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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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