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He came into the shop and looked me straight between the eyes
And said "You know I'm Jesus" and I must have looked surprised
Because he said "Please don't be hasty, no-one understands
But I've got a way to prove it" and he lifted up his hands
He was the man who called himself Jesus
For a minute I was speechless then I looked into his face
With sufficient lines of sadness for the total human race
And I said "You must be joking" but he slowly shook his head
And said "That's what they all say, I might as well be dead."
He was the man who called himself Jesus
He asked me if I knew a place where he could start to preach
And I said "Well try a church, or maybe Brighton Beach"
And I was trying to be serious but he didn't seem impressed
He said "You think I'm crazy, you're just like all the rest."
He was the man who called himself Jesus
I was really quite embarrassed he was looking so sincere
So I said "I close the shop soon, won't you come and have a beer?"
Then he asked me if I meant it and he gave a funny smile
And said he'd rather like that and he hung around a while
He was the man who called himself Jesus
On the way he stopped to pat little children's heads
And taught them one line prayers to say when they went off to their beds
But mostly they were frightened and they looked at him wide-eyed
And when he said his name was Jesus, one girl even cried
He was the man who called himself Jesus
In the pub I asked him if he'd tried to see the Pope
And he said although he'd thought about it there was really not a hope
Then he said he thought he'd better go he had some work to do
He said he'd come and see me in about a week or two
He was the man who called himself Jesus
Well after he had gone I thought of what he'd said
And all his funny actions kept on running through my head
And when I felt my mind was drowning in a sea of mud
It seemed his pint of beer had turned into a pint of blood
He was the man who called himself Jesus
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If in some capricious moment
I should give you cause to fear
Then you have but to remember
That my being is mere
Fortune
For the rules have been laid down
To guide the thoughts of those who stray
If in some deserted hour
We should murmur last goodbyes
With the snowflakes falling softly
As the tears well in your eyes
Then we kiss but once and walk away
Never turning round
And the snow falls on our footsteps
Leaving nothing to be found
And my life is yet determined
By the span of what it holds
And the span grows ever shorter
As my lifetime folds
Away.
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My ship sails in on a cloud of broken promises
It's just not true not a single word she says
Time will tell whether she can change her ways
It might take years, it might even take always
Tell me what you see in me
I'll tell you what I see in you
Your picture melts before my tired eyes
And all it leaves is just a trace of paradise
You'll change again that's what I've been told
But don't take long I might get too old
Tell me what you see in me
I'll tell you what I see in you
Take it easy but take it slow
For who knows which way next that wind will blow
Time goes by just as quickly as I want it to
And I'll make out like I never knew
Tell me what you see in me
I'll tell you what I see in you
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Pieces of 79 and 15
Drifting along a jumbly scene
Pieces of 79 and 15
Drifting along a jumbly scene
79 out of work people
Sitting on top of a barbarous pole
Strippers who like it and fancy a bit
And parties and songs in the night
15 more people but mostly the same
Girls down with love tell me what can you do?
Seeing your friends down a hole in the ground
With the ceiling and walls falling down.
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My ship sails in on a cloud of broken promises
It's just not true not a single word she says
Time will tell whether she can change her ways
It might take years, it might even take always
Tell me what you see in me
I'll tell you what I see in you
Your picture melts before my tired eyes
And all it leaves is just a trace of paradise
You'll change again that's what I've been told
But don't take long I might get too old
Tell me what you see in me
I'll tell you what I see in you
Take it easy but take it slow
For who knows which way next that wind will blow
Time goes by just as quickly as I want it to
And I'll make out like I never knew
Tell me what you see in me
I'll tell you what I see in you
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She leaned forward in the lamplight
In her eyes an amber glow
She was promising the earth
And yet somehow saying no
We talked of pleasant summer days
Kew Gardens, Hampton Court
The jewellers where we bought the ring that bound us close together
Oh, how she changed with ever passing day
In the swirling misty morning
As the day begins to break
In the heavy dew her footsteps
I am floundering in her wake
Oh, how she changed with every passing day
The shutters of indifference
Have closed to bar the view
A person I once knew
Oh, how she changed with every passing day
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The fragile gentle butterfly with multi-coloured wings
Settles on the toadstools in the midst of fairy rings
Midsummer sounds of tinkle bells as sweet Titania sings
Or am I dreaming?
Or am I dreaming?
And I will have a castle with a drawbridge and a moat
And light my open fires with a brand new five pound note
And go off on a winter cruise in a bright red sailing boat
Or am I dreaming?
Or am I dreaming?
Pick the golden casket and you'll get what you deserve
Yards of pure white chiffon falling in a graceful curve
Crystal-clear cut chandeliers, orchids in a bowl
Mulled wine by the fire and the finest ermine stole
The water melon moon makes gentle progress in the sky
Upside down it's floating as the satellites go by
And you can hold a conversation if you're not too high
Or am I dreaming?
Or am I dreaming?
The magic mountain music man
Is really rather shy
Or am I dreaming?
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Cousins
Wake up one day, you're left alone
From now on you're on your own
The sands of time are running low
You'll have nothing left to show
The months slip by and change to years
Soon the twilight gloom appears
And then one day before you know
You'll have nothing left to show.
Where is this dream of your youth ?
The pictures on the walls are shaking
They can hear the storm a-breaking
Storms may come and storms may go
You'll have nothing left to show
Buildings all around are trembling
They can hear the earth a-rumbling
Buildings come and buildings go
You'll have nothing left to show.
Where is this dream of your youth ?
Tomorrow brings another dawn
It might be better from now on
Before too long that day will go
You'll have nothing left to show
You'll have nothing left to show
You'll have nothing left to show
You'll have nothing left to show
You'll have nothing left to show.
Where is this dream of your youth ?
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Jimmy Wilson had a glass eye I could see it
And he stuttered sometimes
And he needed a girlfriend nighttimes
Didn't know how to go about it
Poor Jimmy Wilson
Poor Jimmy Wilson
All the boys used to tease him I know I did it
And he was my friend
At school we were always close together
Hardly a day I didn't see him
Poor Jimmy Wilson
Poor Jimmy Wilson
He used to go out for walks on his own
With no-one to talk to at all
He'd walk in the park 'til the evening grew dark
Feeling quite incredibly small
He was sitting in the park one Sunday evening
Around about five
When along came a lady, a total stranger
Wanted young Jimmy to go with her
Poor Jimmy Wilson
Poor Jimmy Wilson
Well she was so persuasive and seemed quite friendly
So he went along
And the lady who was lonely gave him tea
And she was his friend forever after
Poor Jimmy Wilson
Poor Jimmy Wilson
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In the early dawn the Bishop's men
Shivered in the damp
But the shiver came not from the cold
And spread throughout the camp
The trembling horses sensed the fear
Of silent thoughtful men
Who prayed that wives and families
Might see them once again
The Bishops sent a dawn patrol
To investigate the weight
Of forces at the King's command
Ensconced behind the gate
The ground mist hid the patrol's approach
As they drew close enough to show
The sentries on the battlements
And an archer drew his bow
From the topmost tower a sentry fell
As an arrow pierced his skull
And his headlong flight into the moat
Seemed that of a gull
The patrol reported little
There was nothing much to see
But the strong and silent castle
A symbol of the free
The King's men took communion
As the first rays of the sun
Lit up the chapel's gloomy walls
The fatal day begun
From the castle green the rooks took flight
To the high trees in the east
To their carrion minds the battlefield
Set a table for a feast
A tide of black, the Bishop's men
Equality their right
Swarmed like ants across the hill
Their aim at last in sight
The King's men dressed in purest white
Were driven back by force
And the fighting grew more violent
As the battle took its course
The Bishops gave the order
"No mercy to be shown
The sacrifice will reap rewards
When the King is overthrown"
The sight of children lying dead
Made hardened soldiers weep
The outer walls began to fall
They moved towards the keep
The rooks surveyed the battlefield
Their hungry beady eyes
Revelled in the sight of death
Showing no surprise
The pressure mounted steadily
As the Bishops neared the gate
And the desperate King called to his knights
"It's your lives or the state"
When the anxious King began to fail
As many thought he might
The Queen ran screaming round the walls
And urged the men to fight
The Bishops' men were tiring
As the afternoon grew late
And the King's men lowered the drawbridge
And poured out through the gate
They fought their way across the bridge
The men like falling leaves
Or ears of corn that fall in swathes
The vicious sickle cleaves
The tide receded up the hill
The waste of reclaimed land
Once decaying swamp became
A shore of pure white sand
A blinded priest was seen to bless
Both dying and the dead
As he stumbled through the battlefield
His cassock running red
If uniform were black or white
His eyes could never see
And death made no distinction
Whatever man he be
As darkness fell both camps withdrew
Their soldiers slain like cattle
Leaving the rooks to feast alone
The victors of the battle
At evensong the camps reviewed
Their sad depleted ranks
As survivors of the battle
Gave God their grateful thanks
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Jimmy Wilson had a glass eye I could see it
And he stuttered sometimes
And he needed a girlfriend nighttimes
Didn't know how to go about it
Poor Jimmy Wilson
Poor Jimmy Wilson
All the boys used to tease him I know I did it
And he was my friend
At school we were always close together
Hardly a day I didn't see him
Poor Jimmy Wilson
Poor Jimmy Wilson
He used to go out for walks on his own
With no-one to talk to at all
He'd walk in the park 'til the evening grew dark
Feeling quite incredibly small
He was sitting in the park one Sunday evening
Around about five
When along came a lady, a total stranger
Wanted young Jimmy to go with her
Poor Jimmy Wilson
Poor Jimmy Wilson
Well she was so persuasive and seemed quite friendly
So he went along
And the lady who was lonely gave him tea
And she was his friend forever after
Poor Jimmy Wilson
Poor Jimmy Wilson
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In the early dawn the Bishop's men
Shivered in the damp
But the shiver came not from the cold
And spread throughout the camp
The trembling horses sensed the fear
Of silent thoughtful men
Who prayed that wives and families
Might see them once again
The Bishops sent a dawn patrol
To investigate the weight
Of forces at the King's command
Ensconced behind the gate
The ground mist hid the patrol's approach
As they drew close enough to show
The sentries on the battlements
And an archer drew his bow
From the topmost tower a sentry fell
As an arrow pierced his skull
And his headlong flight into the moat
Seemed that of a gull
The patrol reported little
There was nothing much to see
But the strong and silent castle
A symbol of the free
The King's men took communion
As the first rays of the sun
Lit up the chapel's gloomy walls
The fatal day begun
From the castle green the rooks took flight
To the high trees in the east
To their carrion minds the battlefield
Set a table for a feast
A tide of black, the Bishop's men
Equality their right
Swarmed like ants across the hill
Their aim at last in sight
The King's men dressed in purest white
Were driven back by force
And the fighting grew more violent
As the battle took its course
The Bishops gave the order
"No mercy to be shown
The sacrifice will reap rewards
When the King is overthrown"
The sight of children lying dead
Made hardened soldiers weep
The outer walls began to fall
They moved towards the keep
The rooks surveyed the battlefield
Their hungry beady eyes
Revelled in the sight of death
Showing no surprise
The pressure mounted steadily
As the Bishops neared the gate
And the desperate King called to his knights
"It's your lives or the state"
When the anxious King began to fail
As many thought he might
The Queen ran screaming round the walls
And urged the men to fight
The Bishops' men were tiring
As the afternoon grew late
And the King's men lowered the drawbridge
And poured out through the gate
They fought their way across the bridge
The men like falling leaves
Or ears of corn that fall in swathes
The vicious sickle cleaves
The tide receded up the hill
The waste of reclaimed land
Once decaying swamp became
A shore of pure white sand
A blinded priest was seen to bless
Both dying and the dead
As he stumbled through the battlefield
His cassock running red
If uniform were black or white
His eyes could never see
And death made no distinction
Whatever man he be
As darkness fell both camps withdrew
Their soldiers slain like cattle
Leaving the rooks to feast alone
The victors of the battle
At evensong the camps reviewed
Their sad depleted ranks
As survivors of the battle
Gave God their grateful thanks
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