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I'm just mad about saffron
A-saffron's mad about me I'm-a just mad about saffron She's just mad about me They call me mellow yellow (Quite rightly) They call me mellow yellow (Quite rightly) They call me mellow yellow I'm just mad about fourteen Fourteen's mad about me I'm-a just mad about a-fourteen A-she's just mad about me They call me mellow yellow They call me mellow yellow (Quite rightly) They call me mellow yellow Born-a high forever to fly A-wind-a velocity nil Born-a high forever to fly If you want, your cup I will fill They call me mellow yellow (Quite rightly) They call me mellow yellow (Quite rightly) They call me mellow yellow So mellow yellow Electrical banana Is gonna be a sudden craze Electrical banana Is bound to be the very next phase They call it mellow yellow (Quite rightly) They call me mellow yellow (Quite rightly) They call me mellow yellow Yes, saffron, yeah I'm just-a mad about her I'm-a just-a mad about-a saffron She's just mad about me They call it mellow yellow (Quite rightly) They call me mellow yellow (Quite rightly) They call me mellow yellow Oh, so yellow Oh, so mellow |
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From the album mellow yellow
The days of wine and roses are distant days for me. I dream of the last and the next affair and of girls I'll never see. And here I sit, the retired writer in the sun, The retired writer in the sun and I'm blue, The retired writer in the sun. Tonight I trod in the starlight, I excused myself with a grin. I ponder the moon in a silver spoon and the little one 'live within. And here I sit, the retired writer in the sun, The retired writer in the sun. The magazine girl poses on my glossy paper aeroplane Too many years I spent in the City playing with Mr. Loss and Gain. And here I sit, the retired writer in the sun, The retired writer in the sun and I'm blue, The retired writer in the sun. I bathe in the sun of the morning, lemon circles swim in the tea Fishing for time with a wishing line and throwing it back in the sea. And here I sit, the retired writer in the sun, The retired writer in the sun and I'm blue, The retired writer in the sun. |
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From the album mellow yellow
The sun was going down behind a tattooed tree And the simple act of an oar's stroke put diamonds in the sea And all because of the phosphorus there in quantity As I dug you diggin' me in Mexico. There in the valley of Scorpio, beneath the cross of jade Smoking on the seashell pipe the gypsies had made We sat and we dreamed a while of smugglers bringing wine In that crystal thought time in Mexico. Sitting in a chair of bamboo, sipping grenadine, Straining my eyes for a surfacing submarine. Kingdoms of ants walk across my feet, I'm a-shakin' in my seat in Mexico. Grasshoppers creaking in the velvet jungle night, Microscopic circles in the fluid of my sight, Watching a black-eyed native girl cut and trim the lamp, Valentino vamp in Mexico. The sun was going down behind a tattooed tree And the simple act of an oar's stroke put diamonds in the sea And all because of the phosphorus there in quantity I dug you diggin' me in Mexico. |
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From the album love is only feeling
She came with her blue jeans on Wanting to star in a song. Get you with your ins and outs of it, You're coming on strong, so strong I'll tell you what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna make love to you. She lifted my spirits high, I noticed the dream in her eye. Softly I entered her garden Parting her veil with a sigh. I'll tell you what I'm gonna do, I'm going to give my love to you. I tidied up my last affair, I lost so much I don't care Felt like a fool in a foolery, But I'm well on my way to repair. I know you ain't no hanger on, Baby, you can star in a song. I took a look inside her head, I saw a Victorian bed. I took her to the fair green country, I'm so weary of the life I've led I'll tell you what we're gonna do, We're gonna live and love so true. |
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From the album mellow yellow
Girl ain't nothing but a willow tree Swaying in a summer breeze, You'll never change what has to be. Girl ain't nothing but a willow tree. Sometimes I don't know what I said till I did, I want to be the father of your kid. Dragonfly he sleeps till dawn, I knew I'd be here when love has gone. Crystal ball is what I wish for you, Get it straight, I love the both of you. Someone's goin' through a cold turkey. Girl ain't nothing but a willow tree. I give your baby a contact high I love another is what I sigh -ha- Looks like rain, I do declare, Your baby wants to take my chocolate eclair. I couldn't cry, I could not laugh, Incident about a silken scarf. I know what a jealous trip can be. Girl ain't nothing but a willow tree. Girl ain't nothing but a willow tree Swaying in a summer breeze, You'll never change what has to be, Girl ain't nothing but a willow tree. Weep for me, willow tree, Weep for me, willow tree. |
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A Saturday night
It feels like a Sunday in some ways If you had any sense You'd maybe go ‘way for a few days Be that as it may You can't only say you were lonely You are but a young girl Working your way thru the phoneys Cafe on, milk gone Such a sad light unfading Yourself you touch But not too much You hear it's degrading The flowers on your stockings Wilting away in the midnight The book you are reading Is one man's opinion of moonlight Your skin is so white You'd like maybe to go to bed soon Just closing your eyes If you're to rise up before noon High heels, car wheels All the losers are groovin' Your dream, strange scene Images are movin' Your friends they are all making A pop star or two every evening And you know that scene backwards, They can't see the patterns they're weaving Your friends they're all models But you soon got over that one You sit in your one room A little brought down in London Cafe on, milk gone Such a sad light unfading Yourself you touch But not too much You've heard it's degrading A Saturday night It feels like a Sunday in some ways If you had any sense You'd maybe go ‘way for a few days Be that as it may You can't only say you were lonely You are but a young girl And you're working your way thru the phoneys |
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I drink sweet wine for breakfast, I slept about an hour or so
Smiled a little in the silence deciding on where to go. "Meet me under the whale in the Natural History Museum," I think that's what she said, a little bit sad about having to leave them. Yawning in the sun, like a child I run. But don't do it if you don't want to, I wouldn't do a thing like that. No, don't it if you don't want to, I wouldn't do a thing like that. How little do you speak of beauty, isn't it a shame, what ho Maybe you should go get a power ring, you'd make all your troubles go. There she stood in drag, just-a lookin' cool in astrakhan. She's lookin' just a little wiped out, she said I looked like Peter Pan. Yawning in the sun, oh baby, like a child I run. But don't do it if you don't want to, I wouldn't do a thing like that. Oh no, no, don't do it if you don't want to, I wouldn't do a thing like that. Don't do it. |
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From the album mellow yellow
Standing by the Everyman, digging the rigging on my sail Rain fell to sounds of harpsichords, to the spell of fairy tale. The heath was hung in magic mists, enchanted dripping glades, I'll taste a taste until my mind drifts from this scene and fades In the night time. Crystals sparkle in the grass, I polish them with thought On my lash there in my eye a star of light is caught. Fortunes told in grains of sand, here I am is all I know Candy stuck in children's hair, everywhere I go In the night time, In the night time. Gypsy is the clown of love, I paint his face a smile Anyone we ever make we always make in style. Yeah! Yeah, strange young girls with radar screenings, yeah, And hands as quick as hate I won't just now, later on maybe and even then I'll wait In the night time, In the night time. Standing by the Everyman, digging the rigging on my sail Rain fell to sounds of harpsichords, to the spell of fairy tale. The heath was hung in magic mists, enchanted dripping glades, I'll taste a taste until my mind drifts from this scene and fades In the night time. In the night time. |
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From the album mellow yellow
Come take a walk in sunny South Kensington Any day of the week. See the girl with the silk Chinese blouse on, You know she ain't no freak. Come loon soon down Cromwell Road, man, You got to spread your wings. A-flip out, skip out, trip-out, and a-make your stand, folks, To dig me as I sing. Jean-Paul Belmondo and-a Mary Quant got Stoned to say the least Ginsberg, he ended up-a dry and so He a-took a trip out East. If I'm a-late waitin' down the gate, it's such a 'raz' scene, A groovy place to live. In the Portobella I met a fella with a cane umbrella, Who must've used a sieve. So come loon soon down Cromwell Road, man, You got to spread your wings. A-flip out, skip out, trip-out and a-make your stand, folks, To dig me as I sing. Hmm, hmm, hmm. Come take a walk in sunny South Kensington Any day of the week. Come see the girl with the silk Chinese blouse on, You know she ain't no freak. If I'm a-late waitin' down the gate, it's such a 'raz' scene, A groovy place to live. In the Portobella I met a fella with a cane umbrella, Who must've used a sieve. Jean-Paul Belmondo and-a Mary Quant got Stoned to say the least Ginsberg, he ended up-a dry and so He a-took a trip out East. Hmm, hmm, hmm. Come loon soon down Cromwell Road, man, You got, you got to spread your wings, yeah. See the girl with the silk Chinese blouse on, yeah, You know she ain't no freak, hmm, hmm. |
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Color in sky, prussian blue
Scarlet fleece changes hue Crimson ball sinks from view Wear your love like heaven (Wear your love like) Wear your love like heaven (Wear your love like) Wear your love like heaven (Wear your love) Lord, kiss me once more Fill me with song Allah, kiss me once more That I may, that I may Wear my love like heaven (Wear my love like) Wear my love like heaven (Wear my love) La-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la Color sky, havana lake Color sky, rose carmethene Alizarin crimson Wear your love like heaven (Wear your love like) Wear your love like heaven (Wear your love like) Wear your love like heaven (Wear your love) Lord, kiss me once more Fill me with song Allah, kiss me once more That I may, that I may Wear my love like heaven (Wear my love like) Wear my love like heaven (Wear my love) La-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la Cannot believe what I see All I have wished for will be All our race proud and free Wear your love like heaven (Wear your love like) Wear your love like heaven (Wear your love like) Wear your love like heaven (Wear your love) Lord, kiss me once more Fill me with song Allah, kiss me once more That I may, that I may Wear my love like heaven (Wear my love like) Wear my love like heaven (Wear my love) Carmine Carmine |
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Mad John came down from Birmingham very hastily
and from Borstal he had ran he made it down to Torquay good boy Mad John Mad John holed up in an allotment shed by a railroad siding in came the man for the watering can he didn't see John hiding good boy Mad John chorus: mad mad Mad John, etc. Mad John met Jill in a transport cafe by the juke box loud and over double eggs chips and beans they made a solemn vow and Jill paid the bill |
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Come run jump skip a long sam
a very happy man I am to know you are well and you're doing fine kind-of puts at rest my mind How's your brush and your lady fair not to mention your stained glass stair flower pot on window sill on top of honeycomb hill Have you found the secret door to let you down to the earth's deep core you'll be back in time fot tea with a diamond to show me Come run jump skip a long sam a very happy man I am to know you are well and you're doing fine kind-of puts at rest my mind How's your brush and your lady fair not to mention your stained glass stair flower pot on window sill on top of honeycomb hill |
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Sun, the earth is turning
it's turning round and love is the access but they chop the tree down all the proud trees are standing as green as the sky as green as the greenstone that makes seabirds fly ovens area baking and the rivers run dry as dry as the ocean on wings of a fly go if you're able and come if you can life's very unstable it's built upon sand marianne set the table an old friend I see marianne fetch the papers there's two for tea |
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There was a time I thought of mine only
Could it be occurred to me while lonely I was noble personage Born to beautify the page If I used time to set it down There was a time I thought of mine only Could it be occured to me while lonely I was of high lineage Cast up in a dreadful age Born to be the hermit of my line On a windy Saturday St. Alban's market day Little did I know the work I was to do Or the love I had to show |
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With your coat of many colours
and the flowers in your hair you may while away the pleasant hours to think upon all that is fair think about it you'll agree many miracles you'll see miracles you'll seee ee you'll see ee ee, see ee ee, ee With the baby in your belly and the poems on your tongue you may chance to see me on your telly giving love to the newborn one to look upon and to touch oh gosh life is really too much life is really too much you'll seee ee ee, seee ee ee, ee |
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Little Boy In Corduroy
Donovan a little boy in corduroy a little girl in lace a little coy jump for joy colour in a space little boy in corduroy after me say save a sunny wish for a rainy day how many wishes can you wish in a day wish i had a wish to wish a wish away take a seed thread a bead make a pretty thing in a deed plant a seed make a daisy ring little boy in corduroy after me say how many wishes can you wish in a day i wish i had a wish to wish a wish away little boy in corduroy |
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under the greenwood tree
who loves to lie with me and tune his merry note unto the sweet bird's throat come hither come hither come hither here shall he see no enemy but winter and rough weather Who doth ambition shun and love to live in the sun seeking the food he eats and pleased with what he gets come hither come hither come hither here shall he see no enemy but winter and rough weather and if it do come to pass that any man turn ass leaving his wealth and ease a stubborn will to please ducdame ducdame ducdame there shall he see gross fools as he an if he will come to me |
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Oh, happy I am
Call on the new day People and flowers Are one in the same They're all in a chain At the beginning of a new world Someone's singing and I think it's me Someone's living and oh gosh it's me And so you see... Love is only feeling Feeling for you Love is only feeling Feeling for me (x2) Into your life There will come friends Maybe a wife Who to you sends Love with no game Part of a chain At the beginning of a new child Someone's singing and I think it's me Someone's living and I think it's me So you see... Love is only feeling Feeling for you Love is only feeling Feeling for you (x2) Oh, happy I am Roll on the new day Happy I am People and flowers Are one and the same They're all in a chain At the beginning of a new world Someone's painting and I think it's me Someone's living and oh gosh it's me And so you see... Love is only feeling Feeling for you Love is only feeling Feeling for me (x3) |
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