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We used to say
That come the day We'd all be making songs Or finding better words These ideas never lasted long The way is up Along the road The air is growing thin Too many friends who tried Were blown off this mountain with the wind Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge When my time is up I'm gonna see all my friends Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge If you really mean it, it all comes round again Yet now I see I'm all alone But that's the only way to be You'll have your chance again Then you can do the work for me Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge When my time is up I'm gonna see all my friends Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge If you really mean it, it all comes round again Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge When my time is up I'm gonna see all my friends Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge If you really mean it, it all comes round again |
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| 2. |
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How often she has gazed from castle windows o'er,
And watched the daylight passing within her captive wall, With no-one to heed her call. The evening hour is fading within the dwindling sun, And in a lonely moment those embers will be gone And the last of all the young birds flown. Her days of precious freedom, forfeited long before, To live such fruitless years behind a guarded door, But those days will last no more. Tomorrow at this hour she will be far away, Much farther than these islands, Or the lonely Fotheringay <font color=white size=2> 성밖을 멍하니 바라보며 지낸지 얼마던가... 갇혀있는 벽 뒤에서 하루가 지는 모습을 지켜보며... 하지만 그녀의 외침을 듣는이는 아무도 없었지... 해가 지면서 날도 새어가네... 그 외로운 순간에도 숯은 타들어간다네... 그리고 하늘을 날던 새들도 이제는 멀어져간다네... 그녀의 자유로웠던 시절은 이미 오래전에 반납되었지... 이제는 간수가 지키는 문 뒤에서 의미없는 나날들을 보내고 있다네... 하지만, 이제 그러한 날들도 얼마 남지 않았다네... 내일 이맘때쯤, 그녀는 멀리 떠나갈거라네... 이 섬보다 훨씬 떨어진 곳으로... 외로운 Fotheringay를 떠나간다네 |
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Please, Mr Lacey,
let me work your loving machine Please, Mr Lacey, let me work your loving machine Will you let me control the handles, you know it's the best thing I've ever seen Well, Mr Lacey, where'd you learn just what to do? Well, Mr Lacey, where'd you learn just what to do? Can you fix me up now with a teacher, I wanna become an inventor too Why, Mr Lacey, why d'you do the things you do? Why, Mr Lacey, why d'you do the things you do? It's true no one here understands now but maybe someday they'll catch up with you |
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If she knew what I've seen while I'm watching
Would she know where to smile, what to say? When she leaves from her book to be with me Where's her mind as she stands while I play? She left behind names in the pages And the time she took out, they stayed in Now she thinks that she maybe should tell them Of my book and the places she's been Now she's looking at me while I'm writing Does she know where to smile, what to say? When she leaves from her book to be with me What's she thinking about while I play |
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| 5. |
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A sailor's life, it is a merry life
He robs young girls of their heart's delight Leaving them behind to weep and mourn They never know when they will return Well, there's four and twenty all in a row My true love he makes the finest show He's proper, tall, genteel withal And if I don't have him, I'll have none at all Oh, father build for me a bonny boat That on the wide ocean I may float And every Queen's ship that we pass by There I'll inquire for my sailor boy They had not sailed long upon the deep When a Queen's ship they chanced to meet You sailors all, pray tell me true Does my sweet William sail among your crew? Oh no, fair maiden, he is not here For he's been drownded, we greatly fear On yon green island, as we passed it by There we lost sight of your sailing boy Well, she rung her hands and she tore her hair She was like a young girl in great despair And her little boat against a rock did run How can I live now? My sweet William is gone |
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| 6. |
| 2:23 |
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C'est pas que je te demande De faire que tu n'as jamais fait C'est seulement qui'il fait trop tard Et il fait trop noir pour trouver la porte Mais si tu dois partir, va-t'en Mais si tu dois partir, va-t'en Si non, tu dois rester la nuit C'est pas que je te demande De prendre part dans ce jeu C'est seulement je n'ai pas de montre Demande toujours le par contre Mais si tu dois partir, va-t'en Mais si tu dois partir, va-t'en Si non, tu dois rester la nuit Tu sais j'aurai t put mal Et aussi mauvaise intentions Si je t'empche des le faire Ce que vraiment tout esprs Mais si tu dois partir, va-t'en Mais si tu dois partir, va-t'en Si onn, tu dois rester la nuit La la la .... Mais si tu dois partir, va-t'en Mais si tu dois partir, va-t'en Si non, tu dois rester la nuit **This song is Bob Dylan's 'If You Gotta Go, Go Now'. Here's the original: Listen to me, baby, There's something you must see. I want to be with you, gal, If you want to be with me. But if you got to go, It's all right. But if you got to go, go now, Or else you gotta stay all night. It ain't that I'm questionin' you. To take part in any quiz. It's just that I ain't got no watch An' you keep askin' me what time it is. But if you got to go, It's all right. But if you got to go, go now, Or else you gotta stay all night. I am just a poor boy, baby, Lookin' to connect. But I certainly don't want you thinkin' That I ain't got any respect. But if you got to go, It's all right. But if you got to go, go now, Or else you gotta stay all night. You know I'd have nightmares And a guilty conscience, too, If I kept you from anything That you really wanted to do. But if you got to go, It's all right. But if you got to go, go now, Or else you gotta stay all night. It ain't that I'm wantin' Anything you never gave before. It's just that I'll be sleepin' soon, It'll be too dark for you to find the door. But if you got to go, It's all right. But if you got to go, go now, Or else you gotta stay all night. |
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| 5:13 |
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Across the evening sky,
all the birds are leaving But how can they know it's time for them to go Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming I have no thought of time For who knows where the time goes? Who knows where the time goes? Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving Ah, but then you know it's time for them to go But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving I do not count the time For who knows where the time goes? Who knows where the time goes? And I am not alone while my love is near me I know it will be so until it's time to go So come the storms of winter and then the birds in spring again I have no fear of time For who knows how my love grows? And who knows where the time goes |
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| 8:12 |
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A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year
Lord Donald's wife came into the church, the gospel for to hear And when the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about And there she saw little Matty Groves, walking in the crowd "Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight Come home with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till light" "Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight By the rings on your fingers I can tell you are my master's wife" "But if I am Lord Donald's wife, Lord Donald's not at home He is out in the far cornfields bringing the yearlings home" And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said He swore Lord Donald he would know before the sun would set And in his hurry to carry the news, he bent his breast and ran And when he came to the broad millstream, he took off his shoes and he swam Little Matty Groves, he lay down and took a little sleep When he awoke, Lord Donald was standing at his feet Saying "How do you like my feather bed and how do you like my sheets How do you like my lady who lies in your arms asleep?" "Oh, well I like your feather bed and well I like your sheets But better I like your lady gay who lies in my arms asleep" "Well, get up, get up," Lord Donald cried, "get up as quick as you can It'll never be said in fair England that I slew a naked man" "Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for my life For you have two long beaten swords and I not a pocket knife" "Well it's true I have two beaten swords and they cost me deep in the purse But you will have the better of them and I will have the worse And you will strike the very first blow and strike it like a man I will strike the very next blow and I'll kill you if I can" So Matty struck the very first blow and he hurt Lord Donald sore Lord Donald struck the very next blow and Matty struck no more And then Lord Donald took his wife and he sat her on his knee Saying "Who do you like the best of us, Matty Groves or me?" And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free "I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips than you or your finery" Lord Donald he jumped up and loudly he did bawl He struck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall "A grave, a grave," Lord Donald cried, "to put these lovers in But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin |
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When the stone is grown too cold to kneel
In crystal waters I'll be bound Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel Now be thankful for good things below Now be thankful to your maker For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know When the fire is grown too fierce to breathe In burning irons I'll be bound Fierce as fire weary to the sounds upon the wheel Now be thankful for good things below Now be thankful to your maker For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know When the stone is grown too cold to kneel In crystal waters I'll be bound Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel Now be thankful for good things below Now be thankful to your maker For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know |
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Walk awhile, walk awhile,
walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree One hand in your mouth and your finger in your eye Undertakers bow their heads as you go walking by Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Here comes another Sunday, ringing on the bell And here comes a wounded child, another tale to tell Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Bring along," the brewer said, bring the cuckoo tree Bring your lady mother along to keep us company Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Two miles down the road, Henry Tompkins wife Three miles down the road and he's running for his life Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree |
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Just a roll, just a roll Just a roll on your drum Just a roll, just a roll And the war has begun Now the right thing's the wrong thing No more excuses to come Just one step at a time And the war has begunShe's run away, she's run away And she ran so bitterly Now call to your colours, friend Don't you call to meDon't you cry, don't you cry Don't you cry upon the sea Don't you cry, don't you cry For your lady and me |
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On the fourteenth of May at the dawn of the day
With my gun on my shoulder to the woods I did stray In search of some game if the weather proved fair To see could I get a shot at the bonny black hare Oh, I met a young girl there with her face as a rose And her skin was as fair as the lily that blows I says "My fair maiden, why mumble you so? Can you tell me where the bonny black hare do go?" Oh, the answer she gave me, her answer was "No But it's under me apron they say it do go And if you'll not deceive me I vow and declare We'll both go together to hunt the bonny black hare" Well, I laid this girl down with her face to the sky And I took out my ramrod and my bullets likewise I says "Lock your legs round me and dig in with your heels For the closer we get, oh, the better it feels" The birds they were singing in the bushes and trees And the song that they sang was "Oh, she's easy to please" I felt her heart quiver and I knew what I'd done Says I "Have you had enough of my old sporting gun?" Oh, the answer she gave me, her answer was "Nay It's not often young sportsmen like you come this way And if your powder is willing and your bullets play fair Why don't you keep firing at the bonny black hare?" "Oh, my powder is wasted and my bullets all gone My ramrod is limp and I cannot fire on But I'll be back in the morning and if you are still here We'll both go together to hunt the bonny black hare |
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John the Wood went out one day
To view the scene from a different angle He stood and watched a child at play A-tinkling on an old triangle Dave the Drum who was passing by Bought the toy with a coin he'd picked up You should have seen the gleam in his eye As he saw a tune he's gleaned up shined up La la la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la Out in the rain if you want a cup of tea Dodge the puddles in the yard The lord of the land's coming round to complain It's hard The peacock flew to a very high tree He didn't like grass or concrete fairies Put me where the action is I'd rather be with the next-door hairies Simon spied the bathroom door In his hand's a herb shampoo Waiting for the waters raw So little time, so much to do La la la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la Stand in a line, take a book along There's time for a game of cards Now it's your turn and the water's all gone It's cold The next to appear was the . . . He needs a rest or at least he says so You probably think that he's flipped his lid 'Cos he wears high heels and a snow-white trousseau Five foot three yet he stands so tall And on the ground his feet are never Friends may come and friends may go But the fiddle bill goes on for ever La la la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la The music room would make you grin It's cold as a freezing pit There's a hole in the wall where a lorry came in Let's split I quite like a breast of chicken And I'm crazy about aspic and roast quails But the sight to make my pulse rate quicken Is a dozen nice fat snails On the other hand, there's Pegg on the bass Whose tastes in food are very much wider You'll see a smile light up his face At a couple of kippers and a glass of cider La la la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la Stand on a chair if you want to watch the box The fleas can jump a mile Peer through the haze watching Top Of The Pops And smile |
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Breakfast In Mayfair
Fairport Convention The world has surely lost it's head The news is full of crimes. There's robberies in The Telegraph, And there's murders in The Times. And always more obituaries, And even one of these, Concerns the brutal slaughter Of an Old Miss Emma Keys. The police have got their man, they're sure, He never left the scene. Indeed he led the hue and cry, A most unusual thing. An arsonist, a murderer, his soul will soon be frying. He's young, but old enough to kill, But not too young for dying. Now it seams the populus will queue, To see him stand in court. To hear him speak his wicked lies, While smiling at his thoughts. This arrogant young roughian is obviously guilty. Though no where does it say exactly, How or why he killed her. Forget it dear it's not the first, There's bound to be another. The way you carry on You'll have us thinking she's your mother. This man called "Me" has had his day, And soon he'll be forgotten, So put that paper down before your breakfast goes quite rotten. |
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