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| 3:46 | 
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And what will happen in the morning when the world it gets
so crowded that you can't look out the window in the morning. And what will happen in the evening in the forest with the weasel with the teeth that bite so sharp when you're not looking in the evening. And all the friends that you once knew are left behind they kept you safe and so secure amongst the books and all the records of your lifetime. What will happen In the morning When the world it gets so crowded that you can't look out the window in the morning. Hey, take a little while to grow your brother's hair And now, take a little while to make your sister fair. And now that the family Is part of a chain Take off your eyeshade Start over again. Now take a little while to find your way in here Now take a little while to make your story clear. Now that you're lifting Your feet from the ground Weigh up your anchor And never look round. Let's sing a song For Hazey Jane She's back again in my mind. If songs were lines In a conversation The situation would be fine. |
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| 3. |
| 4:46 |
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A city freeze
Get on your knees Pray for warmth and green paper. A city drought You're down and out See your trousers don't taper. Saddle up Kick your feet Ride the range of a London street Travel to a local plane Turn around and come back again. And at the chime of the city clock Put up your road block Hang on to your crown. For a stone in a tin can Is wealth to the city man Who leaves his armour down. Stay indoors Beneath the floors Talk with neighbours only. The games you play Make people say You're either weird or lonely. A city star Won't shine too far On account of the way you are And the beads Around your face Make you sure to fit back in place. And at the beat of the city drum See how your friends come in twos; Or threes or more. For the sound of a busy place Is fine for a pretty face Who knows what a face is for. The city clown Will soon fall down Without a face to hide in. And he will lose If he won't choose The one he may confide in. Sonny boy With smokes for sale Went to ground with a face so pale And never heard About the change Showed his hand and fell out of range. In the light of a city square Find out the face that's fair Keep it by your side. When the light of the city falls You fly to the city walls Take off with your bride. But at the chime of a city clock Put up your road block Hang on to your crown. For a stone in a tin can Is wealth to the city man Who leaves his armour down. |
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| 4:49 |
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I could have been a sailor, could have been a cook
A real live lover, could have been a book. I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock As simple as a kettle, steady as a rock. I could be Here and now I would be, I should be But how? I could have been One of these things first I could have been One of these things first. I could have been your pillar, could have been your door I could have stayed beside you, could have stayed for more. Could have been your statue, could have been your friend, A whole long lifetime could have been the end. I could be yours so true I would be, I should be through and through I could have been One of these things first I could have been One of these things first. I could have been a whistle, could have been a flute A real live giver, could have been a boot. I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock As simple as a kettle, steady as a rock. I could be even here I would be, I should be so near I could have been One of these things first I could have been One of these things first. |
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| 5. |
| 4:30 |
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Do you curse where you come from
Do you swear in the night Will it mean much to you If I treat you right Do you like what you're doing Would you do it some more Or will you stop once and wonder What you're doing it for Hey slow Jane, make sense Slow, slow, Jane, cross the fence. Do you feel like a remnant Of something that's past Do you find things are moving Just a little too fast Do you hope to find new ways Of quenching your thirst Do you hope to find new ways Of doing better than your worst Hey slow Jane, let me prove Slow, slow Jane, we're on the move. Do it for you Sure that you would do the same for me one day So try to be true Even if it's only in your hazey way. Can you tell if you're moving With no mirror to see If you're just riding a new man Looks a little like me Is it all so confusing Is it hard to believe When the winter is coming Can you sign up and leave Hey slow Jane, live your lie Slow, slow jane, fly on by. |
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| 6. |
| 3:21 |
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| 7. |
| 2:58 |
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Please give me a second grace
Please give me a second face I've fallen far down, the first time around now I just sit on the ground in your way Now if it's time to recompense for what's done come come sit down on the fence in the sun And the clouds will roll by and we'll never deny it's really too hard for to fly Please tell me your second name Please play me your second game I've fallen so far for the people you are I just need your star for a day So come come ride in my streetcar by the bay for now I must know how fine you are in your way And the sea sure as I but she won't need to cry for it's really too hard for to fly |
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| 6:07 |
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Never sing for my supper
I never help my neighbour Never do what is proper For my share of labour. I'm a poor boy And i'm a rover Count your coins and Throw them over my shoulder I may grow older Nobody knows How cold it grows And nobody sees How shaky my knees Nobody cares How steep my stairs And nobody smiles If i cross their stiles. Oh poor boy So sorry for himself Oh poor boy So worried for his health. You may say every day Where will he stay tonight. Never know what i came for Seems that i've forgotten Never ask what i came for Or how i was begotten. I'm a poor boy And i'm a ranger Things i say May seem stranger than sunday Changing to monday. Nobody knows How cold it flows And nobody feels The worn down heels Nobody's eyes Make the skies Nobody spreads Their aching heads. Oh poor boy So worried for his life Oh poor boy So keen to take a wife. He's a mess but he'll say yes If you just dress in white. Nobody knows How cold it blows And nobody sees How shaky my knees Nobody cares How steep my stairs And nobody smiles If you cross their stiles. Oh poor boy So sorry for himself Oh poor boy So worried for his health. You may say every day Where will he stay tonight. Oh poor boy So worried for his life Oh poor boy So keen to take a wife. Oh poor boy So sorry for himself Oh poor boy So worried for his health Oh poor boy. |
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| 3:44 |
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I never felt magic crazy as this
I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea I never held emotion in the palm of my hand Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree But now you're here Brighten my northern sky. I've been a long time that I'm waiting Been a long that I'm blown I've been a long time that I've wandered Through the people I have known Oh, if you would and you could Straighten my new mind's eye. Would you love me for my money Would you love me for my head Would you love me through the winter Would you love me 'til I'm dead Oh, if you would and you could Come blow your horn on high. I never felt magic crazy as this I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea I never held emotion in the palm of my hand Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree But now you're here Brighten my northern sky. |
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| 3:43 |
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