name? And all that I could do was to say the same to you Take you for the moment, though the moment wasn't true But I was hungry when I found you and I'm alright now Though the street lamp cut through the curfew It shed no light on our mind It would have been so easy to love you At any other time Only, lonely, you came to me the night hung coldly In your eyes, some other time I might have stayed with you But all that I could do was to turn around to you Thanks for what you gave me now it's time to say "Adieu" I was hungry when I found you but I'm alright now. Ba ba ba alright now And so it came that I stood disillusioned By everything I'd been told I just didn't believe love existed They were all just digging for gold Widows and bankers and typists and businessmen Loved each other they said But all it was though was just a manoeuvre The quickest way into bed And so I followed the others' example And jumped into the melee In the hunting grounds of Earls Court and Swiss Cottage I did my best to get laid Beer cans and parties, deb girls and arties Bouncing around in the social confusion Missing and making the grade The very first time I must confess I thought you'd be like all of the rest And we'd be strangers once again By the time we were dressed But when you'd smoked your cigarette And talked of some people that we'd met I found myself asking was it set, did you have to go yet And so you laughed and then kissed me And stayed for the whole weekend Although the bed was so narrow We had to sleep end to end And so the weeks passed through my brain In their dadaistic chain I found myself seeing you again, and again and again And all you gave you gave it free Asking for nothing back from me You gave yourself unselfishly as a part of me And where I thought that just plucking The fruits of the bed was enough It grew to be less like fucking And more like making love Of all the girls I ever knew some loved and some denied me And all the words I ever said have been no use to hide me And all the songs I ever sung each one of them untied me And all the girls I ever loved have left themselves inside me |