Roy Harper - Live At Les Cousins (1998) by Roy Harper (보컬) on maniadb.com

If you're travelin' in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.

Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm,
When the rivers freeze and summer ends,
Please see if she's wearing a coat so warm,
To keep her from the howlin' winds.

Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
If it rolls and flows all down her breast.
Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
That's the way I remember her best.

I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all.
Many times I've often prayed
In the darkness of my night,
In the brightness of my day.

So if you're travelin' in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.

The judge sits on his great assize
Twelve men wise with swollen thighs
Who never ever told no lies
Whose minds were ever such a size
Whose lives were ever such a prize
Whose brains bred answers just like flies
Whose answers stalked their thoughts like spies
Whose lead ball through the courtroom flies
To rip a hole clean between two eyes
That never ever wore disguise
And never ever saw blue skies
Who quickly lived now slowly dies
Who closed unopened otherwise
Well you can lead a horse to water
But you're never gonna make him drink
And you can lead a man to slaughter
But you're never gonna make him think
The critic rubs his tired arse
Scrapes his poor brains, strains and farts
And wields a pen that stops and starts
And thinks in terms of booze and tarts
And sits there playing with his parts
He says I'm much too crude and far too course
And he says this singer's just a farce
He's got no healing formulas
He's got no cure-all for our scars
He's got no bra-strap for our bras
And our sagging tits no longer hold a full house of hearts
And you know what? I don't think this little song's gonna make the charts
Well you can lead a horse to water
But you're never gonna make him drink
And you can lead a man to slaughter
But you're never gonna make him think

The rain falls like diamonds
Pinpricks the still waters
And spreadeagles its laughter
Across the green sheet of
The sleeping sea

She's the one
She's so gone
She's the one who throws the skins at you
And says lets all turn on

She's the one
She's so gone
She's the one who throws her pants at you
And says O.K. you're on

She's the one
She's so gone
She's the one who takes the stomach
Makes the tea and cleans the jon

She's the one
She's so gone
She's the one who hands the blankets round
And comforts everyone

She's the one
She's so gone
She's the one who buys the comics
Drops the kids and knows the com

She's the one
She's so gone
She's the one who you don't miss
Until you find she's really gone

You say that it's got you beat
And you dont know which way to turn
You say that she's oh so sweet
But there's nothing left for you to learn
You say that it's not your fault
You've seen through all the doors
Ah but how can any man talk like you
With a wonderful wife like yours

You say that its all washed up
And as bad as it could ever get
You say that you've filled your cup
And you light another cigarette
You say its O.K. for me
But I don't see her claws
Ah but how can any man talk like you
With a wonderful wife like yours

You tell me that I can't see you problem
But I don't have to live with you to know
That she's a very beautiful young woman
And your a fool if you can let her go

You sit down and heave sigh
And say that you'd welcome death
You step out into the sky
And mutter underneath your breath
You thump tables, spit and curse
But I can't see the cause
Ah but how can any man act like you
with a wonderful wife like yours

You say that you've packed your bag
It must be a heavy load
You light yet another fag
And say its a long hard road
You say the wind is blowing you
To other distant shores
Ah but how can any man talk like you
With a wonderful wife like yours

You tell me that I can't see you problem
But I don't have to live with you to know
That she's a very beautiful young woman
And your a fool if you can let her go

She's the one
She's so gone
She's the one who throws the skins at you
And says lets all turn on

She's the one
She's so gone
She's the one who throws her pants at you
And says O.K. you're on

She's the one
She's so gone
She's the one who takes the stomach
Makes the tea and cleans the jon

She's the one
She's so gone
She's the one who hands the blankets round
And comforts everyone

She's the one
She's so gone
She's the one who buys the comics
Drops the kids and knows the com

She's the one
She's so gone
She's the one who you don't miss
Until you find she's really gone

You say that it's got you beat
And you dont know which way to turn
You say that she's oh so sweet
But there's nothing left for you to learn
You say that it's not your fault
You've seen through all the doors
Ah but how can any man talk like you
With a wonderful wife like yours

You say that its all washed up
And as bad as it could ever get
You say that you've filled your cup
And you light another cigarette
You say its O.K. for me
But I don't see her claws
Ah but how can any man talk like you
With a wonderful wife like yours

You tell me that I can't see you problem
But I don't have to live with you to know
That she's a very beautiful young woman
And your a fool if you can let her go

You sit down and heave sigh
And say that you'd welcome death
You step out into the sky
And mutter underneath your breath
You thump tables, spit and curse
But I can't see the cause
Ah but how can any man act like you
with a wonderful wife like yours

You say that you've packed your bag
It must be a heavy load
You light yet another fag
And say its a long hard road
You say the wind is blowing you
To other distant shores
Ah but how can any man talk like you
With a wonderful wife like yours

You tell me that I can't see you problem
But I don't have to live with you to know
That she's a very beautiful young woman
And your a fool if you can let her go

Little goldfish in your bowl
I've dug you all day long
Yellow scales arising
Through the ceiling of my song

Little bee sat on your flower
A-swaying in the breeze
Funny little furry voice
A-buzzing through the leaves

Little bird sat upon your twig
Your sounds ring through my ears
Waking me each sunrise
To the morning's hopes and fears

Crazed blue-eyed starry-minded
fluffly little ball
Oh little baby on my knee
I love you most of all

The bumble bees stumble
The butterflies tumble
The birds on the water-line stare
The heavens have crowned her
The star grass grows round her
her dreams fill the very still air
Just east of the sun
where our loving was done
I can still see her breasts on the edge of the morning
I can still taste the salt in her hair

I've been walking all over the place, now I'm walking back again
I've been smiling all over my face, I wonder where the hell I've been ?
And won't you take me by the end, divided by my brain
I'm feeling all the Saturday of failing to explain.

And I've been walking up into the air following my aeroplane
One of these days we're gonna land somewhere, I do believe you're all insane
And I've brought home a piece of cloud and stick it in a jar
And stuffed it on the mantlepiece to tell me just how far.

And mum's just bought herself a leaning-post, it's made of words and pages
It says God gives us all our daily toast but dad still earns the wages
And I've just bought a jigsaw puzz, it's made of cotton wool
And when I've undone every piece, the truth will fill my skull.

And I've got a brother and he's one year old, he wears a zappy little nappy
He squeezes the content through the cot rails, what a very crappy little chappy
And lately I can even rest my toes on the horizon
I think my hands are just the job to rest my nothingness on.

Davey, oh Davey
With seashells on our ears
We spun a web of voices
We danced a day of years
Yesterday marooned us
Making for today
We spun along times tide line
As he washed us both away

Far across the ocean
In the land of look and see
There once was a time
For you and me

Where the winds blow sweetly
And the easy seas flow still
And where the barefoot dream of life
Can laugh and cry its fill

Where slot machine confusions
And the plastic universe
Are objects of amusement
In the fiction of their curse

And where the crazy whiteman
And his teargas happiness
Lies dead and long since buried
By his own fantastic mess

For I hate the whiteman
And his plastic excuse
For I hate the whiteman
And the man who turned him loose...

And the reins of coloured thunder
Of the stallion of the dawn
Ride the coalfire morning
On the beach where all is born

Where the emperor of meaning
Is burning up his forts
And sits to warm his toes around
A fire made up of useless thoughts

And when the children tempt him
With the riddles of their trance
He flings the flames of solstice
Casting laughs into their dance

And while a crazy whiteman
In the desert of his bones
Lies as bleached as the paradise
He likes to think he owns

And I hate the whiteman
In his evergreen excuse
Oh I hate the whiteman
And the man who turned him loose...

And far across the reaches
Of the drifting yellow sands
The living carpet wilderness
Forever joins its hands

With heaven hell's attainment
In a surging crest of fire
Where more than all is thrown upon
The ever lasting pyre

And through the countless canticles
Of Jason's charcoal fleece
Are sung the songs of nothing
In the timeless masterpiece

And there stood in the middle
Guess who?
It's the everlasting burst
Built by god's very own whiteman
As he tries to rule the dust

And I hate the whiteman
In his doctrinaire abuse
Oh I hate the whiteman
And the man who turned you all loose...

And the bowels of his city
Have been locked into a safe
Where the spew stains on the sidewalks
Are defenders of his faith

While back inside his kitchen
The bowler hatted, long haired saint
Cleans with soap and water
But it's really just white paint

While his golden headed scandal sheets
Present their daily bite
To give their righteous news-bleeders
Drugs to keep them white

While outside in the whitewash
Where the guns are always, always right
A shooting star has summoned
Its dark angel from his night


And I hate the whiteman
And his evergreen excuse
Oh I hate the whiteman
And the man who turned you all loose
And the man who turned him loose...

Your conscience rolls in torrents down each side of your face.
Your chair is full of silence, your hand is full of lace.
You say that you should have been by him when the bullets
laid his head.
Strange it's always the living who fear the idea of the dead.
Goodbye.
I'll take my leave of all of you as you sit and wonder why.

And you who stood around us and said that we were great.
Until your instant riches made us second rate.
Well you're the same old hangman who rationalizes hope.
Whose left hand pats my children and whose right hand holds a case full of rope.

He wears the sweeping landscape in the crystal of his eye.
And he jumps into the rain pools as the people pass him by.
He rubs the dusty ages across his tender brow.
He laughs and cries and sniffs and sighs. It's four long summers now.
Goodbye.
I made my peace with all of you as you sat and wondered why.

She walks the clover meadows in the dandelion days.
She throws her golden shadows across the silver haze.
She wanders with the swallows in the noonday passion plays.
She sits beneath the willow and she waits for me and twilight to come our ways.
Goodbye.
We made our peace with all the world as you sat and wondered why.

I thought you had passed, but you caught me at last,
Where you know I could never be worn.
And now that you're here, and you finally hear,
It's so clear on the wings of the dawn.
Where your smile starts to shine, as you breath in the brine
Of the spray on the very same day.
The same day we all go, when we're sure that we know,
What it is to be floating away.

And there's a lovenest, on Tom Tiddler's Ground
And there's a lovenest, on Tom Tiddler's Ground
And there's a lovenest, on Tom Tiddler's Ground
Long before Eden, was lost and found.

But you know you'll have to be kind, if you're ever gonna find,
The place that your face could have been shown.
Especially when you don't dare, to force anyone there,
To share in the ice being blown.

And there's a lovenest....

And you heard me say 'yes', but you know its a guess,
As somebody else shouted 'no'.
And you know freedom is free, of all the forces that be,
And the ice that you too thought you should throw.

And there's a lovenest....

I thought you had passed, but you caught me at last,
where you know I could nvere be worn.
And now that you're here, and you finally hear,
It's so clear on the wings of the dawn.
And you know freedom is free, of all the forces that be,
And the ice that you too thought should be thrown.

And there's a lovenest....