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| 1. |
| 3:20 | 
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The fishing boats go out across the evening water
Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border The wind whips up the waves so loud The ghost moon sails among the clouds Turns the rifles into silver on the border On my wall the colours of the maps are running From Africa the winds they talk of changes coming The torches flare up in the night The hand that sets the farms alight Has spread the word to those who're waiting on the border In the village where I grew up Nothing seems the same Still you never see the change from day to day And no-one notices the customs slip away Late last night the rain was knocking at my window I moved across the darkened room and in the lampglow I thought I saw down in the street The spirit of the century Telling us that we're all standing on the border In the islands where I grew up Nothing seems the same It's just the patterns that remain An empty shell But there's a strangeness in the air you feel too well The fishing boats go out across the evening water Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border The wind whips up the waves so loud The ghost moon sails among the clouds Turns the rifles into silver on the border On the border On the border On the border |
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| 2. |
| 6:31 |
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Year Of The Cat - Al Stewart
On a morning from a Bogart movie In a country where they turn back time You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre Contemplating a crime She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running Like a watercolour in the rain Don't bother asking for explanations She'll just tell you that she came In the year of the cat. She doesn't give you time for questions As she locks up your arm in hers And you follow 'till your sense of which direction Completely disappears By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls There's a hidden door she leads you to These days, she says, I feel my life Just like a river running through The year of the cat She looks at you so cooly And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea She comes in incense and patchouli So you take her, to find what's waiting inside The year of the cat. Well morning comes and you're still with her And the bus and the tourists are gone And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket So you have to stay on But the drum-beat strains of the night remain In the rhythm of the new-born day You know sometime you're bound to leave her BUt for now you're going to stay In the year of the cat. |
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| 3. |
| 6:11 |
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I was making my way through the wasteland
The road into town passes through I was changing the radio stations With my mind on you Oh your friends call you "Lily Paloma" But that's not the way that you are It's too much of a gentle misnomer For a shooting star But you and me baby I saw you there Straight away I knew There's really no hiding I'll tell you right now What we're gonna do We'll go collecting the days Putting the moments away You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio I remember the first time I saw you Alone in the dark with a drink With a candle flame burning before you And your thoughts closed in You were staring out into the distance Not seeming to hear what I said Why did you put up such resistance Like all the lights are red 'Cause you and me baby I saw you there Straight away I knew There's really no hiding I'll tell you right now What we're gonna do We'll go collecting the days Putting the moments away You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio I don't know what it was that was painful But sometimes it's there in your face There are times when you just look disdainful Of the human race Ah, but then on the wings of emotion We circle each other in flight Till together we roll like the ocean In its bed at night 'Cause you and me baby I saw you there Straight away I knew There's really no hiding I'll tell you right now What we're gonna do We'll go collecting the days Putting the moments away You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio |
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| 4. |
| 6:32 |
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It was late in December, the sky turned to snow
All round the day was going down slow Night like a river beginning to flow I felt the beat of my mind go Drifting into time passages Years go falling in the fading light Time passages Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight Well I'm not the kind to live in the past The years run too short and the days too fast The things you lean on are the things that don't last Well it's just now and then my line gets cast into these Time passages There's something back here that you left behind Oh time passages Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight Hear the echoes and feel yourself starting to turn Don't know why you should feel That there's something to learn It's just a game that you play Well the picture is changing Now you're part of a crowd They're laughing at something And the music's loud A girl comes towards you You once used to know You reach out your hand But you're all alone, in these Time passages I know you're in there, you're just out of sight Time passages Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight |
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| 5. |
| 2:30 |
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I sat upon the evening hill
The shadows set, the night grew still And as I sat, guitar on knee A voice of flowers called to me Sing, sing to me your song Sing, for I belong to the night In the gray morning light, I'll be gone I turned with eyes that strained for sight And there amid the failing light Dimly saw a figure small Heard a voice of magic call Sing, sing to me your song Sing, for I belong to the night In the gray morning light, I'll be gone My fumbling fingers found the chords My trembling lips fought for the words I stopped to ask the stranger how He softly said, "No questions now" Sing, sing to me your song Sing, for I belong to the night In the gray morning light, I'll be gone Then with the magic of the elves My fingers danced among themselves A heart with lightness thus endowed Formed melodies I know not how Song played the whole night long Thus he danced and laughed through the night And with gray morning light, he was gone Now, the whispering wind plays over the hill And the evening sounds again grow still A year or more has passed since then Oh, he will not pass my way again So, I sing, sing to you my song Sing for I belong to the night In the gray morning light, I'll be gone |
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| 6. |
| 4:24 |
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Meet me at the station underneath the clock
Carry an umbrella, no need to talk The man in the homburg, hiding in the fog Will be watching Get yourself a ticket, go through the gate At seven forty-five precisely, don't be late If anybody follows don't hesitate Keep on walking And take the night train to Munich Rumbling down the track After half an hour in the restaurant car Look for the conductor And there will be a stain on his tunic A paper underneath his arm Then you'd better pray that he doesn't look away Or you'll never, never, never come back. When you get the paper take a look inside On page twenty-seven there's a photo of a bride Underneath the story of a man who died In Morocco Memorize the article word for word The man in the homburg understands the code Make sure the conversation isn't overheard They're around you And take the night train to Munich Rumbling down the track After half an hour in the restaurant car Look for the conductor And there will be a stain on his tunic A paper underneath his arm Then you'd better pray that he doesn't look away Or you'll never, never, never come back. I really wouldn't ask if there was anybody else But I now you've got the knack of taking care of yourself And they don't know your face so there won't be anyone Looking for you When you get to Munich we'll be waiting in the car Don't look around, just walk straight out If you don't show, I'm sorry for the pain I caused you Upon the night train to Munich Rumbling down the track After half an hour in the restaurant car Look for the conductor And there will be a stain on his tunic A paper underneath his arm Then you'd better pray that he doesn't look away Or you'll never, never, never come back |
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| 7. |
| 3:51 |
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You say with best intention, lets throw away convention
Set sail across the water, to find the tides of fortune I say please understand it, dont' let our love be stranded upon the midnight rocks, upon the midnight rocks You say theres no endeavour, we couldn't try together no storm we couldn't weather, we'll ride the wind forever I hear the words you've spoken, don't let our love be broken Upon the midnight rocks, oh yeah, upon the midnight rocks. Ahhh...you know you know its easy Ahhh...to let it go believe me Ahhh...you know you know you feel it Ahhh...don't lose it when you need it I know that fascination, with living each sensation in your imagination, theres is no hesitation I know your mind is turning, don't let our love lie burning upon the midnight rocks, oh yeah, upon the midnight rocks. I know that fascination, with living each sensation in your imagination, there is no hesitation I say please understand it, don't let our love be stranded Upon the midnight rocks. |
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| 8. |
| 5:29 |
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She's a mollusk,
a seamstress, a princess, a priestess, a negress, she knows her position She's a swallow, a willow, a cello, a pillow, a bow and also a physician She takes your eyes and mends your head She draws the wine and breaks the bread She has no lies to tell you and no truths to sell you She's a girl, she's almost a woman And Zero she flies as the morning sighs Spreads her wings like a seagull From the mountain he watches her, biding his time But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle He's a hawthorn, a raven, a scarecrow, a haven for moon-blessed thought and opinion He will laugh like the fountains, the bones of the mountains lie deep in his forest religion You will call his name when evening falls And the ground sets hard and the night wind calls You will feed him and heed him, at times you will need him Say you were almost his woman And Zero she flies as the morning sighs Spreads her wings like a seagull From the mountain he watches her, biding his time But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle In the shuddering mad red blood-let sunset a tired man is leaving his cover And the soft eyes of Zero are cut by the sounds of the vanishing feet of her lover And the door slams shut and the air grows tight And her throat is gripped by the hands of night And all that is left is the clock on the shelf As it ticks one day into another And Zero she sighs as the morning dies With the broken wings of a seagull From the mountain he watches her, sensing his time But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle At the pall of the day the man of the mountain is nearing the end of his travel And the fence is down on the westland bounds and a footfall pounds in the gravel Comes a knock three times and the air grows still As he steps inside from the sudden chill And the moment is caught in the net of the night For the coming of dawn to unravel And Zero she flies as the morning sighs Spreads her wings like a seagull From the mountain he's coming, judging his time And his eyes are the eyes of an eagle Oh Zero she flies as the morning dies Spreads her wings like a seagull From her window he watches her, a man in his time But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle |
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| 9. |
| 3:09 |
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You got your ticket and your hotel keys
And your overnight bag at your feet You're looking down on the tropical trees While the Spanish maids pick up the sheets Conquistador in search of gold For all the jackdaw reasons The Midas shadow that's so hard to please And follows wherever you go Nothing ventured, nothing gained they said So you played for the winner takes all And tossed the dice high up and craned your head To see how the numbers would fall You stole the game so easily Your luck ran with the seasons But still the shadow that the night won't free Just follows wherever you go Another day, another boarding card As you wait for your seat on the 'plane The movie runs but you're still working hard And you don't touch your food or champagne I know that when your well runs dry You'll want to know the reason The empty night will bring you no reply As it follows wherever you go |
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| 2:40 |
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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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| 2:01 |
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Inside the lonely building sits the candidate
His speech is typed and ready, the hundred dollar plates Sit on deserted tables beneath fluorescent light But no one comes to hear him; no cheers disturb the night So where are all the voters? Where the voters' wives? They've all gone to the movies, trying to understand their lives The candidate is slipping into some dream of old Not noticing around him, a thousand rubber chickens going cold. |
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| 12. |
| 3:52 |
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You told the man in the Broadway Hotel
Nothing was stranger than being yourself And he replied, with a tear in his eye Love was a rollaway Just a cajole away Mist on a summer's day Nothing was clear Love was a smile away Just a defile away I sought it every way No-one came near You asked the man for a room with a view Nothing was said as he stared at his shoe Then he replied as he gave you the key Love was a rollaway Just an unfold away That's all there is to say No-one came near Alone in your room you hide As the night rolls by In the street outside And you feel over the words he said Till they turn to rain all around your head You're seeking a hideaway Where the light of day Doesn't touch your face And a door-sign keeps the world away Behind the shades Of your silent day. You made your home in the Broadway Hotel Room service came at the push of a bell And the man said as he put down the tray Love was a stealaway Just a reveal away I tried to find a way Nothing was clear Then as he turned away You asked the man to stay He was there all the day No-one came near |
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| 4:53 |
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Go and tell Lord Grenville that the tide is on the turn
It's time to haul the anchor up and leave the land astern We'll be gone before the dawn returns Like voices on the wind. Go and tell Lord Grenville that our dreams have run aground There's nothing here to keep us in this shanty town None of us are caring where we're bound Like voices on the wind And come the day you'll hear them saying "They're throwing it all away" Nothing more to say Just throwing it all away Go and fetch the captain's log and tear the pages out We're on our way to nowhere now, can't bring the helm about None of us are left in any doubt We won't be back again Send a message to the fleet, they'll search for us in vain We won't be there among the reaches of the Spanish Main Tell the ones we left home not to wait We won't be back again. (Won't be back again...) And come the day you'll hear them saying "They're throwing it all away" Nothing more to say Just throwing it all away Our time is just a point along a line That runs forever with no end I never thought that we would come to find Ourselves upon these rocks again Oh no... Go and tell Lord Grenville that the tide is on the turn |
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| 8:08 |
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They crossed over the border the hour before dawn
moving in lines through the day Most of our planes were destroyed on the ground where they lay Waiting for orders we held in the wood Word from the front never came By evening the sound of the gunfire was miles away I softly move through the shadows, slip away through the trees Crossing their lines in the mist in the fields on our hands and our knees And all that i ever Was able to see The fire in the air, glowing red Silhouetting the smoke on the breeze All summer they drove us back through the Ukraine Smolensk and Viasma soon fell By Autumn we stood with our backs to the town of Orel Closer and closer to Moscow they come Riding the wind like a bell General Guderian stands at the crest of the hill Winter brought with the rains, oceans of mud filled the roads Gluing the tracks of their tanks to the ground, while the skies filled with snow And all that I ever Was able to see The fire in the air, glowing red Silhouetting the snow on the breeze (Ah, Ah , Ah) x4 (Ah, Ah, Ah) - all thru bridge In the footsteps of Napoleon, the shadow figures stagger through the winter Falling back before the gates of Moscow, standing in the wings like an avenger And far away behind their lines, the partisans are stirring in the forest Coming unexpectedly upon their outpost, growing like a promise You'll never know, you'll never know, which way to turn, which way to look you'll never see us As we steal into the blackness of the night you'll never know, you'll never hear us And evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming The morning road leads to Stalingrad, and the sky is softly humming Two broken tigers on fire in the night Flicker their souls to the wind We wait in the lines for the final approach to begin It's been almost four years that I've carried a gun At home, it will alomst be spring The flames of the tiger are lighting the road to Berlin I quickly move through the ruins that bow to the ground The old men and children they send out to face us, they can't slow us down And all that I ever Was able to see The eyes of the city are opening Now it's the end of a dream (Ah. Ah, Ah) x4 (Ah, Ah, Ah) thru this section I'm coming home, I'm coming home , now you can taste it in the wind the war is over And I listen to the clicking of the train wheels as we roll across the border And now they ask about the time that i was caught behind their time and taken prisoner They only held me for a day, a lucky break i say They turn and listen closer I'll never know, I'll never know, why I was taken from the line with all the others to board a special train and journey deep into the heart of holy Russia And it's cold and damp in the transit camp and the air is still and sullen and the pale sun of Octobe whispers the snow will soon be coming And I wonder when, I'll be home again and the morning answers never And the evening sighs and the steely, Russian skies go on, forever... |
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| 5:04 |
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The fishing boats go out across the evening water
Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border The wind whips up the waves so loud The ghost moon sails among the clouds Turns the rifles into silver on the border On my wall the colours of the maps are running From Africa the winds they talk of changes coming The torches flare up in the night The hand that sets the farms alight Has spread the word to those who're waiting on the border In the village where I grew up Nothing seems the same Still you never see the change from day to day And no-one notices the customs slip away Late last night the rain was knocking at my window I moved across the darkened room and in the lampglow I thought I saw down in the street The spirit of the century Telling us that we're all standing on the border In the islands where I grew up Nothing seems the same It's just the patterns that remain An empty shell But there's a strangeness in the air you feel too well The fishing boats go out across the evening water Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border The wind whips up the waves so loud The ghost moon sails among the clouds Turns the rifles into silver on the border On the border On the border On the border |
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