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| 4:01 | ||||
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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2. |
| 2:56 | ||||
Oh I just came back from Haarlem
On the very last day of Autumn Made it through the customs, took the bus into town The flat looked cold and empty The chairs unused and dusty Just a few old letters and papers lying around The Dutch people were friendly You know they put me up and they fed me All along a tour of one night stands All my days and all my ways Are so confused I tell you right new I'm going to make it back to Amsterdam And you can feel fine anytime You choose to lose yourself for a while Bottle of wine In some back street cafe Or out on the street, there's a chance For you to meet anybody you please Taking the time To ease your blues away Fred was a crazy driver He took us at a hundred miles an hour Down a side street out of a traffic jam All my days and all my ways Are so bemused I tell you right now I'm going to make it back to Amsterdam Oh I just came back from Haarlem And the very thing I was wanting Was to find some way to let you know how I felt You can't say much in an evening If you know you'll soon be leaving There's not much time to talk, and it's maybe as well But I wanted to give you something Because you knew you really helped me So I've written you a song with a small West Indian band And though it seems some days that all my ways are Bound to lose I tell you right now I'm going to make it back to Amsterdam Amsterdam Amsterdam Amsterdam Pah-pa-pa-pah |
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3. |
| 4:17 | ||||
"Oh I know that you are an artist" she said
"For you make your songs out of clay You carry the dust on your hands and your face You never quite brushed it away You were trying to chisel a perfect truth When the instrument broke in your hand Now you sit all alone on the greenhouse roof With your shoes full of sand" And the golden rays of the sun divide In the slanting mists of the rain And Maggie is on the road again "Oh I know that you were a sailor" she said "Till you came too close to the shore And like any shipwrecked sailor now You live by an open door And when evening sails in the masts of the trees Your feet seem to slip on the ground And you long for the little ship In which you can safely drown" And the silver mounds of the waves divide At the feet of the wind and the rain And Maggie is far at sea again "0h I know that you were an outlaw" she said "And you robbed both the rich and the poor Now you seek my bed like a sanctuary But you keep one eye on the door And you press my hand in the dead of the night And say I can heal all your wounds In the morning your eyes just look hunted again You'll be leaving soon" And the silver rays of the moon divide In the slanting mists of the rain And Maggie is on the prowl again "So I know that you are an artist" she said "And you make your songs out of clay For you carry the dust on your hands and your face You never quite brushed it away And you work with your back to an open door While the light is beginning to fade And the windows are liquid the sky is alive And the night is jade" And the silver rays of the moon divide In the slanting mists of the rain And Maggie is on the road again And the silver rays of the moon divide At the feet of the wind and the rain And Maggie, I'm at your door again |
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4. |
| 6:34 | ||||
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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5. |
| 3:37 | ||||
I can't understand
She let go of my hand And left me here facing the wall. I'd sure like to know Why did she go, but then I can't get close to her at all. Though we kissed through the wild blazing nighttime She said she'd never forget. But now morning is clear Its like I ain't here She acts like we never have met. Its all new to me Like some mystery It could even be like a myth. Yes its hard to think on That she's the same one That only last night I was with. From darkness dreams are deserted Am I still dreaming yet? Oh, I wish she'd unlock Her voice once and talk 'Stead of acting like we never met. If she ain't feeling well Well then why don't she tell 'Stead of turning her back to my face. Mmm, without any doubt She just seems too far out For me to return to or chase. Though the night ran swirling and whirling I remember her whispering yet. But evidently she don't Evidently she won't She just acts like we never have met. If I didn't have to guess I'd gladly confess To anything I might have tried If I was working too long Or have done something wrong Wish she'd say what it is I'll run and hide. Though her skirt it swayed as the guitar played Her mouth was watery and wet But now something has changed For she ain't the same She just acts like we never have met. Mmmm, I'm leaving today Gotta be on my way Of this I can't say too much. But if you want me to I can be just like you retend that we never have touched. And if anybody should ask me Is it easy to forget? Why its easily done You just pick anyone Pretend that you never have met. |
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6. |
| 4:19 | ||||
7. |
| 4:30 | ||||
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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8. |
| 6:28 | ||||
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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9. |
| 5:57 | ||||
I can well recall the first time I ever put to sea,
It was on the old "Calcutta" in eighteen fifty-three. I was just a lad of fourteen years, a midshipman to be To make my way in sailing ships of the Royal Navy. By the time that I was twenty-one I'd sailed the world around, Weathered storms in the China seas with the hatches battened down, And made my way by starlight off the coast of Newfoundland And dined on beer and herrings while the waves blew all around. I live in retirement now and through my window comes the sound Of seagulls and sets my mind remembering. The evening stars like memories sail far beyond the distant trees Way out across the open seas I hear them sing. Oh, the wooden ships they turned to iron and the iron ships to steel And shed their sails like autumn leaves with the turning of the wheel And I was given Captain's rank, and soon took under me the proudest ship that ever sailed for Queen and country. Ah, the old queen she passed away with the newborn century And I received my calling up to the admiralty. The sands ran through the hourglass each day more rapidly As we watched the growing of the fleets of High Germany. So at last the Great War blazed I waited with the passing days a call to arms that never came, writing letters. "I may be old now in your eyes, but all my years have made me wise, You don't see where the danger lies, oh call me back, call me back..." But the war, it ran its course they could find no use for me And I live in the country now, grandchildren on my knee And sometimes think in all this world the saddest thing to be Old admirals who feel the wind and never put to sea. Now just like you, I've sailed my dreams like ships across the sea And some of them they've come on rocks and some faced mutiny And when they're sunken one by one I'll join that company - Old admirals who feel the wind, and never put to sea. |
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10. |
| 2:41 | ||||
I'm leaving my home in Europe behind
Heading out for a new state of mind New York town is calling to me Dollar an hour from the company Warren Gameliel Harding Alone in the White House, watching the sun Come up on the morning of 1921 I just want someone to talk to To talk to To talk to I've got no shoes upon my feet I've been all day with nothing to eat It sure gets hard down here in the street But I know where I'm going to be Warren Gameliel Harding Playing cards in a smoke-filled room Winning and losing, filling the time I just want someone to talk to To talk to To talk to Don't go down to the docks tonight The cops are nosing around for the site We moved the booze just before daylight They won't find it now, it'll be alright Warren Gameliel Harding In Alaska running out of days Leaving the ladies, God moves in strange ways I just want someone to talk to To talk to To talk to Don't leave me here on such a lonely day... Don't leave me here on such a lonely day... |
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11. |
| 3:57 | ||||
12. |
| 4:46 | ||||
The morning is humming, it's a quarter past nine
I should be working down in the vines But I'm lying here with a good friend of mine Watching the sun in her hair I pick the grapes from the hills to the sea The fields of France are a home to me Ah, but today lying here is a good place to be I can't go anywhere But as we slip in and out of embrace Like some old and familiar place Reflecting all of my dreams in her face like before On the last day of June 1934 Just out of Cambridge in a narrow country lane A bottle-green Bentley in the driving rain Slips and skids round a corner, then pulls straight again Heads up the drive to the door The lights of the party shine over the fields Where lovers and dancers watch catherine wheels And argue realities digging their heels In a world that's finished with war And a lost wind of summer blows into the streets Past the tramps in the alleyways, the rich in silk sheets And Europe lies sleeping, you feel her heartbeats through the floor On the last day of June 19... On the night that Ernst Roehm died voices rang out In the rolling Bavarian hills And swept through the cities and danced in the gutters Grown strong like the joining of wills Oh echoed away like a roar in the distance In moonlight carved out of steel Singing "All the lonely, so long and so long You don't know how I long, how I long You can't hold me, I'm strong now I'm strong Stronger than your law" I sit here now by the banks of the Rhine Dipping my feet in the cold stream of time And I know I'm a dreamer, I know I'm out of line With the people I see everywhere The couples pass by me, they're looking so good Their arms round each other, they head for the woods They don't care who Ernst Roehm was, no reason they should Just a shadow that hangs in the air But I thought I saw him cross over the hill With a whole ghostly army of men at his heel And struck in the moment it seemed to be real like before On the last day of June 1934 |
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13. |
| 4:19 | ||||
I was a post-war baby in a small Scots town
I was three years old when we moved down south Hard times written in my mother's looks With her widow's pension and her ration books Aneurin Bevan took the miners' cause The the House of Commons in his coal dust voice We were locked up safe and warm from the snow With "Life with the Lyons" on the radio And Churchill said to Louis Mountbatten "I just can't stand to see you today How could you have gone and given India away?" Mountbatten just frowned, said "What can I say? Some of these things slip through your hands And there's no good talking or making plans" But Churchill he just flapped his wings Said "I don't really care to discuss these things, but Oh, every time I look at you I feel so low I don't know what to do Well every day just seems to bring bad news Leaves me here with the Post World War Two Blues" 1959 was a very strange time A bad year for Labour and a good year for wine Uncle Ike was our American pal And nobody talked about the Suez Canal I can still remember the last time I cried The day that Buddy Holly died I never met him, so it may seem strange Don't some people just affect you that way And all in all it was good The even seemed to be in an optimistic mood While TW3 sat and laughed at it all Till some began to see the cracks in the walls And one day Macmillan was coming downstairs A voice in the dark caught him unawares It was Christine Keeler blowing him a kiss He said "I never believed it could happen like this But oh, every time I look at you I feel so low I don't know what to do Well every day just seems to bring bad news Leaves me here with the post World War Two Blues" I came up to London when I was nineteen With a corduroy jacket and a head full of dreams In coffee bars I spent my nights Reading Allen Ginsberg, talking civil rights The day Robert Kennedy got shot down The world was wearing a deeper frown And though I knew that we'd lost a friend I always believed we would win in the end 'Cause music was the scenery Jimi Hendrix played loud and free Sergeant Pepper was real to me Songs and poems were all you needed Which way did the sixties go? Now Ramona's in Desolation Row And where I'm going I hardly know It surely wasn't like this before but Oh, every time I look around I feel so low my head seems underground Well every day just seems to bring bad news Leaves me here with the Post World War Two Blues Oh, every time I look at you I feel so low I don't know what to do Well every day just seems to bring bad news Leaves me here with the post World War Two Blues |
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14. |
| 8:00 | ||||
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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15. |
| 3:22 | ||||
Cut glass porcupine sailing on the Serpentine
Fingers on the skyline pulling down the black blinds Terminal eyes at the edge of the night Rivulet of dark wine moving in a straight line Sumdging out the stop signs, running down the life lines Terminal eyes at the edge of the night Shadows on the ceiling, coffee cup congealing Tarot cards revealing, a solitary feeling Terminal eyes, but I think it's alright Silver studded jet plane screaming through the migraine Cutting through the cellophane, wrappers of your tired brain Terminal eyes - put out the light Terminal eyes Only the lonely Arabian skies Terminal eyes Calling you home from your restless disguise Hands of the windmill moving to a standstill Rain on the windowsill, ashes on the phone bill Terminal eyes at the edge of the night Rain drop fire flies sparkle on the shop blinds Echoes of the summertime flicker in the street-signs Terminal eyes at the edge of the night Shadows on the ceiling, coffee cup congealing Eyes that look unseeing, hands that look unfeeling Terminal eyes, I think it's alright Silver-studded sea plane breaking through the migraine Cutting through the cellophane, enveloping your tired brain Terminal eyes, put out the light Terminal eyes Only the lonely Arabian skies Terminal eyes Calling you home from your restless disguise Terminal eyes Only the lonely Arabian skies Terminal eyes Calling you home from your restless disguise |
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16. |
| 9:45 | ||||
In the east the wind is blowing the boats across the sea
And their sails will fill the morning and their cries ring out to me Oh, Oh Oh, the more it changes, the more it stays the same And the hand just re-arranges the players in the game Oh, I had a dream, it seemed I stood alone And the veil of all the years Goes sinking from my eyes like a stone A king shall fall and put to death by the English parliament shall be Fire and plague to London come in the year of six and twenties three An emperor of France shall rise who will be born near Italy His rule shall cost his empire dear, Napoloron his name shall be From Castile does Franco come and the Government driven out shall be An English king seeks divorce, and from his throne cast down is he One named Hister shall become a captain of Greater Germany No law does this man observe and bloody his rise and fall shall be Man, man, your time is sand, your ways are leaves upon the sea I am the eyes of Nostradamus, all your ways are known to me Man, man, your time is sand, your ways are leaves upon the sea I am the eyes of Nostradamus, all your ways are known to me In the new lands of America three brothers now shall come to power Two alone are born to rule but all must die before their hour Two great men yet brothers not make the north united stand Its power be seen to grow, and fear possess the eastern lands Three leagues from the gates of Rome a Pope named Pol is doomed to die A great wall that divides a city at this time is cast aside These are the signs I bring to you to show you when the time is nigh Man, man, your time is sand, your ways are leaves upon the sea I am the eyes of Nostradamus, all your ways are known to me |
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Disc 2 | ||||||
1. |
| 3:25 | ||||
2. |
| 4:24 | ||||
Sometimes it seems unimaginable
That you were ever any other way With your white rose face And your orphan clothes Embroidered jeans and silver chains You're a well known face in all the hang-out places It's where the lost souls congregate You sit all night, but you talk too fast I don't know what you're trying to say Oh Carol, I think it's time for running for cover, a-ha Believe me, you're everyone's and nobody's lover, a-ha You've got a one-way ticket for all your yesterdays I know your daddy said he'd talk to you But he never really found the time And your TV mother with her cocktail eyes could never really reach your mind So you fixed your star to a passing dream and took a cocaine holiday Now the years flow round you in a muddy stream And you need another place to stay Oh Carol, I think it's time for running for cover, a-ha Believe me, you're everyone's and nobody's lover, a-ha You've got a one-way ticket for all your yesterdays Reach down silvery ship from the stars I know you're there I know you'll understand me You can take me anywhere I know you must be there Well sometimes it seems impossible That the game could get that rough But the stage is set, the exit's barred And the make-up won't come off So you make your bow to the balcony You light another cigarette And the lights grow dim as the music starts And it's easy to forget Oh Carol, I think it's time for running for cover, a-ha Believe me, you're everyone's and nobody's lover, a-ha You've got a one-way ticket to all your yesterdays Reach down silvery ship from the stars I know you're there I know you'll understand me You can take me anywhere I know you must be there 백장미 같은 새하얀 얼굴에 쇠줄이 달린 요란한 청바지에 너저분한 옷을 입은 당신을 보면 전에는 그런 모습이 아니었다는 걸 때로는 상상조차 할 수가 없어 영혼을 잃은 사람들이 모이는 놀기 좋은 곳이라면 어딜 가나 당신을 볼 수 있지 당신은 밤새 앉아서 지껄여 대지만 모두지 무슨 말을 하는지 알 수가 없어 캐롤, 이제 그만 둘 때가 된 것 같아 정말이야, 당신은 만인의 연인이자 그 누구의 연인도 아냐 당신은 그 모든 과거로 돌아갈 편도 차표를 한 장 갖고 있지 아버지가 대화를 하겠다고 했지만 시간을 내지 못한 거 알고 있어 치켜 올라간 눈으로 TV만 보는 어머니는 당신 마음을 절대 이해 못했지 그래서 당신의 별을 스쳐 지나가는 꿈에 실어 약물에 빠져 지냈어 이제 그 세월들은 흙탕물이 되어 당신 주위를 흐르고 당신은 다른 곳을 찾아 봐야 할거야 캐롤, 이제 그만 둘 때가 된 것 같아 정말이야, 당신은 만인의 연인이자 그 누구의 연인도 아냐 당신은 그 모든 과거로 돌아갈 편도 차표를 한 장 갖고 있지 별들을 가르는 은빛 배를 향해봐 그 곳에 당신이 있다는 걸 알아 나를 이해해 주는 당신은 날 어디든 데려다 줄 수 있어 당신은 내 곁에 있어 줄거야 가끔은 어쩔 수 없이 힘든 상황이 닥치기도 하지 무대가 준비되고 출구는 막히고 꾸며낸 이야기도 아무 소용이 없거든 그래서 객석에 인사를 하고 또 담배에 불을 붙이지 그리고 음악이 시작되고 조명이 어두워지면 쉽사리 망각하고 말아 캐롤, 이제 그만 둘 때가 된 것 같아 정말이야, 당신은 만인의 연인이자 그 누구의 연인도 아냐 당신은 그 모든 과거로 돌아갈 편도 차표를 한 장 갖고 있지 별들을 가르는 은빛 배를 향해봐 그 곳에 당신이 있다는 걸 알아 나를 이해해 주는 당신은 날 어디든 데려다 줄 수 있어 당신은 내 곁에 있어 줄거야 |
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3. |
| 2:49 | ||||
I was drawn by the sirens of Titan
Carried along by their call Seeking for a way to enlighten Searching for the sense of it all Like a kiss on the wind I was thrown to the stars Captured and ordered in the army of Mars Marching to the sound of the drum in my head I followed the call Only to be Malachi Constant I thought I came to this earth Living in the heart of the moment With the riches I gained at my birth But here in the yellow and blue of my days I wander the endless Mercurian caves Watching for the signs the Harmonians make The words on the walls I was drawn by the sirens of Titan And so I came in the end Under the shadow of Saturn With statues and birds for my friends Finding a home at the end of my days Looking around I've only to say I was the victim of a series of accidents As are we all I was drawn by the sirens of Titan (as are we all) As are we all I was drawn by the sirens of Titan (as are we all) As are we all... |
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4. |
| 3:33 | ||||
First time I saw you, you were Mr. Natural
You seemed so diffident, you hardly spoke at all Now you come to me and you've got green streaks in your hair You walk like Greta Garbo, but you talk like Yogi Bear So tell me now What's going on? What's going on? I really don't believe what's going on; what's going on? Anyone in the farmouse could have given you the news You think you're in control but you're only being used I know your head is in the sky, you're easy to deceive But how you fell for this I really don't believe So tell me now What's going on? What's going on? I really don't believe what's going on; what's going on? All those rock 'n' roll star heroes you spend your time around You may think you're one of them but you're a hundred thousand down What are you going to do when the company calls its money in? How'll you feel stuck out in the rain without a friend? What's going on? What's going on? I really don't believe what's going on; what's going on? |
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| 4:35 | ||||
It's the kind of grey November day that washes away reflections
In the eyes of hotel porters And the latticed wooden benches by the sea contain no travellers Or Irish lady authors And the girl in the raincoat walks the lanes of Brighton With her collar turned against the wind And hovers in the doorways of second-hand bookshops Among the dust and fading print And you're not the one she's thinking of And you're not the one she really wants Just a point along the line she's leaving from She goes into a cafe, orders tea, looks at the menu But there's nothing really on it And the place is as deserted as a plaza in a heat-wave And the cloth has jam upon it But the girl in the raincoat doesn't stop to count the tea-leaves Or turn to see the mists around the sun For the winter's unfolding around her And it's time for moving on And you're not the one she's thinking of And you're not the one she really wants Just a station on the line she's leaving from And so you sit there in the middle of the carpet With her suitcases around you And it comes to you she journeyed to the center of your life But she never really found you Just another girl in a raincoat Who shared the passing of the days And you're glad of the warmth that she gave you And you hardly need to say That she's not the one you're thinking of No she's not the one you really want Just a point along the line you're leaving from |
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| 4:19 | ||||
He heard the clatter of her heels in the street
The clock said half-past three He lay there waiting in the dark to hear The scraping of the front-door key He wouldn't say to her "Don't want to know where you were" She wouldn't find him there Next time She missed the train, she felt the rain upon her face It seemed to clear her head She watched him drive into the night A broken tail-light, a speck of red She still felt his touch It didn't seem to mean that much She wouldn't go back there Next time When you were just a kid you loved To go to movies in the afternoon And so you left the factory And got a job in the projection-room Bette Davis plays Ran away with the passing days You'll be a movie-star Next time |
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| 5:19 | ||||
When we came to the station all the trains were rusty
The doors were open and the windows broken in There was grass in all the cracks and the air hung musty The travel posters were flapping in the wind So we moved through the dust and gloom Playing waiting games in the waiting-room Lay our sleeping-bags out on the floor And on Sunday morning easy rider comes to me with apple cider Leaves me here without a place to go If I followed the coast road, I'd be home by evening The harbour lights still cut across the bay From the slot machine arcade the lights go streaming To the bikes outside the rock 'n' roll cafe Ah but you know those small town blues Are really too much to lose There's nothing really there to go back for And on Sunday morning easy rider comes to me with apple cider Leaves me here without a place to go Any railway station would be just fine, fine, fine To settle down and wash the cobwebs from your head Oh, if your situation's running dry, dry, dry Find a waiting-room beneath the stars to make your bed' Cause you know London can make your brain stall The streets get cold and empty on a rainy night So you duck into the subway station, you can hear the trains call They want to take you to the Earl's Court Road, but it don't seem right Cause it's na, na, na noowah On the juke-box, singing in the burger bar See the people's faces in the passing cars don't want to know And on Sunday morning easy rider comes to me with apple cider Leaves me here without a place to go You have the most appealing surface I have seen Bring it over here, lay it down by me Don't mean to make you nervous, I just mean To make you see, this is the place to be When we came to the station all the trains were rusty The air was empty and the platforms overgrown There were old tin cans and cats and the doors were crusted With mud and leaves and names carved long ago And the rails go on for ever in a silver trail to the setting sun You can follow them anywhere you want to go And on Sunday morning easy rider comes to me with apple cider Leaves me here without a need to know |
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| 5:15 | ||||
Oh you slipped away from the harbour side
In the morning bright and clear And your sails were filled with the rising wind And you laughed for all to hear But you never glanced at the ragged dance Of your lovers on the quay Don't call on them when the winds rise high On the dark and the rolling sea Oh you set your course for the furthest shores And you never once looked back And the flag you flew was a pirate cross On a field of velvet black And those landsmen who you but lately knew Were left stranded on the lea Don't call on them when the storm clouds rise On the dark and the rolling sea Oh I have no need of a chart or creed You told your waiting crew For the winds of chance, they will bear us straight And you spoke as though you knew So you paid no mind to the warning signs As you gave your words so free Don't change your tack when the timbers crack On the dark and the rolling sea Now the thunder rails in the great mainsails And the stars desert the skies And the rigging strains as the hands of rain Reach down to wash your eyes And your oarsmen stands with his knife in hand And his eyes spell mutiny Don't call my name when your ship goes down On the dark and the rolling sea |
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9. |
| 8:28 | ||||
Hello old friend, what a strange coincidence to find you
It's been fifteen years since we last met, but I still recognised you So call the barman over here, and let us fill our glasses And drink a toast to olden times where all our memories lie Where all our memories lie Do you remember the time we were young? Lowly, lowly, low Outside the window the frosty moonlight hung On the midnight snow So we pulled our scarves around our faces in the night Huddled on the doorsteps where the fairylights shone bright Singing Christmas carols while our breath hung in the light It all comes back like yesterday It almost seems like yesterday Do you remember the changes as we grew? Slowly, slowly, slow Sneaking in the back way into movies after school For the evening show Chasing skinny blue jean girls across the building-site Checking out the dance floor while the band played "Hold Me Tight" See the blonde one over there: I bet she'd be alright It all comes back like yesterday It almost seems like yesterday While I talked he sat and he never made a sound Staring at the glass beside me Hey old friend, tell me what's on your mind? Silence grows on you like ivy Ivy Do you remember the church across the sands? Holy, holy, ho You stood outside and planned to travel the lands Where the pilgrims go So you packed your world up inside a canvas sack Set off down the highway with your rings and Kerouac Someone said they saw you in Nepal a long time back Tell me why you look away Don't you have a word to say? He said, "I don't remember ... I Don't want to remember In fact I've heard too much already I don't want to think, just leave me here to drink Wrapped up in the warmth of New York City Oh, oh, it seems you just don't know And you just don't understand me I've got no use for the tricks of modern times They tangle all my thoughts like ivy Ivy" So I left him, and I went out to the street Lowly, lowly, low Where the red light girls were coming after me Forty dollar show All across the city's heart the lights were coming on The hotel lift softly hummed a Cole Porter song If I went to look for him I knew he would be gone A picture-card of yesterday A photograph of yesterdayAnd far off in a deserted part of town The shadows like a silent army Flooded out the rooms in pools of blue and brown And stuck to all the walls like ivy Ivy Ivy |