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The gilt-edged invitation came and I said : 'What can this mean ?' 'To attend the coronation as the first guest of the Queen' 'And sit upon her right hand where the Prince is normally seen ?' The maids of honour stared at me and registered surprise To see a man of such good taste appear before their eyes Now bring rather humble, I adopted a disguise As the Minister of State for Mass Environment Controls Who condemn the working classes for inhabiting the holes That belong to Queen and Country but do not permit their souls To be free like me To be free like me Oh to be free. The perspex chandelier began to melt and slip away One million candle-powered, it kept the night at bay While the power station workers were busy making hay The workers in the fields were engaged in self-defence Which involved the use of barbed wire as a self-containing fence But as a means of self-protection, it was needlessly immense I stopped to ask them for a light, they pointed at the sun Which raised their hopes of harvesting a better crop than guns Can ever mass produce at the expense of anyone Who is free like me Who is free like me Oh who is free. The solitary peasant in his home above the lake Raised high on wooden stilts, has made the singular mistake Of revolutionary conduct at the celebration wake His urban counterpart engaged in mundane occupation Enjoys the chance of laughing at the Queen's humiliation At the hands of Ministers of State for Rehabilitation Now the power station worker though his aim is too disjointed Finds himself around the corner while his gun is never pointed He is ever at the ready, he desires to be annointed And be free like me And be free like me And be free like me Oh and be free. |
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Listen to my story, I've got something I must say All about a new experience that came to me today Well I don't want your sudden changes, I don't need your New York zoo But I want some understanding 'cause I think I'm going to lose Yes I think I'm going to lose. Take me home, little sleepy, you don't have to take that train That leads you where you just don't want to go Take me home, little sleepy, you don't have to take that train This little rock and roller's going to show you what you are. Well it might have been in Texas and it could be New Orleans But it doesn't really matter 'cause it's only in my dreams In the places where I travel and the people that I meet All I know is what I'm fighting for, it's you I really need Yes, it's you I really need. Take me home, little sleepy, you don't have to take that train That leads you where you just don't want to go Take me home, little sleepy, you don't have to take that train This little rock and roller's going to show you what you are. In the middle of time, I'm going to be thinking about you Take a look at yourself, you know I just can't live without you. Ohhhh … Take me home, little sleepy, you don't have to take that train That leads you where you just don't want to go Take me home, little sleepy, you don't have to take that train This little rock and roller's going to show you what you are. Take me home, little sleepy, you don't have to take that train That leads you where you just don't want to go Take me home, little sleepy, you don't have to take that train This little rock and roller's going to show you what you are. |
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I sailed with Miss Columbus for a trip across the sea The horizon was behind me when I found that I was free I smashed the glass I drank from, drove it deep into my arm Tell me, how do you feel now you're back on the farm ? She put me on the periscope and told me she was lost She said she was expensive but I did not mind the cost I said her deep-sea diver did not mean her any harm Tell me, how do you feel now you're back on the farm ? I rang the bell of freedom, drank from the well of plenty The milk of human kindness was succour to my soul I took her to the mast head and showed her my conditions She promised me the cargo that she carried in her hold. The sails were set for sunrise when we found the wind had dropped I tried to make the time up but the clock had somehow stopped A fire broke out below the decks and I sounded the alarm Tell me, how do you feel now you're back on the farm ? Now you might think it strange of me to write to you this way For years I was a farmer, but I could not make it pay Yet here I am a sailor and I feel a sense of calm Tell me, how do you feel now you're back on the farm ? Tell me, how do you feel now you're back on the farm ? |
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The rose buds are hard and firm Erect and proud they stand on slender stems Wrapped in silk and tied with a velvet ribbon. 'Tie the ribbon in my hair' - she says 'Your gentle touch upon my brow' 'Can make me close my eyes in sleepy pleasure'. Low the candle burns And flickers shadows on the wall It's crimson lips are closing 'round the flame. As the flame dies So shall our live die ? The roses stoop lower as their petals fall So shall our love die ? 'What is it ?' - she says 'Nothing' - say I 'Nothing but the West wind, the wind of change'. |
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The willows stand on guard in the dark Where lovers are rowing alone in the park In awe of each other they make a mistake And find they must spend one more night on the lake. And I don't care if anyone knows There's no one so fair as my Tokyo rose I don't care if anyone knows There's no one so fair as my Tokyo Rosie, my Tokyo Rosie, ooh. The blossom has fallen before the West wind The butterfly lies with its silken wings pinned Alone in the temple the lovers rejoice And sing to each other with one single voice. And I don't care if anyone knows There's no one so fair as my Tokyo rose I don't care if anyone knows There's no one so fair as my Tokyo Rosie, my Tokyo Rosie. I wear my silk kimono black Get your monkey off my back No matter where the West wind blows You'll never find a fallen rose. The flowers of heaven are roses in bloom The East wind turns West in the walls of my room I build my defence in the palace of sin The lovers make home and the loser must win. And I don't care if anyone knows There's no one so fair as my Tokyo rose I don't care if anyone knows There's no one so fair as my Tokyo Rosie, my Tokyo Rosie, oh Rosie, Rosie. |
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Coombes
Politician's fighting hard to win Getting a good position so he won't have to lose again The battle's always on, working against disgrace He has to win you over, well it's always the case Ends up saving face. Delegations flying in Happiest relations, smiling faces, shaking hands The battle's always on, working against displacement They have to win them over if it's only a case Of saving space. No don't bother telling me, I can see it all for myself I was born with a mind of my own, I intend to keep it free. Still the seasons come and go Bad influences pile up like the dirty driven snow Turn off the news, I really don't want to know If there was anywhere left to go, well I think I'd want to go 'Cause I really don't like the show. No don't bother telling me, I can see it all for myself I was born with a mind of my own, I intend to keep it free. |
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Is it the painter or the picture hanging in the gallery ? Admired by countless thousands who attempt to read the secrets Of his vision of his very soul. Is it the painter or the picture hanging in the gallery ? Or is it but a still life of his own interpretation Of the way that God had made us in the image of His eye ? Is it the sculptor or the sculpture standing in the gallery ? Touched by fleeting strangers who desire to feel the strength of hands That realised a form of life. Is it the sculptor or the sculpture standing in the gallery ? Or is it but the tenderness with which his hands were guided To discard the unessentials and reveal the perfect truth ? Is it the actor or the drama playing to the gallery ? Heard in every corner of the theatre of cruelty That masks the humour in his speech. Is it the actor or the drama playing to the gallery ? Or is it but the character of any single member of the audience That forms the plot of each and every play ? Is it the singer or his likeness hanging in the gallery ? Tongue black, still and swollen, his eyes staring from their sockets He is silent now, will sing no more. Is it the singer or his likeness hanging in the gallery ? Or is it but his conscience, insecurity and loneliness When destiny becomes at last the cause of his demise ? |
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I am the depth of age of the mountain
Yet still you believe to know how to be free You are the life of the stars in the night sky As constant much brighter yet younger than me But I am the echo that calls you forever The conscience that shows you the way to belong And if you allow me I'll love you forever And make you the voice of the words of my song |
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