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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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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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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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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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| 6. |
| 4:00 |
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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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| 7. |
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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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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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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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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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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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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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With your photographs of Kitty Hawk
And the biplanes on your wall You were always Amy Johnson From the time that you were small. No schoolroom kept you grounded While your thoughts could get away You were taking off in Tiger Moths Your wings against the brush-strokes of the day Are you there? On the tarmac with the winter in your hair By the empty hangar doors, you stop and stare Leave the oil-drums behind you, they won't care Oh, are you there? Oh, you wrapped me up in a leather coat And you took me for a ride We were drifting with the tail-wind When the runway came in sight The clouds came up to gather us And the cockpit turned to white When I looked, the sky was empty I suppose you never saw the landing-lights Are you there? In your jacket with the grease stain and the tear Caught up in the slipstream of the dare The compass rose will guide you anywhere, Oh, are you there? The sun comes up on Icarus as the night-birds sail away And lights the maps and diagrams That Leonardo made You can see Faith, Hope and Charity As they bank above the fields You can join the flying circus You can touch the morning air against your wheels Are you there? Do you have a thought for me that you can share? Oh I never thought you'd take me unawares Just call me if you ever need repairs Oh, are you there? |
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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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| 3:45 |
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Lucy worked a different club every day,
And though she put her mind to it, Her heart was never in it, She stayed around just long enough to get paid, She won't pass the time with you, she can't stay a minute, And all these changing faces never bothered her at all, They just existed like a back-drop or a pattern on the wall, Lucy looks like someone who is waiting for a call, She knows he'll come, but no-one else can hear at all, Lucy finds the dressing room and the bar, Hangs her clothes up, hopes tonight, The contract won't be broken, Well, they kick you round so much when you're not a star, Make you play all night just for a pittance or a token, But all these imperfections never bothered her at all, She says it sharpens your perception when your back's against the wall, There's something that enables her to rise above it all, To shrug it off, just when it seems to go too far, Hey, hey, hey, I think you almost, feel the pain comin' on inside, Hey, hey, hey, I think you almost, feel it now and you don't know why, You don't know why. The last time that I saw her she had given up the chase, Moved away to California, got a suntan on her face, She said that life was just another time another space, It's over now, she learned a lot, it's not a waste, Hey, hey, hey, I think you almost, feel the pain comin' on inside Hey, hey, hey, I think you almost, feel it now and you don't know why, Hey, hey, hey, I think you almost, feel yourself reaching out inside, Hey, hey, hey, I think you almost, feel it now and you don't know why. |
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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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And in the evening when the day goes down
She leaves the bright house lights Stands and watches with her coat pulled around As torches light the western skies Sometimes she thinks she knows him just too well Other times not much at all They live their lives in some familiar spell And catch each other when they fall Nothing lasts, well she knows, try to hang on When it's gone, you'll be burned Fashions and friends come and go Everyone travels that road in their turn She wants to go out where the day meets the night Far beyond these Midwest farms But she'll be with him till the day she finds A stranger lying in her arms |
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Before the phone hits the receiver
You're halfway to the door The voice said 'get out while you can, There's just ten minutes, nothing more' Time only for the essentials Better gather them and run The false name inside the passport, The gold bars and the gun And once again they've come out of the past And though your mind is cool your heart is beating fast You've been through it all before Each time you wish a little more that you could ask What do you want from me? What do you need from me? There's no rest for the running man Why can't you let him be?' It's a long and twisting journey From the sweeping northern plains To the outcrops of the jungle Bowed beneath the tropic rains In the customs hall the officer Takes you to one side And his eyes reveal no feeling As you hand over the bribe And once again you've bought a little time And once again you're fading out of sight Still the fox is growing older As he calls over his shoulder to the night: What do you want from me? What do you need from me? There's no rest for the running man Why can't you let him be? Here, come over here Beneath a sympathetic moon We'll sit and talk over old times without a fear Another beer, from the cafes of the night The tumbling rhythms of guitars ring loud and clear One by one they've nailed the others But you always got away What it is that keeps you just that step ahead No one can say In one last raid the agents Of the dawn break down the door Of a house where you were standing Maybe just an hour before And still the thread continues to unwind You take the hidden roads that only you can find And should they come upon your tracks There's just a question hanging back you left behind What do you want from me? What do you need from me? No rest for the running man Why can't you let him be? What do you want from me? What do you need from me? |
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And I think of you now
As a dream that I had long ago In a kingdom lost in time In a forest of evening The archer is bending a bow And I see you bring him bread and wine Down the legions of years The invaders have taken this land And bent you to their will And the memories fade of the ancients And all that they had Though the magic lingers round you still Oh, who would walk the stony roads of Merlin's time? And keep the watch along the borderline And who would hear the legends passed in song and rhyme? Upon the shepherd pipes of Merlin's time |
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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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I sent my crack divisions through the early morning mist
When they fell on your positions you were powerless to resist Encircling and probing for the weakness in your line By night you were surrounded; your territory mine I called for your surrender; this you swore you would not do So I stormed the very fortress, you thought could shelter you I held you then upon your knees and turned to give my thanks To the regiments assembled in their ranks Chorus: Where are they now? Where are they now? I raised you to your feet, with your hand inside my own We set off upon a journey, each together, each alone In the days that followed oh our lives did overlap I learned the contours of your body like the roads upon a map You sweetened every evening, I savoured every day Just when I was certain it would always be this way You slipped beyond the reach of my outstretched fingertips With all the kisses we'd placed upon your lips Chorus Oh close. You're close Someone, come shine a light Oh near. So near But just out of sight I went in search of alchemy to resurrect the dead Sent my spies to fathom out the secrets in your head They said they heard your laughter Spinning through the summer night In the company of strangers And your eyes were wild and bright Though I grew reclusive and my days became withdrawn I held the banner of our love, now tattered and forlorn And swore that it would one day fly above us once again To do this, I had my reasons then Chorus Close. You're close Once again, come shine a light Oh near. So near But just out of sight Perhaps there are some passions that are tempered by the years You reach accommodation, the intensity recedes Some of this occurred to me the time I saw you last Your face familiar in a way. Your voice out of the past Every gamut of emotion shared from tenderness to rage Fell away between us in the turning of that page It seemed like only yesterday we swore that we'd be true Two innocents believing that they knew CHORUS |
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| 3:37 |
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To catalina on a fishing boat
We call it henry cisneros We got no money but we stay afloat The jellyfishes don't scare us You're telling everybody life's a ball Too many pleasures to mention You do a cartwheel in the shopping mall You seem to get their attention In your red toupee In your red toupee You take your number to a broadway play It keeps her well out of danger You're blowing bubbles in the matinee You never looked any stranger In your red toupee In your red toupee People say that you're unusual You just tell them they're confused If only they were more like you They'd brighten up their day In your red toupee In your red toupee Promenades in furs and laces People put on airs and graces Bedroom eyes in boardroom faces Oh where will it lead To catalina on a fishing boat We call it henry cisneros We got no money but we stay afloat Those jellyfishes don't scare us In our red toupees Oh we got our red toupees In your mauve toupee Turquoise toupee In your green toupee Cerise toupee Why are you wearing that strange toupee |
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When the cock crows
And the wind blows And the primrose of dawn Is at your windows Moving through the deep You chase dreams across your sleep Scarecrows, waiting at your door In the last days of the century Leaning from your balcony You said this is how it's meant to be Can't you feel it in the air See that light come shining down All the way to chinatown See it come from miles around Reflecting everywhere You wore black clothes You quoted shakespeare You still make me shake When you get this near You look like a still from Cecil B. DeMille When I saw you waiting at my door In the last days of the century Leaning from your balcony You say changes come so rapidly You can feel them in the air Whoever you pretend to be You must face yourself eventually In the last days of the century Who knows who we were In the last days of the century Leaning from your balcony You said this is how it's meant to be Can't you feel it in the air See that light come shining down All the way to chinatown See it shine from miles around Reflecting everywhere |
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| 2:54 |
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His flying jacket still has her perfume
Memories of the night Play across his mind High above the fields of France A single biplane in a clear blue sky 1917, no enemy was seen High above the fields of France Oh she looks But there's nothing to see Still she looks Saying come back to me He tells her just remember me this way Fore here am I more true Than anything I do High above the fields of France Oh she looks Though he'll never come back And the letter that came Was bordered in black She'll find somebody else But not forget Leaving her regrets Like vapour trails of jets High above the fields of France |
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In the sapling years of the post war world
In an English market town I do believe we travelled in schoolboy blue The cap upon the crown Books on knee Our faces pressed against the dusty railway carriage panes As all our lives went rolling on the clicking wheels of trains The school years passed like eternity And at last were left behind And it seemed the city was calling me To see what I might find Almost grown, I stood before horizons made of dreams I think I stole a kiss or two while rolling on the clicking wheels of trains Trains All our lives were a whistle stop affair No ties or chains Throwing words like fireworks in the air Not much remains A photograph in your memory Through the coloured lens of time All our lives were just a smudge of smoke against the sky The silver rails spread far and wide Through the nineteenth century Some straight and true, some serpentine From the cities to the sea And out of sight Of those who rode in style there worked the military mind On through the night to plot and chart the twisting paths of trains On the day they buried Jean Juarez World War One broke free Like an angry river overflowing Its banks impatiently While mile on mile The soldiers filled the railway stations arteries and veins I see them now go laughing on the clicking wheels of trains Trains Rolling off to the front Across the narrow Russian gauge Weeks turn into months And the enthusiasm wanes Sacrifices in seas of mud, and still you don't know why All their lives are just a puff of smoke against the sky Then came surrender, then came the peace Then revolution out of the east Then came the crash, then came the tears Then came the thirties, the nightmare years Then came the same thing over again Mad as the moon That watches over the plain Oh, driven insane But oh what kind of trains are these That I never saw before Snatching up the refugees From the ghettoes of the war To stand confused With all their worldly goods, beneath the watching guard's disdain As young and old go rolling on the clicking wheels of trains And the driver only does this job With vodka in his coat And he turns around and he makes a sign With his hand across his throat For days on end Through sun and snow, the destination still remains the same For those who ride with death above the clicking wheels of trains Trains What became of the innocence They had in childhood games Painted red or blue When I was young they all had names Who'll remember the ones who only rode in them to die All their lives are just a smudge of smoke against the sky Now forty years have come and gone And I'm far away from there And I ride the Amtrak from NewYork City To Philadelphia And there's a man to bring you food and drink And sometimes passengers exchange A smile or two rolling on the humming wheels But I can't tell you if it's them Or if it's only me But I believe when they look outside They don't see what I see Over there Beyond the trees it seems that I can just make out the stained Fields of Poland calling out to all the passing trains Trains I suppose that there's nothing In this life remains the same Everything is governed By the losses and the gains Still sometimes I get caught up in the past I can't say why All our lives are just a smudge of smoke Or just a breath of wind against the sky |
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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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I'm here sitting in the wreck of Europe
With a map of Europe Spread out in a hall of Versailles And every single nationality and principality have come for a piece of the pie I'm sitting in the wreck of Europe With a map of Europe And the lines and the borders are gone We've got to do this jigsaw puzzle It's an awful muddle But somehow we've got to go on Lawrence of Arabia is waiting in the wings He's got some Arab sheikhs and kings And we're in debt to them somehow Lawrence of Arabia has got this perfect vision Gonna sell him down the river There's no time for him now I think I'm gonna take a piece of Russia And a Piece of Germany And give them to Poland again I'll put together Yugoslavia and Czechoslovakia And hope that is how they'll remain Then I'll take a bit of Turkey Then a lot of Turkey This is all quite a heady affair There's Persia and Iraq to pick up And there's Churchill's hiccup And we can't leave it up in the air Woodrow Wilson waves his fourteen points around And says "The time to act is now Won't get this opportunity again" Woodrow Wilson has his fourteen points But Clemenceau turns to Lloyd George And says "You know that God himself had only ten" Today I'm carried by a league of notions (It's a league of notions) By a league of notions I don't think I quite understand (I don't think I understand) I only know from this commotion (From this commotion) There's a chance that we could turn The world in the palm of our hands (We can turn the world in the palm of our hands) Voices in the corridors of power Candles burning hour by hour Still you know that to the victors go the spoils Such a great responsibility to make it fair And there must be some reparations now And don't forget the oil Today I'm carried by a league of notions (It's a league of notions) By a league of notions I don't think I quite understand (I don't think I understand) I only know from this commotion (From this commotion) There's a chance that we could turn The world in the palm of our hands (We can turn the world in the palm of our hands) Pax vobiscum Wo-Oh, Pax vobiscum |
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Party hat and satin dress
Silver paper curled in her long black hair Tapping one small elegant shoe in time Oh, the way she plays with them Smile at one, then dance with another Pretty soon they're forming up a line And she's laughing, laughing into 1939 Oh, laughing, laughing into 1939 Oh, the party draws them in It breathes and moves To a life its own In its arms it's gathering all time From the dark he watches her Moving in and out of the bobbing crowd If she even notices, she gives no sign And she's laughing, laughing into 1939 Oh, laughing, laughing into 1939 For tonight is New Year's Eve Uncork your spirits and welcome it in Who knows what it's got up its sleeve Can't wait for it all to begin Stand by the girl with the purple balloon The look in her eyes just lights up the room In the corner of her smile She'll be seeing you soon Under a mistletoe moon Out on to the balcony Come the King and Queen And the crowd go wild He's a little bit nervous But that's just fine And they're laughing, laughing into 1939 Oh, laughing, laughing into 1939 |
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