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| 2. |
| 3:19 | 
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Margaret
You're such a magical child I found that The first time you smiled And the more i get to know you The more I am amazed To find in someone Such tender loving ways And just like everybody sings When the sunshine makes them high I sing this gentle love song From a flower to a butterfly From a flower to a butterfly..... |
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| 2:58 |
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Oh my - I
really try but I just don't get any- -where. You might say it only seems that way. And I could find something everywhere. And maybe I agree with you. But I'd just like to say this too. Its All very fine, if you're really divine. And everybody wants you bad. You can take what you please with the greatest of ease. And nobody will let you be sa-a-ad. But Oh my, the days go by. I make no connection at all. I drink this wine in the bright sunshine. A- waiting for a star to fa-a-all. I must be like a million souls, who got nobody at all. To warm their hearts, and give them a start, spinning in the bright blue sky. On the wings of love that could take them above, to places where the penguins fly-y-y. But Oh my. Do I get high Lady, when I'm next to you. You're so crazy and wild, such a happy child. You make a lot of loving too-oo-oo (well I should say so) |
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| 4. |
| 4:36 |
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This is a song from the bottom of a well
There are things down here I've got to try and tell; It's dark and light at the very same time, The water sometimes seems like wine. I learned some information way down here That might fill your heart and soul with fear; But don't you worry, no don't be afraid ... I'm not in the magical mystery trade. My imagination begins to purr As things don't happen, they just occur. Softly crackling electrical smell, There's something burning at the bottom of this well. Sitting here alone I just have to laugh I see all the universe as a comfortable bath; I drown my body so my mind is free To indulge in pleasurable fantasies. There's something strange going on down here .. A sickening implosion of mistrust and fear. A vast corruption that's about to boil A mixture of greed and the smell of oil. This is a song from the bottom of a well I didn't move here, I just fell. But I'm not complaining, I don't even care 'Cause if I'm not here, then it's not there. |
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| 5. |
| 8:11 |
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I'm looking 'round madly
for something to find That might give me a front To put something, something behind. Just bouncing this ball Up and down the hall But it's full of best wishes and suffocating fishes, and all. So, let's drink some wine And have a good time. But if you really want to come through Let the good time, good time have you. It's what you've got to do. You said it was foolish for me to be sad; But I'm very hungry, and you.. You're very well fed, You're such a fat lady. And I'm talking to you just for something to do 'Cause I'd much rather kiss you But I know, I'm gonna miss you Again and again, I know I'm gonna miss you. So, let's drink some wine, etc. I sing to the island That sings in your head 'Cause I know you'd much rather be there Be there instead. I know you'd rather be there... But you won't find the answer Even when the wind blows; 'Cause the answer, my friend is in front.. Right there in front of your nose Everybody knows, it's their nose. So, let's drink some wine, etc. (repeat) |
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| 6. |
| 3:23 |
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I walked into this bar
And the man refused; He said, "we don't serve strangers In blue suede shoes; We don't give credit, and We don't give way We have to think about what the people might say.. Uh, you know what i mean..." I said, "sure, man" Oh, he gave me a smile that was sickly and wet, And i offered him one of my cigarettes. He took it, afraid that he might appear rude, Then proceeded to sell me some second class food. Nice guy - meet 'em everywhere.. . He said, "my oh my, i have suffered too long, And this cigarette seems to be very strong; I don't make the rules I just get what i take And i guess every rule was made to break. You can take what you like, it won't hurt me Cause i'm just working for the company." From the green cigarette, he took a long drag, And said, "i think i'll pick my travelling bag. I'm tired of cheating, and wasting my head And filling the boss's bags with bread. I want to get out in the sun and rain, And feel the wind on on skin again; The world is large, and i've got time yet. And, by the way, thanks for that cigarette.. Thank you very much." "you know, i feel like a new man Yes i do, i don't know why; I'd just like to say Thank you very much(indeed) It's a beautiful day I think i'll be on my way (right away) I'd just like to say Thank you very much. Yes, i'm getting the hell out of here Yes, i am - bye, bye. That's the end of the message Thank you very much. Bye bye... |
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| 7. |
| 4:01 |
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Champagne Cowboy Blues.
By Kevin Ayers. Champagne, Getting high again, Makes me think of you, Sunshine and this crazy wine, There is loving too, I don't care how or why. One thing that I think I've learned, Loving must be free, So much energy is burned in pointless jealousy, I just want to sing for you, Yes I do. Champagne, Getting high again, Makes me think of you, Sunshine and this crazy wine, There is loving too, somewhere, I don't care how or why. As long as I'm high, champagne, yeah. Good-bye old horse, Thank you for the use of your body, Hope you had a good time, You got a bit of use out of mine, Good-bye old horse. |
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| 2:03 |
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