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The fishing boats go out across the evening water
Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border The wind whips up the waves so loud The ghost moon sails among the clouds Turns the rifles into silver on the border On my wall the colours of the maps are running From Africa the winds they talk of changes coming The torches flare up in the night The hand that sets the farms alight Has spread the word to those who're waiting on the border In the village where I grew up Nothing seems the same Still you never see the change from day to day And no-one notices the customs slip away Late last night the rain was knocking at my window I moved across the darkened room and in the lampglow I thought I saw down in the street The spirit of the century Telling us that we're all standing on the border In the islands where I grew up Nothing seems the same It's just the patterns that remain An empty shell But there's a strangeness in the air you feel too well The fishing boats go out across the evening water Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border The wind whips up the waves so loud The ghost moon sails among the clouds Turns the rifles into silver on the border On the border On the border On the border |
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I was making my way through the wasteland
The road into town passes through I was changing the radio stations With my mind on you Oh your friends call you "Lily Paloma" But that's not the way that you are It's too much of a gentle misnomer For a shooting star But you and me baby I saw you there Straight away I knew There's really no hiding I'll tell you right now What we're gonna do We'll go collecting the days Putting the moments away You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio I remember the first time I saw you Alone in the dark with a drink With a candle flame burning before you And your thoughts closed in You were staring out into the distance Not seeming to hear what I said Why did you put up such resistance Like all the lights are red 'Cause you and me baby I saw you there Straight away I knew There's really no hiding I'll tell you right now What we're gonna do We'll go collecting the days Putting the moments away You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio I don't know what it was that was painful But sometimes it's there in your face There are times when you just look disdainful Of the human race Ah, but then on the wings of emotion We circle each other in flight Till together we roll like the ocean In its bed at night 'Cause you and me baby I saw you there Straight away I knew There's really no hiding I'll tell you right now What we're gonna do We'll go collecting the days Putting the moments away You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio |
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Year Of The Cat - Al Stewart
On a morning from a Bogart movie In a country where they turn back time You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre Contemplating a crime She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running Like a watercolour in the rain Don't bother asking for explanations She'll just tell you that she came In the year of the cat. She doesn't give you time for questions As she locks up your arm in hers And you follow 'till your sense of which direction Completely disappears By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls There's a hidden door she leads you to These days, she says, I feel my life Just like a river running through The year of the cat She looks at you so cooly And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea She comes in incense and patchouli So you take her, to find what's waiting inside The year of the cat. Well morning comes and you're still with her And the bus and the tourists are gone And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket So you have to stay on But the drum-beat strains of the night remain In the rhythm of the new-born day You know sometime you're bound to leave her BUt for now you're going to stay In the year of the cat. |
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It was late in December, the sky turned to snow
All round the day was going down slow Night like a river beginning to flow I felt the beat of my mind go Drifting into time passages Years go falling in the fading light Time passages Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight Well I'm not the kind to live in the past The years run too short and the days too fast The things you lean on are the things that don't last Well it's just now and then my line gets cast into these Time passages There's something back here that you left behind Oh time passages Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight Hear the echoes and feel yourself starting to turn Don't know why you should feel That there's something to learn It's just a game that you play Well the picture is changing Now you're part of a crowd They're laughing at something And the music's loud A girl comes towards you You once used to know You reach out your hand But you're all alone, in these Time passages I know you're in there, you're just out of sight Time passages Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight |
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You say with best intention, lets throw away convention
Set sail across the water, to find the tides of fortune I say please understand it, dont' let our love be stranded upon the midnight rocks, upon the midnight rocks You say theres no endeavour, we couldn't try together no storm we couldn't weather, we'll ride the wind forever I hear the words you've spoken, don't let our love be broken Upon the midnight rocks, oh yeah, upon the midnight rocks. Ahhh...you know you know its easy Ahhh...to let it go believe me Ahhh...you know you know you feel it Ahhh...don't lose it when you need it I know that fascination, with living each sensation in your imagination, theres is no hesitation I know your mind is turning, don't let our love lie burning upon the midnight rocks, oh yeah, upon the midnight rocks. I know that fascination, with living each sensation in your imagination, there is no hesitation I say please understand it, don't let our love be stranded Upon the midnight rocks. |
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And I think of you now
As a dream that I had long ago In a kingdom lost in time In a forest of evening The archer is bending a bow And I see you bring him bread and wine Down the legions of years The invaders have taken this land And bent you to their will And the memories fade of the ancients And all that they had Though the magic lingers round you still Oh, who would walk the stony roads of Merlin's time? And keep the watch along the borderline And who would hear the legends passed in song and rhyme? Upon the shepherd pipes of Merlin's time |
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You told the man in the Broadway Hotel
Nothing was stranger than being yourself And he replied, with a tear in his eye Love was a rollaway Just a cajole away Mist on a summer's day Nothing was clear Love was a smile away Just a defile away I sought it every way No-one came near You asked the man for a room with a view Nothing was said as he stared at his shoe Then he replied as he gave you the key Love was a rollaway Just an unfold away That's all there is to say No-one came near Alone in your room you hide As the night rolls by In the street outside And you feel over the words he said Till they turn to rain all around your head You're seeking a hideaway Where the light of day Doesn't touch your face And a door-sign keeps the world away Behind the shades Of your silent day. You made your home in the Broadway Hotel Room service came at the push of a bell And the man said as he put down the tray Love was a stealaway Just a reveal away I tried to find a way Nothing was clear Then as he turned away You asked the man to stay He was there all the day No-one came near |
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It seems to me as though I've been upon this stage before
And juggled away the night for the same old crowd These harlequins you see with me, they too have held the floor As here once again they strut and they fret their hour I see those half-familiar faces in the second row Ghost-like with the footlights in their eyes But where or when we met like this last time I just don't know It's like a chord that rings and never dies For infinity And now these figures in the wings with all their restless tunes Are waiting around for someone to call their names They walk the backstage corridors and prowl the dressing-rooms And vanish to specks of light in the picture-frames But did they move upon the stage a thousand years ago In some play in Paris or Madrid? And was I there among them then, in some travelling show And is it all still locked inside my head For infinity And some of you are harmonies to all the notes I play Although we may not meet still you know me well While others talk in secret keys and transpose all I say And nothing I do or try can get through the spell So one more time we'll dim the lights and ring the curtain up And play again like all the times before But far behind the music you can almost hear the sounds Of laughter like the waves upon the shores Of infinity |
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Indian summer, the shops are shuttered and the crowds are gone
The souvenir sellers are moving on Like summer lovers Indian summer The earth is cracked beneath the midday sun You've dragged your shadow round these streets too long There is no cover Come stay, we'll live gazebo lives And let the world outside pass us by Right here in our Arabian Nights Until the Northern Lights cross the sky There is no other Indian summer, the storm that drove you here is far behind What keeps you waiting on this beach tonight It's long been over Come stay, we'll live gazebo lives And let the world outside pass us by Right here in our Arabian Nights Until the Northern Lights cross the sky There is no other Come stay Right here |
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Shots split the night, a bullet lodged in his brain
He must have died instantly, he felt no pain A crowd quickly gathered to the feast of the gun Waiting for the ambulance and cops to come Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm Sirens wail in the concrete Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm Electric Los Angeles sunset, the sunset, the sunset, oh-o-oh Headlight lit the faces by the tabernacle door Gazing at the bloodstains on the damp sidewalk As the crowd turned to go, a man was heard to say "He must have had it comin' to him anyway" Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm Blood wagon rolls through the dragnet Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm Electric Los Angeles sunset, the sunset, the sunset, oh-o-oh Cadillacs roll through the smoggy perfume The buildings are choking on oxygen fumes Evangelists praying in rented rooms, in the afternoon Which way do the signposts read African eyes in the sunrise The gates of the city are rusted over and mouldering The violence of the evening decays into the night While shadows press like moths against the neon light Movie queues diffuse into the Cinerama haze While libertines read pornozines in street cafes Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm The madman swings in the pulpit Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm Electric Los Angeles sunset, the sunset, the sunset, oh-o-oh |
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Before the phone hits the receiver
You're halfway to the door The voice said 'get out while you can, There's just ten minutes, nothing more' Time only for the essentials Better gather them and run The false name inside the passport, The gold bars and the gun And once again they've come out of the past And though your mind is cool your heart is beating fast You've been through it all before Each time you wish a little more that you could ask What do you want from me? What do you need from me? There's no rest for the running man Why can't you let him be?' It's a long and twisting journey From the sweeping northern plains To the outcrops of the jungle Bowed beneath the tropic rains In the customs hall the officer Takes you to one side And his eyes reveal no feeling As you hand over the bribe And once again you've bought a little time And once again you're fading out of sight Still the fox is growing older As he calls over his shoulder to the night: What do you want from me? What do you need from me? There's no rest for the running man Why can't you let him be? Here, come over here Beneath a sympathetic moon We'll sit and talk over old times without a fear Another beer, from the cafes of the night The tumbling rhythms of guitars ring loud and clear One by one they've nailed the others But you always got away What it is that keeps you just that step ahead No one can say In one last raid the agents Of the dawn break down the door Of a house where you were standing Maybe just an hour before And still the thread continues to unwind You take the hidden roads that only you can find And should they come upon your tracks There's just a question hanging back you left behind What do you want from me? What do you need from me? No rest for the running man Why can't you let him be? What do you want from me? What do you need from me? |
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When all the help in the world won't get you by
When all the friends that you lean on let you down, You'll wonder why I see you there with your painting box And your oils and brushes and your artist's smocks What'll you do if the Muse gets lost When I'm gone? You painted me in the way you said you knew I don't believe that I saw myself In anything you drew I say you never quite caught it right You say you see me in a different light What'll you do with your black and white When I'm gone You paint by numbers I never noticed it before You paint by numbers It's just a closing of an open door When you're looking round You won't see me no more You paint by numbers Staying here in this room just makes me pale I never really could fit into your geometric scale I see you measure my profile up And you mix your paints in a broken cup What'll you do if the brush gets stuck When I'm gone You paint by numbers I never noticed it before You paint by numbers It's just a closing of an open door When you're looking round You won't see me no more You paint by numbers |
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take my troubles on a Friday night
To the heart of the bistro Among the shadows and the low low lights I can find a release-o My favorite waitress will be here tonight I love the way she wears those fish-net tights She's so hard to resist-o in this Mondo Sinistro She picks a menu up and throws it my way With a flick of her wrist-o I'm sitting hoping that the night might take A romantic twist-o I order chicken and a chilled chablis She brings me grapefruit and a cup of tea She's a little Mephisto In this Mondo Sinistro I say I really love her dark brown eyes And the way that they tease-o I tell her everytime she passes by I grow weak in the knees-o I ask her would she like to come and play She blows my candle out and walks away I just cease to exist-o In this Mondo Sinistro |
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Meet me at the station underneath the clock
Carry an umbrella, no need to talk The man in the homburg, hiding in the fog Will be watching Get yourself a ticket, go through the gate At seven forty-five precisely, don't be late If anybody follows don't hesitate Keep on walking And take the night train to Munich Rumbling down the track After half an hour in the restaurant car Look for the conductor And there will be a stain on his tunic A paper underneath his arm Then you'd better pray that he doesn't look away Or you'll never, never, never come back. When you get the paper take a look inside On page twenty-seven there's a photo of a bride Underneath the story of a man who died In Morocco Memorize the article word for word The man in the homburg understands the code Make sure the conversation isn't overheard They're around you And take the night train to Munich Rumbling down the track After half an hour in the restaurant car Look for the conductor And there will be a stain on his tunic A paper underneath his arm Then you'd better pray that he doesn't look away Or you'll never, never, never come back. I really wouldn't ask if there was anybody else But I now you've got the knack of taking care of yourself And they don't know your face so there won't be anyone Looking for you When you get to Munich we'll be waiting in the car Don't look around, just walk straight out If you don't show, I'm sorry for the pain I caused you Upon the night train to Munich Rumbling down the track After half an hour in the restaurant car Look for the conductor And there will be a stain on his tunic A paper underneath his arm Then you'd better pray that he doesn't look away Or you'll never, never, never come back |
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Lucy worked a different club every day,
And though she put her mind to it, Her heart was never in it, She stayed around just long enough to get paid, She won't pass the time with you, she can't stay a minute, And all these changing faces never bothered her at all, They just existed like a back-drop or a pattern on the wall, Lucy looks like someone who is waiting for a call, She knows he'll come, but no-one else can hear at all, Lucy finds the dressing room and the bar, Hangs her clothes up, hopes tonight, The contract won't be broken, Well, they kick you round so much when you're not a star, Make you play all night just for a pittance or a token, But all these imperfections never bothered her at all, She says it sharpens your perception when your back's against the wall, There's something that enables her to rise above it all, To shrug it off, just when it seems to go too far, Hey, hey, hey, I think you almost, feel the pain comin' on inside, Hey, hey, hey, I think you almost, feel it now and you don't know why, You don't know why. The last time that I saw her she had given up the chase, Moved away to California, got a suntan on her face, She said that life was just another time another space, It's over now, she learned a lot, it's not a waste, Hey, hey, hey, I think you almost, feel the pain comin' on inside Hey, hey, hey, I think you almost, feel it now and you don't know why, Hey, hey, hey, I think you almost, feel yourself reaching out inside, Hey, hey, hey, I think you almost, feel it now and you don't know why. |
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