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I am sailing, I am sailing,
Home again 'cross the sea. I am sailing stormy waters, To be near you to be free. I am flying, I am flying, Like a bird 'cross the sky. I am flying passing high clouds, To be with you to be free. Can you hear me, can you hear me, Thro' the dark night far away. I am dying forever trying, To be with you who can say. We are sailing, we are sailing, Home again 'cross the sea. We are sailing, stormy waters, To be near you to be free |
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Many a mile to freedom, many a smile to tell
Ask my bluebird to sing you, from the heart of a wishing well Call all my reindeer to graze here, call all my grain to grow Then together we flow like the river Then together we melt like the snow Many a thought unanswered, many a tale to tell Ask my bluebird to sing you, from the heart of a wishing well If you should ask me to give you the reason for life that we know Then together we flow like the river And together we melt like the snow Many a mile to freedom, many a smile to tell Ask my bluebird to sing you, from the heart of a wishing well If you should ask me to give you the reason for life that we know Then together we flow like the river Then together we melt like the snow A few more miles to go Miles to freedom |
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Miracles keep happening
The sun rose in the east today I sat up and sighed for the millionth time As the dawn was phasing a night away The blues can last for just so long And from the depth There will arise another song And I'll sit here in the sea and the sun Waiting for that other song to come That other song to come You don't have to be black to sing the blues From what I gather all you got to be is blue Self-indulgence is universal Adolescence was merely a rehearsal Look around you and you will see Everyone has a small franchise on misery On misery And I will sing you a song Just as soon as I get my voice When you're up, you're up And when you're down You really got no choice No rain this winter The manzanita reminded me We've been living in a drought And the ocean looks good to me Haven't been in love for a year or so Because I get fussy And hard to live with as I grow Ask the hungry manzanita You cannot cross a cypress and a cedar And a cedar My moods are changing like the sea There are a hundred things That I'd like to be Meanwhile I'll sit in the sun Waiting for that other song to come That other song to come And I will sing it to you Just as soon as I get my voice When you're up, you're really up And when you're down You really got no choice |
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It's a long time since I saw you last
So tell me how you've been Did you ever get to buy that yellow coat? Do the flowers in you window box Still smile when you walk in? Did you read the letters that I wrote? And I've been on the road since Christmas But it don't seem so long Outside of that there isn't much to say. I cut down on my drinkin' some And wrote another song I wish you wouldn't look at me that way Remember all the mornings We'd walk around the park The nights we babysat for Billy's kids And all the times we used to talk Of having one ourselves I don't remember why we never did Do the neighbors still complain a bit When the music gets too loud? Does your old cat still sleep up on the bed? And do you still walk around With your head up in the clouds? Have you heard a single thing I've said? It's a two day drive to New York Guess I'd better go Have you noticed the weather's gettin' cold? And it's a long time since I saw you last Tell me how you've been Did you ever get to buy that yellow coat? Did you ever get to buy that yellow coat? |
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Ripping along towards middle age
And my music career kind of missed a page Record sales began to drop The management all began to hop Not worry, they said, you'll see What you need is some fresh publicity Just give us a nod and we'll all leap Towards putting you back at the top of the heap I said, Fine, I'll give it a whack I hung up the phone and I turned my back Began daydreaming I was somebody else When the phone jumped over from the wall to the shelf We just had a break, this is really fine We can make the January issue of TIME If you'll give us Monday, a week from today From two to four, now what do you say? I said, TIME, TIME mag, mag You got me on the rag, rag Take your insults about the queen And shove them up your royal Timese machine But I scribbled it down on the wall calendar And wondered about my interviewer Maybe he'd be just a real nice guy Bright and sympathetic with a roving eye We'd forget all about the assignment due Formalities, photos, and the interview We'd hop on into his big rent-a-car Go for a lovely drive, not far....maybe France As the big day approached it slipped my mind Till my secretary showed up at the house to remind Me to switch into gear for the big coup de gras The meeting with the man from the media I swept the driveway and polished the phone Put on a Kenzo knit in two-tone Fluffed the pillows in the burgundy chair Made up my eyes and brushed my hair...all in that order When he called to say he was three hours late My cheerful facade began to disintegrate The photographer'd be even later still She was hopelessly lost in the nearby hills He arrived not exactly the man of my dreams Not bad for a rep from the Timese machine Asked me a wandering question or three And I thought he was actually listening to me And I said, TIME, TIME mag, mag You got me on the rag, rag Take your insults about the queen And shove them up your royal Timese machine Curious about his interest I babbled my way through the worldwide list Ireland, Chile and the African states Poetry, politics and how they relate Motherhood, music and Moog synthesizers Political prisoners and Commie sympathizers Hetero, homo and bisexuality Where they all stand in the nineteen-seventies Then suddenly it stopped and he started to lobby Said, Tell me some inside stuff about Bobby Bobby who? I smiled and said And the TIME man's face was laced with red I know you guys used to know each other I know you refer to him as being your brother And I know that you know where he's coming from I said, You know alot for being so Goddamned dumb And I said, TIME, TIME mag, mag You got me on the rag, rag Take your insults about the queen And shove them up your royal Timese machine Well I never gave him quite what he came for The inside story and it's really a shame For I never made the January issue of TIME And just before I run out of words that rhyme I really should tell you that deep in my heart I don't give a damn where I stand on the charts Not as long as the sun sinks into the west And that's going to be a pretty serious test.....of time |
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A HEARTFELT LINE OR TWO
(Words and Music by Joan Baez) Though the songwriters of the industry Write most of the songs I do And it's clear that no one will ever Sing them quite the way I do I think tonight I'll sit down and write A heartfelt line or two And if they turn out good enough I owe every word to you To the kid I thought was a little too young To know what sadness was Who took me out when I was down And set out to find the cause Of why the lady had the blues And seemed on the verge of tears I tell you that kid must have been around For a hundred and fifty years And to the tough guy blonde with the front tooth gone And ships all over his chest Who approached me out on the promenade Of the beach heading into the west His friends lay around on the muscleman lawn Like a drunken pirate band But he turned into a gentleman Called me a lady and kissed my hand Though the songwriters of the industry Write most of the songs I do And it's clear that no one will ever Sing them quite the way I do I think tonight I'll sit down and write A heartfelt line or two And if they turn out good enough I owe every word to you To the man and the woman who threw me a glance As they picnicked by the sea And returned their gaze to the kid and the food So as not to bother me They got up to leave and the woman looked on As the man leaned down to say "You've always meant so much to us Don't want to bother you and have a nice day" And to the band of gypsies I call friends Who speak so carefully To their friend with a life unlike their own In its strange complexities Who have the patience of the saints When I've been down for a spell I wish it were a whole lot easier To find the words to wish them well Though the songwriters of the industry Write most of the songs I do And it's clear that no one will ever Sing them quite the way I do I think tonight I'll sit down and write A heartfelt line or two And if they turn out good enough I owe every word to you |
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I've been romanced dined and danced
Crazy nights and wild times But my life has lost its mystery Love is blind and it cannot find me I'm blowing away Shadows take my love and leave I'm blowing away Shadows keep taking my love and leaving me And I have cast aside my foolish pride And I'm going down for the last time And I have searched this earth And I've sailed these seas Love is blind and it cannot find me I'm blowing away Shadows take my love and leave I'm blowing away Shadows keep taking my love and leaving me You keep taking my love and leaving me |
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Luba, it was only the finest wine
Means or no means Only the finest place to dine Paris in the sixties You had three sons Handsome husband by your side I flirted with everyone Your husband, aging but vain With the ladies was quite renowned Author of books made famous On his years in the French Underground But you, Luba, the Baroness It was really your blue blood No one could touch you with kid gloves And no one ever should And the hands of little Julian Will guide you well Et le pere du petit Sebastian Vous attend dans le ceil The youngest son Jerome Brighter than he could be Preferred the darkened corners And was even a little too young for me Tall and shy and crafty He was oh so scholarly then Got married later on Had a child by the name of Julian The eldest Jean Francoise What a mixture of sweetness and snobbery Milkfed by his mother On Russian aristocracy With wits like sabre through silk He was the wisest one Married and remarried Had a child by the name of Sebastian And the hands of little Julian Will guide you well Et le pere du petit Sebastian Vous attend dans le ceil Ah my sweet Christophe You were only seventeen First family dinners with the gypsies Finger chimes and tambourines With candlelit eyes of experience Oh how you laughed at me As I became rapidly foolish Under your gaze and on red burgundy In sixty-nine your father died I saw you in the years between Handsome, impetuous son of the rich Taking care of your mother, the queen And you are married now as well It was inevitable Three day wedding in the south of France To an angel named Annabelle Recently I was in France I called you on the phone Caught racing back through memories Luba was at home Her voice sounded quite the same As we touched on the amenities Suddenly it fell and shattered Like a thousand broken tiffanies In November Jean Francoise died We were all there by his side Sorry, darling, that I cried It's hard to keep these things inside Where are you staying and how's your son? No, we hardly told anyone How long are you here, are you with someone? Hold it, I'll put Christophe on the phone Ah my sweet Christophe Same damn voice Hell of a way to become the eldest son It's true you had no choice And you and Annabelle You must take care of her Yes, I'll be over later on And I'll bring my guitar While going through things afterward A letter she wrote and never sent A single phrase stood out to you These are the words and how it went... And the hands of little Julian Will guide you well Et le pere du petit Sebastian Nous attend dans le ceil |
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Now you say you're lonely
You cried the long night through Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river I cried a river over you Now you say you're sorry For being so untrue Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river I cried, cried, cried a river over you You drove me, nearly drove me, out of my head While you never shed a tear Remember, I remember, all that you said You told me love was too plebeian Told me you were through with me and Now you say, you say you love me Well, just to prove that you do Come on and cry me a river, cry me a river 'Cause I cried a river over you You drove me, nearly drove me, out of my head While you never shed a tear Remember, remember, all that you said Told me love was too plebeian Told me you were through with me and Now, now you say you love me Well, just to prove you do Come on and cry, cry, cry me a river, cry me a river 'Cause I cried a river over you If my pillow talk, imagine what it would have said Could it be a river of tears I cried in bed? So you can cry me a river Daddy, go ahead and cry that river 'Cause I cried, how I cried a river over you How I cried a river over you |
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