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Ground Control to Major Tom
Ground Control to Major Tom Take your protein pills and put your helmet on Ground Control to Major Tom Commencing countdown, engines on Check ignition and may God's love be with you Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Liftoff This is Ground Control to Major Tom You've really made the grade And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare This is Major Tom to Ground Control I'm stepping through the door And I'm floating in a most peculiar way And the stars look very different today For here Am I sitting in a tin can Far above the world Planet Earth is blue And there's nothing I can do Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles I'm feeling very still And I think my spaceship knows which way to go Tell me wife I love her very much... she knows Ground Control to Major Tom Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you.... Here am I floating round my tin can Far above the Moon Planet Earth is blue And there's nothing I can do. |
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| 2. |
| 2:10 |
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Did you ever have a dream or two
Where the hero is a guy named you And the things he does are just too much Does he fly like Mr. Superman, speak Chinese, French and Dutch? And did you ever have a dream or two? Have you ever woken up one day With the feeling that you'd been away? If the girl that you dreamed of last night Had the same dream, in the very same scene With the very same boy, hold tight It's a very special knowledge that you've got, my friend You can travel anywhere with anyone you care It's a very special knowledge that you've got, my friend You can walk around in New York while you sleep in Penge I will travel round the world one night On the magic wings of astral flight If you've got the secret, tell me do Have you ever had a dream or two? Have you ever had a dream or two? |
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| 3:15 |
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There is a happy land where only children live
They don't have the time to learn the ways Of you sir, Mr. Grownup There's a special place in the rhubarb fields underneath the leaves It's a secret place and adults aren't allowed there, Mr. Grownup Go away, sir Charlie Brown got's half a crown, he's gonna buy a kite Jimmy's ill with chicken pox, and Tommy's learned to ride his bike Tiny Tim sings prayers and hymns, he's so small we don't notice him He gets in the way but we always let him play with us Mother calls, but we don't hear There's lots more things to do It's only 5 o'clock, and we're not tired yet But we will be, very shortly Sissy Steven plays with girls, someone made him cry Tony climbed a tree and fell, trying hard to touch the sky Tommy lit a fire one day, nearly burned the field away Tommy's mum found out, but he put the blame on me and Ray There is a happy land where only children live You've had your chance and now the doors are closed sir, Mr. Grownup Go away, sir Boo, de boo, de boo, de boo dup |
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| 2:05 |
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Rubber Band
There's a rubber band that plays tunes out of tune In the library garden Sunday afternoon While a little chappie waves a golden wand Rubber Band In 1910 I was so handsome and so strong My moustache was stiffly waxed and one foot long And I loved a girl while you played teatime tunes Dear Rubber Band, you're playing my tune out of tune, oh Rubber Band Won't you play your haunting theme again to me? While I eat my scones and drink my cup of tea The sun is warm but it's a lonely afternoon Oh, play that theme Rubber Band How I wish that I could join your Rubber Band We could play in library parks throughout the land And one Sunday afternoon, I'd find my love Rubber Band In the '14-'18 war I went to sea Thought my Sunday love was waiting home for me And now she's married to the leader of the band, oh (spoken) Oh sob... I hope you break your baton |
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| 3:27 |
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Baby, baby, brush the dust of youth from off your shoulder,
Because the years of threading daisies lie behind you now. Don't return to fields of green where rainbow secrets were told. Place your ragged doll with all the toys and paints and beads. I will show you games where the winner never wins. Let your hair hang down. Wear the dress your mother wore. Let me sleep beside you. Lock away your childhood and throw away the key, For now the streets and city sounds will burn your eyes as coals. We shall drink the oldest wine, and velvet skies will linger. Child, you're a woman now, your heart and soul are free. I will hold a lighted lamp, and we shall walk together. Let your hair hang down. Wear the dress your mother wore. Let me sleep beside you. Your darkened eyes throw mystery, But your lips are void of history. You could not imagine that it could happen this way, could you? I will give you dreams, And I'll tell you things you'd like to hear. Let your hair hang down. Wear the dress your mother wore. Let me sleep beside you. Let me sleep beside you. |
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| 1:46 |
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This girl is made of lipstick
Powder and paint Sees the pictures of herself Every magazine on every shelf This girl is maid of Bond Street Hailing cabs, lunches with executives Gleaming teeth sip aperitifs This girl is a lonely girl Takes the train from Paddington to Oxford Circus Buys the Daily News But passengers don't smile at her, don't smile at her This girl is made of loneliness A broken heart For the boy that she once knew Doesn't want to know her any more And this girl is a lonely girl Every thing she wants is hers But she can't make it with the boy she really wants to be with All the time, to love, all the time This boy is made of envy Jealousy He doesn't have a limousine Really wants to be a star himself This girl, her world is made of flashlights and films Her cares are scraps on the cutting room floor And maids of Bond Street drive round in chauffered cars Maids of Bond Street picture clothes, eyes of stars Maids of Bond Street shouldn't have worldly cares Maids of Bond Street shouldn't have love affairs |
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| 3:02 |
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Here is the news:
According to the latest world population survey, Figures have reached danger point, my god! London: 15 million 75 thousand. New York: 80 million. Paris: 15 million and 30. China: 1000 million. Billington-Spa: lots! My studies include exophagy. I formed my own society, To crush the power of fecundity. The world will overpopulate, Unless you claim infertility. So who will buy a drink for me, your Messiah? We are not your friends. We don't give a damn for what you're saying. We're here to live our lives. I propose to give the pill Free of charge to those that feel That they are not infertible. The crops of few, the cattle gun. There's only one way to linger on. So who will buy a drink for me, your Messiah? We are not your friends. We don't give a damn for what you're saying. We're here to live our lives. Achtung, achtung! These are your orders: Anyone found guilty of consuming more than their allotted amount of air Will be slaughtered and cremated. Only one cubic foot of air is allowed... I've prepared a document legalising mass abortion. We will turn a blind eye to infanticide. We are not your friends. We don't give a damn for what you're saying. We're here to live our lives. You don't seem to hear me clear. Do I talk above your sphere? Let me explain my project, dear, Show you how I'll save the world, Or let it die within the year. Why do you look that way at me, your Messiah? We are not your friends. We don't give a damn for what you're saying. We're here to live our lives. We are hungry men. We don't give a damn for what you're saying. We're here to eat you. |
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| 3:25 |
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When I live my dream, I'll take you with me
Riding on a golden horse We'll live within my castle, with people there to serve you Happy at the sound of your voice Maybe I'll slay a dragon for you Or banish wicked giants from the land But you will find that nothing in my dream can hurt you We will only love each other as forever When I live my dream When I live my dream, I'll forgive the things you've told me And the empty man you left behind It's a broken heart that dreams It's a broken heart you left me Only love can live in my dream I'll wish, and the thunder clouds will vanish Wish, and the storm will fade away Wish again, and you will stand before me While the sky will paint an overture And trees will play the rhythm of my dream When I live my dream, please be there to meet me Let me be the one to understand When I live my dream, I'll forget the hurt you gave me Then we can live in our new land Till the day my dream cascades around me I'm content to let you pass me by Till that day, you'll run to many other men But let them know it's just for now Tell them that I've got a dream And tell them you're the starring role Tell them I'm a dreaming kind of guy And I'm gonna make my dream Tell them I will live my dream Tell them they can laugh at me But don't forget your date with me When I live my dream... |
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| 9. |
| 3:06 |
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Figertips sun at sideshow stalls, they throw the balls
At coconut furs that hide behind coloured shades that blind your eyes Every child's mother holds an ice cream cone, they circle round Perceived unknown by an eye that peers from a hole in a tent where no one goes A figure sitting cross-legged on the floor He's clogged and clothed in saffran robes, his beads are all he owns Slow down, slow down Someone must have said let's slow him down Slow down, slow down It's pictured on the arms of the karma man Fairy tale skin depicting scenes form human zoos Impermanent toys like peace and war, a gentle face youve seen before Karma man tattooed on your side, the wheel of life I see my times and who I've been, I only live now and I don't know why I struggle hard to take these pictures in, but All my friends can see is just the pinkness of his skin Slow down, slow down Someone must have said let's slow him down Slow down, slow down It's pictured on the arms of the karma man |
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| 3:03 |
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I was walking down the high street,
When I heard footsteps behind me. And there was a little old man (Hello!) In scarlet and gray, chuckling away Well he trotted back to my house And he sat beside the telly (Ahh!) With his tiny hands on his tummy Chuckling away, laughing all day "I ought to report you to the Gnome Office." "Gnome Office? Ahahahah!" Ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee I'm a laughing gnome and you can't catch me Ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee I'm a laughing gnome and you can't catch me, Said the laughing gnome Well I gave him roasted toadstools, And a glass of dandelion wine. (*burp* Pardon...) Then I put him on a train to Eastbourne. Carried his bag, and gave him a fag. "Have you got a light, boy?" "Here, where do you come from?" "Gnome-man's land, heehee!" "Oh, really?" In the morning, when I woke up, He was sitting on the edge of my bed, With his brother, whose name was Fred. He'd brought him along to sing me a song. "Alright, let's hear it... 'ere, what's that clicking noise?" "That's Fred, he's a metro-gnome, haha!" Ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee I'm a laughing gnome and you can't catch me Ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee I'm a laughing gnome and you can't catch me "Oh now, I'm a gnome, anyway, haha!" "Haven't you got a home to go to?" "No, we are gnome-ads, hehe!" "Didn't they teach you to get your hair cut at school? You look like a rolling gnome." "Nah, not at the London school of Eco-gnome-ics." Now they're staying up me chimney, And we're living on caviar and honey (Hurray!) Cause they're earning me lots of money Writing comedy prose for radio shows "It's the, errrr... it's the gnome-service, yes, of course!" Ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee I'm a laughing gnome and you can't catch me Ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee (Oh, dear me...) I'm a laughing gnome and you can't catch me (One more time!) Ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee I'm a laughing gnome and you can't catch me |
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| 2:38 |
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There's a little churchyard just along the way
Used to be Lambeth's finest array Of tombstones, epitaphs, wreaths, flowers, all that jazz Till the war came along, and someone dropped a bomb on the lot And in this little yard, there's a little old man With a little shovel in his little bitty hand He seems to spend all his days puffing fags and digging graves He hates the reverend vicar, and he lives all alone, in his home Ah-choo... excuse me... Please Mr. Gravedigger, don't feel ashamed As you dig little holes for the dead and the maimed Please Mr. Gravedigger, I couldn't care If you found a golden locket full of some girl's hair And you put it in your pocket God, it's pouring down... Her mother doesn't know about your sentimental joy She thinks it's down below with the rest of her toys And Ma wouldn't understand, so I won't tell So keep your golden locket all safely hid away in your pocket Yes, Mr. GD, you see me every day Stand... achoo... Standing in the same spot by a certain grave Mary-Ann was only 10, full of life and oh so gay And I was the wicked man who took her life away Very selfish, Oh God No, Mr. GD, you won't tell And just to make sure that you keep it to yourself I've started digging holes, my friend And this one here's for you "Lifted our girl, she apparently doesn't know of it Hello misses, thought she'd be a little girl Bloody obscene, catch pneumonia or something in this rain" |
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| 2:51 |
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The gospel according to Tony Day (x3)
If I find a girl he'll take her away Rotten Tony The gospel according to Brendan O'Lear (x3) If I buy him a scotch he'll buy me a beer Tight fist, friends The gospel according to Pat Hewitt (x3) If it's written on a sweater then I'd better not do it gotta gotta, your mind, blow it, blow it The gospel according to Marianne Brent (x3) she'll be mine if I pay the rent Good old Marianne, who needs friends, oh That's the fucking time, take a look at my life and you'll see Take a quick, butchers, rotten Mary down the oak Wouldn't give me two pence for him |
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| 3:01 |
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La la la la la la
La la la la la la la A winter's day, a bitter snowflake on my face My summer girl takes little backward steps away Jack Frost took her hand and left me Jack Frost ain't so cool Sell me a coat with buttons of silver Sell me a coat that's red or gold Sell me a coat with little patch pockets Sell me a coat 'cause I feel cold And when she smiles, the ice forgets to melt away Not like before, her smile was warming yesterday See the trees like silver candy, feel my icy hand Sell me a coat with buttons of silver Sell me a coat that's red or gold Sell me a coat with little patch pockets Sell me a coat 'cause I feel cold See my eyes, my window pane See my tears like gentle rain That's the memory of a summer day Sell me a coat with buttons of silver Sell me a coat that's red or gold Sell me a coat with little patch pockets Sell me a coat 'cause I feel cold Sell me a coat with buttons of silver Sell me a coat that's red or gold Sell me a coat with little patch pockets Sell me a coat 'cause I feel cold La la la la la la (repeat) |
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Let me introduce you to the gang
Johnny plays the sitar, he's an existentialist Once he had a name, now he plays our game You won't feel so good now that you've joined the gang Molly is the model in the ads Crazy clothes and acid full of soul and crazy hip Someone switched her on, then her beam went wrong Cause she can't switch off now that she's joined the gang Arthur is a singer with a band Arthur drinks two bottles just before he goes on stage Look at Arthur rave, all the kids are paid They want to see the croaking man who joined the gang You won't be alone, we've all got beery grins It's a big illusion but at least you're in At least you're in This club's called The Webb, it's this month's pick Next month we shall find a place where prices aren't so stiff 15 bob a coke, 'fraid that's past a joke This is how to spend now that you've joined the gang This is what to do now that you're here Sit round doing nothing all together very fast Psychedelic stars, throwing down cigars They're picking up the joints now that they've joined the gang |
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| 3:02 |
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Just look through your window, look who sits outside
Little me is waiting, standing through the night When you walk out through your door I'll wave my flag and shout Ohh, beautiful baby My burning desire started on Sunday Give me your heart and I'll love you till Tuesday Da da da dum (x4) Who's that hiding in the apple tree, clinging to a branch Don't be afraid it's only me, hoping for a little romance If you lie beneath my shade, I'll keep you nice and cool Ohh, beautiful baby I was very lonely till I met you on Sunday My passion's never-ending and I'll love you till Tuesday Da da da dum (x7) Let the wind blow through your hair, be nice to the big blue sea Don't be afraid of the man in the moon, because it's only me I shall always watch you until my love runs dry Ohh, beautiful baby My heart's aflame, I'll love you till Tuesday My head's in a whirl and I'll love you till Tuesday Love, love, love, love you till Tuesday Love, love, love, love you till Tuesday Da da da dum (x11) Well, I might stretch it till Wednesday |
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Bow Bells strike another night
Your eyes are heavy and your limbs all ache You've bought some coffee, butter and bread You can't make a thing cause the meter's dead You moved away Told your folks you're gonna stay away Bright lights, Soho, Wardour street You hope you make friends with the guys that you meet Somebody shows you round Now you've met the London boys Things seem good again, someone cares about you Oh, the first time that you tried a pill You feel a little queasy, decidedly ill You're gonna be sick, but you mustn't lose faith To let yourself down would be a big disgrace With the London boys, with the London boys You're only seventeen, but you think you've grown In the month you've been away from your parents' home You take the pills too much You don't give a damn about that jobs you've got So long as you're with the London boys A London boy, oh a London boy Your flashy clothes are your pride and joy A London boy, a London boy You think you've had a lot of fun But you ain't got nothing, you're on the run It's too late now, cause you're out there boy You've got it made with the rest of the toys Now you wish you'd never left your home You've got what you wanted but you're on your own With the London boys Now you've met the London boys Now you've met the London boys Now you've met the London boys |
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