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from ABC - The Lexicon Of Love (1999)
You can tell me how to run my life
You can tell me the drugs you're using You're talking loud and saying nothing Walking proud and going nowhere fast You know If you could tell me how to find belief If you told me, I'd believe you Speak no evil, hear no evil, see no evil I'll close my eyes, you know love grows 4 ever 2 gether, 4 years 2 come 4 love 2 strong, 4 us 2 part 4 ever 2 gether, 4 years 2 come 4 love 2 strong, 4 us 2 part I stuck a marriage proposal in the waste disposal If that's the trash aesthetic, I'd suggest that we forget it Your 12 disciples might kiss and tell But you can tell me much more than they can Right now A mathematical equation won't describe my liaison The stars in the sky might try persuading But you can tell me, I won't hear you You can tell me, I gave up the listening Years ago 4 ever 2 gether, 4 years 2 come 4 love 2 strong, 4 us 2 part 4 ever 2 gether, 4 years 2 come 4 love 2 strong, 4 us 2 part So you're broken hearted, take it to the mender I got something on the agenda Speak no, speak no, speak no evil 4 ever 2 gether, 4 years 2 come 4 love 2 strong, 4 us 2 part For when two hearts but strong and sweet One promise I can never meet Forgive and forget, for goodness sake For love this strong, might make or break 4 ever 2 gether, 4 years 2 come 4 love 2 strong, 4 us 2 part Two's a party, three's a crowd I'm surprised what get's allowed Three coins inside the fountain You saw Mohammed move the mountain Speak no evil Speak no evil This is silly, well nearly Yours faithfully, well eventually Speak no evil Speak no evil |
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from ABC - The Lexicon Of Love (1999)
You can tell me how to run my life
You can tell me the drugs you're using You're talking loud and saying nothing Walking proud and going nowhere fast You know If you could tell me how to find belief If you told me, I'd believe you Speak no evil, hear no evil, see no evil I'll close my eyes, you know love grows 4 ever 2 gether, 4 years 2 come 4 love 2 strong, 4 us 2 part 4 ever 2 gether, 4 years 2 come 4 love 2 strong, 4 us 2 part I stuck a marriage proposal in the waste disposal If that's the trash aesthetic, I'd suggest that we forget it Your 12 disciples might kiss and tell But you can tell me much more than they can Right now A mathematical equation won't describe my liaison The stars in the sky might try persuading But you can tell me, I won't hear you You can tell me, I gave up the listening Years ago 4 ever 2 gether, 4 years 2 come 4 love 2 strong, 4 us 2 part 4 ever 2 gether, 4 years 2 come 4 love 2 strong, 4 us 2 part So you're broken hearted, take it to the mender I got something on the agenda Speak no, speak no, speak no evil 4 ever 2 gether, 4 years 2 come 4 love 2 strong, 4 us 2 part For when two hearts but strong and sweet One promise I can never meet Forgive and forget, for goodness sake For love this strong, might make or break 4 ever 2 gether, 4 years 2 come 4 love 2 strong, 4 us 2 part Two's a party, three's a crowd I'm surprised what get's allowed Three coins inside the fountain You saw Mohammed move the mountain Speak no evil Speak no evil This is silly, well nearly Yours faithfully, well eventually Speak no evil Speak no evil |
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from ABC - The Lexicon Of Love (1999)
Once upon a time when we were friends
I gave you my heart the story ends No happy ever after now we're friends Wish upon a star if that might help The stars collide if you decide Wish upon a star if that might help What's it like to have loved and to lose her touch What's it like to have loved and to lose that much Well I hope and I pray that maybe someday You'll walk in the room with my heart Add and subtract but as a matter of fact Now that you're gone I still want you back Remembering Surrendering Remembering that part All of my heart Spilling up in silk and coffee lace You hook me up a rendez-vous at your place Your lipstick and your lipgloss seals my fate Sentimental powers might help you now But skip the hearts and flowers skip the ivory towers You'll be disappointed and I'll lose a friend No I won't be told there's a crock of gold at the end of the rainbow Or that pleasure and pain sunshine and rain might make this love grow But I hope and I pray that maybe someday You'll walk in the room with my heart Add and subtract but as a matter of fact Now that you're gone I still want you back Remembering Surrendering Remembering that part All of my heart Yes I hope and I pray that maybe someday You'll walk in the room with my heart And I shrug and I say that maybe today You'll come home soon Surrendering Remembering Surrendering that heart All of my heart |
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from ABC - The Lexicon Of Love (1999)
Once upon a time when we were friends
I gave you my heart the story ends No happy ever after now we're friends Wish upon a star if that might help The stars collide if you decide Wish upon a star if that might help What's it like to have loved and to lose her touch What's it like to have loved and to lose that much Well I hope and I pray that maybe someday You'll walk in the room with my heart Add and subtract but as a matter of fact Now that you're gone I still want you back Remembering Surrendering Remembering that part All of my heart All of my heart Spilling up in silk and coffee lace You me up a rendez-vous at your place Your lipstick and your lipgloss seals my fate Sentimental powers might help you now But skip the hearts and flowers skip the ivory towers You'll be disappointed and I'll lose a friend No I won't be told there's a crock of gold at the end of the rainbow Or that pleasure and pain sunshine and rain might make this love grow But I hope and I pray that maybe someday You'll walk in the room with my heart Add and subtract but as a matter of fact Now that you're gone I still want you back Remembering Surrendering Remembering that part All of my heart All of my heart Well I hope and I pray that maybe someday You'll walk in the room with my heart And I shrug and I say that maybe today You'll come home soon Surrendering Remembering Surrendering that heart All of my heart |
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from ABC - The Lexicon Of Love (1999)
This heart's up for sale
Yeah, this heart's on the stand Mix and match and melt in my mouth Nothing ever goes quite as planned You'll fly north and I'll sail south So redevelop product, redesign this package Still refuse to reach in your pocket Everything is temporary written on that sand Looking for the girl that meets supply with demand Love has no guarantee (Yes, I'm date stamped) Promise me eternity (Guess I'll fade away) Even with a pedigree (Yes, I'm date stamped) Love has no guarantee That heart's on display Yes, that heart's off the rails A ship in the harbor with wind in it's sails Chain up love inside the chain-store girl Chain up love and exchange it Is monsieur a connoisseur or just short-changed Off the rack or custom-fit it all seems the same Look but don't touch in paradise Don't let them catch you damaging the merchandise Love has no guarantee (Yes, I'm date stamped) Promise me eternity (Guess I'll fade away) Even with a pedigree (Yes, I'm date stamped) Love has no guarantee I get sales talk from sales assistants When all I want to do girl is lower your resistance Everything is temporary, written on that sand Looking for the girl that meets supply with demand Love has no guarantee, brings out the woman in me Even with a pedigree, love has no guarantee No chance of subtlety, no promise of eternity Even with a pedigree, love has no guarantee |
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from ABC - The Lexicon Of Love (1999)
This heart's up for sale
Yeah, this heart's on the stand Mix and match and melt in my mouth Nothing ever goes quite as planned You'll fly north and I'll sail south So redevelop product, redesign this package Still refuse to reach in your pocket Everything is temporary written on that sand Looking for the girl that meets supply with demand Love has no guarantee (Yes, I'm date stamped) Promise me eternity (Guess I'll fade away) Even with a pedigree (Yes, I'm date stamped) Love has no guarantee That heart's on display Yes, that heart's off the rails A ship in the harbor with wind in it's sails Chain up love inside the chain-store girl Chain up love and exchange it Is monsieur a connoisseur or just short-changed Off the rack or custom-fit it all seems the same Look but don't touch in paradise Don't let them catch you damaging the merchandise Love has no guarantee (Yes, I'm date stamped) Promise me eternity (Guess I'll fade away) Even with a pedigree (Yes, I'm date stamped) Love has no guarantee I get sales talk from sales assistants When all I want to do girl is lower your resistance Everything is temporary, written on that sand Looking for the girl that meets supply with demand Love has no guarantee, brings out the woman in me Even with a pedigree, love has no guarantee No chance of subtlety, no promise of eternity Even with a pedigree, love has no guarantee |
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When I accepted this job
I was resigned to my fate When I got there early She'd arrive late You can say she's gone forever Or just sit tight and wait She said I was unprincipled That I was not the first Like the Phoenix coming back From the ashes, uh-huh I know what's good, But I know what trash is In the head-lights, In the highlights of her hair... Hit the head lines But she's not there: Many happy returns Many happy returns These are the lessons I could have learned Return. Many happy returns And these are the letters I should have burned Okay, I'm sad, not blue Okay, remember All that matters to me now Is the message I sent her Like the world, spinning 'round On its axis, uh-huh I know democracy But I know what's fascist When she's gone, all I got to learn Is the law of diminishing return When she's here, one thing I've found Things get better second time around Many happy returns Many happy returns These are the lessons I could have learned Return. Many happy returns And these are the letters I should have burned Okay I'm sad, not blue Okay, remember All that matters to me now Is the message I sent her Now she's gone, she's gone away Now she's gone forget her Coming back another day If you'd only let her Now she's gone, she's gone away But she's gone forget her Coming back another day So why resurrect her? Many happy returns Many happy returns These are the lessons I could have learned Return. Many happy returns And these are the letters I should have burned |
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When I accepted this job
I was resigned to my fate When I got there early She'd arrive late You can say she's gone forever Or just sit tight and wait She said I was unprincipled That I was not the first Like the Phoenix coming back From the ashes, uh-huh I know what's good, But I know what trash is In the head-lights, In the highlights of her hair... Hit the head lines But she's not there: Many happy returns Many happy returns These are the lessons I could have learned Return. Many happy returns And these are the letters I should have burned Okay, I'm sad, not blue Okay, remember All that matters to me now Is the message I sent her Like the world, spinning 'round On its axis, uh-huh I know democracy But I know what's fascist When she's gone, all I got to learn Is the law of diminishing return When she's here, one thing I've found Things get better second time around Many happy returns Many happy returns These are the lessons I could have learned Return. Many happy returns And these are the letters I should have burned Okay I'm sad, not blue Okay, remember All that matters to me now Is the message I sent her Now she's gone, she's gone away Now she's gone forget her Coming back another day If you'd only let her Now she's gone, she's gone away But she's gone forget her Coming back another day So why resurrect her? Many happy returns Many happy returns These are the lessons I could have learned Return. Many happy returns And these are the letters I should have burned |
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from ABC - The Lexicon Of Love (1999)
If I were to say to you
"Can you keep a secret?" Would you know just what to do Or where to keep it? Then I say, "I love you" And foul the situation Hey, girl, I thought we were The right combination Who broke my heart? You did, you did Bow to the target Blame Cupid, Cupid You think you're smart Stupid, stupid Shoot that poison arrow to my heart Shoot that poison arrow No rhythm in cymbals No tempo in drums Love on arrival She comes when she comes Right on the target But wide of the mark What I thought was fire Was only the spark The sweetest melody Is an unheard refrain So lower your sights Yeah but raise your aim Raise your aim Who broke my heart? You did, you did Bow to the target Blame Cupid, Cupid You think you're smart Stupid, stupid Shoot that poison arrow to my heart Shoot that poison arrow I thought you loved me But it seems you don't care I care enough to know I can never love you Who broke my heart? You did, you did Bow to the target Blame Cupid You think you're smart That's stupid Right from the start When you knew we would part Shoot that poison arrow to my heart Shoot that poison arrow |
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from ABC - The Lexicon Of Love (1999)
If I were to say to you
"Can you keep a secret?" Would you know just what to do Or where to keep it? Then I say, "I love you" And foul the situation Hey, girl, I thought we were The right combination Who broke my heart? You did, you did Bow to the target Blame Cupid, Cupid You think you're smart Stupid, stupid Shoot that poison arrow to my heart Shoot that poison arrow No rhythm in cymbals No tempo in drums Love on arrival She comes when she comes Right on the target But wide of the mark What I thought was fire Was only the spark The sweetest melody Is an unheard refrain So lower your sights Yeah but raise your aim Raise your aim Who broke my heart? You did, you did Bow to the target Blame Cupid, Cupid You think you're smart Stupid, stupid Shoot that poison arrow to my heart Shoot that poison arrow I thought you loved me But it seems you don't care I care enough to know I can never love you Who broke my heart? You did, you did Bow to the target Blame Cupid You think you're smart That's stupid Right from the start When you knew we would part Shoot that poison arrow to my heart Shoot that poison arrow |
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from ABC - The Lexicon Of Love (1999)
If I were to say to you
"Can you keep a secret?" Would you know just what to do Or where to keep it? Then I say"I love you" And foul the situation "Hey girl I thought we were The right combination". Who broke my heart? You did, you did Bow to the target, Blame Cupid, Cupid You think you're smart Stupid, Stupid. Shoot that poison arrow to my heart Shoot that poison arrow Shoot that poison arrow to my heart Shoot that poison arrow No rhythm in cymbals No tempo in drums Love on arrival She comes when she comes Right on the target But wide of the mark What I thought was fire Was only the spark The sweetest melody Is an unheard refrain So lower your sights, Yeah but raise your aim Raise your aim Who broke my heart? You did, you did Bow to the target Blame Cupid, Cupid You think you're smart Stupid, Stupid ( ) I thought you loved me but it seems you don't care I care enough to know I can never love you Who broke my heart You did, You did Bow to the target Blame Cupid You think you're smart That's stupid Right from the start When you knew we would part ( to end) |
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from ABC - The Lexicon Of Love (1999)
Once I needed your love
But that was just one thing left on my mind Then I needed to feel you near me You said:"Don't have the time." The cowboys at the rodeo The rhine-stones on that Romeo Your theme tune on the radio Souvenirs that only go to Show me, show me Show me that your mine Show me, show me Give me just one sign Show me, show me Second that emotion Show me, show me love Since we're skimming the surface darling Now's time to get in deep You've opened up the envelope But there's still one secret you keep A pirate station or the late night show A sunken ship with a rich cargo Buried treasure that the four winds blow Wind and rain it only goes to Show me, show me Show me that your mine Show me, show me Give me just one sign Show me, show me Second that emotion Show me, show me love Some things are hidden Some things you'll see Make me know Signal to me Nine out of ten, in every case She might look pretty but there's make up on her face Show me, show me love And you can be free And you could be free. Free. Free. Where are the diamonds? Where are the curls? Where are the things that you took from this world? These are the diamonds These are the curls These are the things that you took from this world |
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from ABC - The Lexicon Of Love (1999)
Once I needed your love
But that was just one thing left on my mind Then I needed to feel you near me You said : "Don't have the time."The cowboys at the rodeo The rhine-stones on that Romeo Your theme tune on the radio Souvenirs that only go toShow me, show me Show me that your mine Show me, show me Give me just one sign Show me, show me Second that emotion Show me, show me loveSince we're skimming the surface darling Now's time to get in deep You've opened up the envelope But there's still one secret you keepA pirate station or the late night show A sunken ship with a rich cargo Buried treasure that the four winds blow Wind and rain it only goes toShow me, show me Show me that your mine Show me, show me Give me just one sign Show me, show me Second that emotion Show me, show me loveSome things are hidden Some things you'll see Make me know Signal to meNine out of ten, in every case She might look pretty but there's make up on her faceShow me, show me love And you can be free And you could be free. Free. Free.Where are the diamonds? Where are the pearls? Where are the things that you took from this world?These are the ribbons These are the curls These are the things that you took from this world |
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from ABC - The Lexicon Of Love (1999)
Once I needed your love
But that was just one thing left on my mind Then I needed to feel you near me You said:"Don't have the time." The cowboys at the rodeo The rhine-stones on that Romeo Your theme tune on the radio Souvenirs that only go to Show me, show me Show me that your mine Show me, show me Give me just one sign Show me, show me Second that emotion Show me, show me love Since we're skimming the surface darling Now's time to get in deep You've opened up the envelope But there's still one secret you keep A pirate station or the late night show A sunken ship with a rich cargo Buried treasure that the four winds blow Wind and rain it only goes to Show me, show me Show me that your mine Show me, show me Give me just one sign Show me, show me Second that emotion Show me, show me love Some things are hidden Some things you'll see Make me know Signal to me Nine out of ten, in every case She might look pretty but there's make up on her face Show me, show me love And you can be free And you could be free. Free. Free. Where are the diamonds? Where are the curls? Where are the things that you took from this world? These are the diamonds These are the curls These are the things that you took from this world |
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from ABC - The Lexicon Of Love (1999)
Tears for souvenirs
Tears are not enough Tears for shields and spears Tears are not enough Searching for certainty When it's such an unstable world Searching for something good And I'm looking for the real McCoy Blueprint: That says that boy meets girl Picture: Girl meets boy A blueprint that says that the boy meets the girl Picture in a magazine Yes you've shown your feelings Yes you've shown you're tough Said things worth believing Tears are not enough Slam that door, slap my face I don't love you anymore Dry your eyes Sink or swim You surmise you can't win We all make great mistakes Would I lie Should I lie Could I lie to you? Excuses had their uses But now they're all used up, all used up Yes you've shown your feelings Yes you've shown you're tough Said things worth believing Tears are not enough Tears for souvenirs Tears are not enough Tears for shields and spears Tears are not enough |
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from ABC - The Lexicon Of Love (1999)
Tears for souvenirs Tears are not enough
Tears for shields and spears Tears are not enough Searching for certainty When it's such an unstable world Searching for something good And I'm looking for the real McCoy Blueprint: That says that boy meets girl Picture: Girl meets boy A blueprint that says that the boy meets the girl Picture in a magazine Yes you've shown your feelings Yes you've shown you're tough Said things worth believing Tears are not enough Slam that door, slap my face I don't love you anymore Dry your eyes Sink or swim You surmise you can't win We all make great mistakes Would I lie Should I lie Could I lie to you? Excuses had their uses But now they're all used up, all used up Yes you've shown your feelings Yes you've shown you're tough Said things worth believing Tears are not enough Tears for souvenirs Tears are not enough Tears for shields and spears Tears are not enough |
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from ABC - The Lexicon Of Love (1999)
Tears for souvenirs
Tears are not enough Tears for shields and spears Tears are not enough Searching for certainty When it's such an unstable world Searching for something good And I'm looking for the real McCoy Blueprint: That says that boy meets girl Picture: Girl meets boy A blueprint that says that the boy meets the girl Picture in a magazine Yes you've shown your feelings Yes you've shown you're tough Said things worth believing Tears are not enough Slam that door, slap my face I don't love you anymore Dry your eyes Sink or swim You surmise you can't win We all make great mistakes Would I lie Should I lie Could I lie to you? Excuses had their uses But now they're all used up, all used up Yes you've shown your feelings Yes you've shown you're tough Said things worth believing Tears are not enough Tears for souvenirs Tears are not enough Tears for shields and spears Tears are not enough |
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from ABC - The Lexicon Of Love (1999)
Tears for souvenirs
Tears are not enough Tears for shields and spears Tears are not enough Searching for certainty When it's such an unstable world Searching for something good And I'm looking for the real McCoy Blueprint: That says that boy meets girl Picture: Girl meets boy A blueprint that says that the boy meets the girl Picture in a magazine Yes you've shown your feelings Yes you've shown you're tough Said things worth believing Tears are not enough Slam that door, slap my face I don't love you anymore Dry your eyes Sink or swim You surmise you can't win We all make great mistakes Would I lie Should I lie Could I lie to you? Excuses had their uses But now they're all used up, all used up Yes you've shown your feelings Yes you've shown you're tough Said things worth believing Tears are not enough Tears for souvenirs Tears are not enough Tears for shields and spears Tears are not enough |
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from ABC - The Lexicon Of Love (1999)
Speak no
Evil You can't tell me, how to run my life You can't tell me, drugs you're using You're talking loud, and saying nothing Walking proud, and going nowhere fast You know If you could tell me, how to find belief If you told me, i'd believe you Speak no evil, hear no evil See no evil, i'll close my eyes You know, love grows _ 4 ever 2 gether, 4 years 2 come 4 love 2 strong, 4 us 2 part 4 ever 2 gether, 4 years 2 come 4 love 2 strong, 4 us 2 part I stuck a marriage proposal In the waste disposal If that's the trash aesthetic, I'd suggest that we forget it Your 12 disciples might kiss and tell, but You can tell me much more than they can, Right now A mathematical equation Won't describe my liaison The stars in the sky might try persuading But you can tell me, i won't hear you You can't tell me, i gave up the listening Years ago _ to So you're broken heart, here, take it to the mender I got something on the agenda Speak. no Evil 4 ever 2 gether, 4 years 2 come 4 love 2 strong, 4 us 2 part For when two hearts but strong and sweet One promise i can never meet Forgive and forget, for goodness sake For love this strong, might make or break 4 ever 2 gether, 4 years 2 come 4 love 2 strong, 4 us 2 part Two's a party, three's a crowd I'm surprised what get's allowed Three coins inside the fountain You saw mohammed move the mountain Speak no evil |
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from ABC - The Lexicon Of Love (1999)
When your world is full of strange arrangements
And gravity won't pull you through You know you're missing out on something Well that something depends on you All I'm saying, it takes a lot to love you All I'm doing, you know it's true All I mean now, there's one thing Yes one thing that turns this grey sky to blue That's the look, that's the look The look of love When your girl has left you out on the pavement (Goodbye) Then your dreams fall apart at the seams Your reason for living's your reason for leaving Don't ask me what it means Who's got the look? I don't know the answer to that question Where's the look? If I knew I would tell you What's the look? Look for your information Yes there's one thing, the one thing that still holds true (What's that?) That's the look, that's the look The look of love If you judge a book by the cover Then you'd judge the look by the lover I hope you'll soon recover Me I go from one extreme to another And though my friends just might ask me They say "Martin maybe one day you'll find true love" I say "Maybe, there must be a solution To the one thing, the one thing, we can't find" That's the look, that's the look The look of love That's the look, that's the look The look of love That's the look, that's the look The Look of love |
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from ABC - The Lexicon Of Love (1999)
When your world is full of strange arrangements
And gravity won't pull you through You know you're missing out on something Well that something depends on you All I'm saying, it takes a lot to love you All I'm doing, you know it's true All I mean now, there's one thing Yes one thing that turns this grey sky to blue That's the look, that's the look The look of love When your girl has left you out on the pavement (Goodbye) Then your dreams fall apart at the seams Your reason for living's your reason for leaving Don't ask me what it means Who's got the look? I don't know the answer to that question Where's the look? If I knew I would tell you What's the look? Look for your information Yes there's one thing, the one thing that still holds true (What's that?) That's the look, that's the look The look of love If you judge a book by the cover Then you'd judge the look by the lover I hope you'll soon recover Me I go from one extreme to another And though my friends just might ask me They say "Martin maybe one day you'll find true love" I say "Maybe, there must be a solution To the one thing, the one thing, we can't find" That's the look, that's the look The look of love That's the look, that's the look The look of love That's the look, that's the look The Look of love |
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When the postman don't call on Valentine's Day
And Santa Claus don't come on a Christmas Day That umbrella won't work on a rainy day Don't ask me, I already know When they find you beached on the barrier reef And the only pleasure treasured is in map relief The choice is yours, sure, saint or thief Don't ask me, I already know Yes, they baked your cake in little slices Kept your eyes on rising prices Wound up winning booby prizes I'm sure you'd like to think you know what life is Find destiny through magazines Liplicking, unzipping, Harpers and Queens From here to eternity without in-betweens Ask me, I already know With your heart on parade and your heart on parole I hope you find a sucker to buy that mink stole School for scandal, guess who's enrolled So ask me, I already know When they find you beached on the barrier reef When the postman don't call on Valentine's Day When the only pleasure treasured is in map relief When you don't tell the truth, that's the price you pay When I'm shaking a hand, I'm clenching a fist If you gave me a pound for the moments I missed And I got dancing lessons for all the lips I shoulda kissed I'd be a millionaire, I'd be a Fred Astaire |
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from ABC - The Lexicon Of Love (1999)
When the postman don't call on Valentine's Day
And Santa Claus don't come on a Christmas Day That umbrella won't work on a rainy day Don't ask me, I already know When they find you beached on the barrier reef And the only pleasure treasured is in map relief The choice is yours, sure, saint or thief Don't ask me, I already know Yes, they baked your cake in little slices Kept your eyes on rising prices Wound up winning booby prizes I'm sure you'd like to think you know what life is Find destiny through magazines Liplicking, unzipping, Harpers and Queens From here to eternity without in-betweens Ask me, I already know With your heart on parade and your heart on parole I hope you find a sucker to buy that mink stole School for scandal, guess who's enrolled So ask me, I already know When they find you beached on the barrier reef When the postman don't call on Valentine's Day When the only pleasure treasured is in map relief When you don't tell the truth, that's the price you pay When I'm shaking a hand, I'm clenching a fist If you gave me a pound for the moments I missed And I got dancing lessons for all the lips I shoulda kissed I'd be a millionaire, I'd be a Fred Astaire |
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from Jethro Tull - Stormwatch (1979)
Walking on air
Shoulder and head above you Down in the street Black canyons walking through Hooded sad eyes Fixed on your shuffle shoes Life is a clue in your crossword Typewriter turk Telephone terror takes Time to wind down Push-button finger shakes City of dreams Back to your quiet nightmare Your life is a clue in the crossword Working to rule in your own time Drag yourself home to your star sign page Staying awake on cold yesterday's steak and warm beer Ladder of string Climbing to sweet success Homework aside Your brain on the train to test Pick up the news You left on the seat beside you Your life is a clue in the crossword Your life is a clue in the crossword Your life is a clue in the crossword |
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from Jethro Tull - Stormwatch (1979)
Walking on air
Shoulder and head above you Down in the street Black canyons walking through Hooded sad eyes Fixed on your shuffle shoes Life is a clue in your crossword Typewriter turk Telephone terror takes Time to wind down Push-button finger shakes City of dreams Back to your quiet nightmare Your life is a clue in the crossword Working to rule in your own time Drag yourself home to your star sign page Staying awake on cold yesterday's steak and warm beer Ladder of string Climbing to sweet success Homework aside Your brain on the train to test Pick up the news You left on the seat beside you Your life is a clue in the crossword Your life is a clue in the crossword Your life is a clue in the crossword |
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from Jethro Tull - Stormwatch (1979)
Darlings are you ready for the long winter's fall?
said the lady in her parlor said the butler in the hall. Is there time for another? cried the drunkard in his sleep. Not likely said the little child. What's done the Lord can keep. And the vicar stands a-praying. And the television dies as the white dot flickers and is gone and no-one stops to cry. The big jet rumbles over runway miles that scar the patchwork green where slick tycoons and rich buffoons have opened up the seam of golden nights and champagne flights ad-man overkill and in the haze consumer crazed we take the sugar pill. Jagged fires mark the picket lines the politicians weep and mealy-mouthed through corridors of power on tip-toe creep. Come and see bureaucracy make its final heave and let the new disorder through while senses take their leave. Families screaming line the streets and put the windows through in corner shops where keepers kept the country's life-blood blue. Take their pick and try the trick with loaves and fishes shared and the vicar shouts as the lights go out, and no-one really cares. Dark Ages shaking the dead Closed pages better not read Cold rages burn in your head. |
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from Jethro Tull - Stormwatch (1979)
Clear light on a slick palm
as I mis-deal the day Slip the night from a shaved pack make a marked card play Call twilight hours down from a heaven home high above the highest bidder for the good Lord's throne In the wee hours I'll meet you down by Dun Ringill --- oh, and we'll watch the old gods play by Dun Ringill We'll wait in stone circles 'til the force comes through --- lines joint in faint discord and the stormwatch brews a concert of kings as the white sea snaps at the heels of a soft prayer whispered In the wee hours I'll meet you down by Dun Ringill --- oh, and I'll take you quickly by Dun Ringill. |
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from Jethro Tull - Stormwatch (1979)
Clear light on a slick palm
as I mis-deal the day Slip the night from a shaved pack make a marked card play Call twilight hours down from a heaven home high above the highest bidder for the good Lord's throne In the wee hours I'll meet you down by Dun Ringill --- oh, and we'll watch the old gods play by Dun Ringill We'll wait in stone circles 'til the force comes through --- lines joint in faint discord and the stormwatch brews a concert of kings as the white sea snaps at the heels of a soft prayer whispered In the wee hours I'll meet you down by Dun Ringill --- oh, and I'll take you quickly by Dun Ringill. |
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from Jethro Tull - Stormwatch (1979)
Clear light on a slick palm
as I mis-deal the day Slip the night from a shaved pack make a marked card play Call twilight hours down from a heaven home high above the highest bidder for the good Lord's throne In the wee hours I'll meet you down by Dun Ringill --- oh, and we'll watch the old gods play by Dun Ringill We'll wait in stone circles 'til the force comes through --- lines joint in faint discord and the stormwatch brews a concert of kings as the white sea snaps at the heels of a soft prayer whispered In the wee hours I'll meet you down by Dun Ringill --- oh, and I'll take you quickly by Dun Ringill. |
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Old lady with a barrow; life near ending
Standing by the harbour wall; warm wishes sending children on the cold sea swell --- not fishers of men --- gone to chase away the last herring: come empty home again. So come all you lovers of the good life on your supermarket run --- Set a sail of your own devising and be there when the Dutchman comes. Wee girl in a straw hat: from far east warring Sad cargo of an old ship: young bodies whoring Slow ocean hobo --- ports closed to her crew No hope of immigration --- keep on passing through. So come all you lovers of the good life your children playing in the sun --- set a sympathetic flag a-flying and be there when the Dutchman comes. Death grinning like a scarecrow --- Flying Dutchman Seagull pilots flown from nowhere --- try and touch one as she slips in on the full tide and the harbour-master yells All hands vanished with the captain --- no one left, the tale to tell. So come all you lovers of the good life Look around you, can you see? Staring ghostly in the mirror --- it's the Dutchman you will be ..floating slowly out to sea in a misty misery. |
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from Jethro Tull - Stormwatch (1979)
Old lady with a barrow; life near ending
Standing by the harbour wall; warm wishes sending children on the cold sea swell --- not fishers of men --- gone to chase away the last herring: come empty home again. So come all you lovers of the good life on your supermarket run --- Set a sail of your own devising and be there when the Dutchman comes. Wee girl in a straw hat: from far east warring Sad cargo of an old ship: young bodies whoring Slow ocean hobo --- ports closed to her crew No hope of immigration --- keep on passing through. So come all you lovers of the good life your children playing in the sun --- set a sympathetic flag a-flying and be there when the Dutchman comes. Death grinning like a scarecrow --- Flying Dutchman Seagull pilots flown from nowhere --- try and touch one as she slips in on the full tide and the harbour-master yells All hands vanished with the captain --- no one left, the tale to tell. So come all you lovers of the good life Look around you, can you see? Staring ghostly in the mirror --- it's the Dutchman you will be ..floating slowly out to sea in a misty misery. |
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from Jethro Tull - Stormwatch (1979)
Old lady with a barrow; life near ending
Standing by the harbour wall; warm wishes sending children on the cold sea swell --- not fishers of men --- gone to chase away the last herring: come empty home again. So come all you lovers of the good life on your supermarket run --- Set a sail of your own devising and be there when the Dutchman comes. Wee girl in a straw hat: from far east warring Sad cargo of an old ship: young bodies whoring Slow ocean hobo --- ports closed to her crew No hope of immigration --- keep on passing through. So come all you lovers of the good life your children playing in the sun --- set a sympathetic flag a-flying and be there when the Dutchman comes. Death grinning like a scarecrow --- Flying Dutchman Seagull pilots flown from nowhere --- try and touch one as she slips in on the full tide and the harbour-master yells All hands vanished with the captain --- no one left, the tale to tell. So come all you lovers of the good life Look around you, can you see? Staring ghostly in the mirror --- it's the Dutchman you will be ..floating slowly out to sea in a misty misery. |
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from Jethro Tull - Stormwatch (1979)
As the dawn sun breaks over sleepy gardens
I'll be here to do all things to comfort you. And though I've been away left you alone this way why don't you come awake and let your first smile take me home. The shadows in the park were longer yesterday and Lady Luck stood still, waiting for the kill. And on a jumbo ride over seas grey, deep and wide I flew for heaven's sake and let the angels take me home. Down steep and narrow lanes I see the chimneys smoking above the golden fields ... know what the robin feels in his summer jamboree. All elements agree in sweet and stormy blend --- midwife to winds that send me home. |
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from Jethro Tull - Stormwatch (1979)
As the dawn sun breaks over sleepy gardens
I'll be here to do all things to comfort you. And though I've been away left you alone this way why don't you come awake and let your first smile take me home. The shadows in the park were longer yesterday and Lady Luck stood still, waiting for the kill. And on a jumbo ride over seas grey, deep and wide I flew for heaven's sake and let the angels take me home. Down steep and narrow lanes I see the chimneys smoking above the golden fields ... know what the robin feels in his summer jamboree. All elements agree in sweet and stormy blend --- midwife to winds that send me home. |
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from Jethro Tull - Stormwatch (1979)
There was a warm wind with the high tide
On the south of the hill When a young girl went a-walking And I followed with a will Good day to you, my fine young lady With your lips so sweetly full May I help you comb your long hair Sweep it from that brow so cool Up, ride with the kelpie I'll steal your soul to the deep If you don't ride with me while the devil's free I'll ride with somebody else Well, I'm a man when I'm feeling The urge to step ashore So I may charm you, not alarm you Tell you all fine things and more Up, ride with the kelpie I'll steal your soul to the deep If you don't ride with me while the devil's free I'll ride with somebody else Say goodbye to all your dear kin For they hate to see you go In your young prime to this place of mine In the still loch far below Up, ride with the kelpie I'll steal your soul to the deep If you don't ride with me while the devil's free I'll ride with somebody else Up, ride with the kelpie I'll steal your soul to the deep If you don't ride with me while the devil's free I'll ride with somebody else Up, ride with the kelpie I'll steal your soul to the deep |
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from Jethro Tull - Stormwatch (1979)
There was a warm wind with the high tide
On the south of the hill When a young girl went a-walking And I followed with a will Good day to you, my fine young lady With your lips so sweetly full May I help you comb your long hair Sweep it from that brow so cool Up, ride with the kelpie I'll steal your soul to the deep If you don't ride with me while the devil's free I'll ride with somebody else Well, I'm a man when I'm feeling The urge to step ashore So I may charm you, not alarm you Tell you all fine things and more Up, ride with the kelpie I'll steal your soul to the deep If you don't ride with me while the devil's free I'll ride with somebody else Say goodbye to all your dear kin For they hate to see you go In your young prime to this place of mine In the still loch far below Up, ride with the kelpie I'll steal your soul to the deep If you don't ride with me while the devil's free I'll ride with somebody else Up, ride with the kelpie I'll steal your soul to the deep If you don't ride with me while the devil's free I'll ride with somebody else Up, ride with the kelpie I'll steal your soul to the deep |
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Black and viscous--bound to cure blue lethargy
Sugar-plum petroleum for energy Tightrope-balanced payments need a small reprieve Oh, please believe we want to be In North Sea In North Sea oil New-found wealth sits on the shelf of yesterday Hot-air balloon inflation soon will make you pay Riggers rig and diggers dig their shallow grave But we'll be saved and what we crave Is North Sea Is North Sea oil Prices boom in Aberdeen and London Town Ten more years to lay the fears, erase the frown Before we are all nuclear--the better way! Oh, let us pray: we want to stay In North Sea In North Sea In North Sea oil |
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from Jethro Tull - Stormwatch (1979)
Black and viscous--bound to cure blue lethargy
Sugar-plum petroleum for energy Tightrope-balanced payments need a small reprieve Oh, please believe we want to be In North Sea In North Sea oil New-found wealth sits on the shelf of yesterday Hot-air balloon inflation soon will make you pay Riggers rig and diggers dig their shallow grave But we'll be saved and what we crave Is North Sea Is North Sea oil Prices boom in Aberdeen and London Town Ten more years to lay the fears, erase the frown Before we are all nuclear--the better way! Oh, let us pray: we want to stay In North Sea In North Sea In North Sea oil |
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from Jethro Tull - Stormwatch (1979)
Black and viscous--bound to cure blue lethargy
Sugar-plum petroleum for energy Tightrope-balanced payments need a small reprieve Oh, please believe we want to be In North Sea In North Sea oil New-found wealth sits on the shelf of yesterday Hot-air balloon inflation soon will make you pay Riggers rig and diggers dig their shallow grave But we'll be saved and what we crave Is North Sea Is North Sea oil Prices boom in Aberdeen and London Town Ten more years to lay the fears, erase the frown Before we are all nuclear--the better way! Oh, let us pray: we want to stay In North Sea In North Sea In North Sea oil |
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from Jethro Tull - Stormwatch (1979)
Hair stands high on the cat's back like
a ridge of threatening hills. Sheepdogs howl, make tracks and growl --- their tails hanging low. And young children falter in their games at the altar of life's hide-and-seek between tall pillars, where Sunday-night killers in grey raincoats peek. I'll be coming again like an old dog in pain Blown through the eye of the hurricane Down to the stones where old ghosts play. Misty colours unfold a backcloth cold --- fine tapestry of silk I draw around me like a cloak and soundless glide a-drifting on eddies whirled in beech leaves furled --- brown and gold they fly in the warm mesh of sunlight sifting now from a cloudless sky. I'll be coming again like an old dog in pain Blown through the eye of the hurricane Down to the stones where old ghosts play. |
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from Jethro Tull - Stormwatch (1979)
Hair stands high on the cat's back like
a ridge of threatening hills. Sheepdogs howl, make tracks and growl --- their tails hanging low. And young children falter in their games at the altar of life's hide-and-seek between tall pillars, where Sunday-night killers in grey raincoats peek. I'll be coming again like an old dog in pain Blown through the eye of the hurricane Down to the stones where old ghosts play. Misty colours unfold a backcloth cold --- fine tapestry of silk I draw around me like a cloak and soundless glide a-drifting on eddies whirled in beech leaves furled --- brown and gold they fly in the warm mesh of sunlight sifting now from a cloudless sky. I'll be coming again like an old dog in pain Blown through the eye of the hurricane Down to the stones where old ghosts play. |
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from Jethro Tull - Stormwatch (1979)
Hair stands high on the cat's back like
a ridge of threatening hills. Sheepdogs howl, make tracks and growl --- their tails hanging low. And young children falter in their games at the altar of life's hide-and-seek between tall pillars, where Sunday-night killers in grey raincoats peek. I'll be coming again like an old dog in pain Blown through the eye of the hurricane Down to the stones where old ghosts play. Misty colours unfold a backcloth cold --- fine tapestry of silk I draw around me like a cloak and soundless glide a-drifting on eddies whirled in beech leaves furled --- brown and gold they fly in the warm mesh of sunlight sifting now from a cloudless sky. I'll be coming again like an old dog in pain Blown through the eye of the hurricane Down to the stones where old ghosts play. |
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from Jethro Tull - Stormwatch (1979)
Orion, won't you give me your star sign
Orion, get up on the sky-line I'm high on my hill and I feel fine Orion, let's sip the heavens' heady wine Orion, light your lights: Come guard the open spaces From the black horizon to the pillow where I lie. Your faithful dog shines brighter than its lord and master Your jewelled sword twinkles as the world rolls by. So come up singing above the cloudy cover Stare through at people who toss fitful in their sleep. I know you're watching as the old gent by the station Scuffs his toes on old fag packets lying in the street Orion, won't you give me your star sign Orion, get up on the sky-line I'm high on my hill and I feel fine Orion, let's sip the heavens' heady wine And silver shadows flick across the closing bistro. Sweet waiters link their arms and patter down the street, Their words lost blowing on cold winds in darkest Chelsea. Prime years fly fading with each young heart's beat. Orion, won't you make me a star sign Orion, get up on the sky-line I'm high on your love and I feel fine Orion, let's sip the heavens' heady wine And young girls shiver as they wait by lonely bus-stops After sad parties: no-one to take them home To greasy bed-sitters and make a late-night play For lost virginity a thousand miles away. Orion, won't you make me a star sign Orion, get up on the sky-line I'm high on your love and I feel fine Orion, let's sip the heavens' heady wine On the sky-line Orion |
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Orion, won't you give me your star sign
Orion, get up on the sky-line I'm high on my hill and I feel fine Orion, let's sip the heavens' heady wine Orion, light your lights: Come guard the open spaces From the black horizon to the pillow where I lie. Your faithful dog shines brighter than its lord and master Your jewelled sword twinkles as the world rolls by. So come up singing above the cloudy cover Stare through at people who toss fitful in their sleep. I know you're watching as the old gent by the station Scuffs his toes on old fag packets lying in the street Orion, won't you give me your star sign Orion, get up on the sky-line I'm high on my hill and I feel fine Orion, let's sip the heavens' heady wine And silver shadows flick across the closing bistro. Sweet waiters link their arms and patter down the street, Their words lost blowing on cold winds in darkest Chelsea. Prime years fly fading with each young heart's beat. Orion, won't you make me a star sign Orion, get up on the sky-line I'm high on your love and I feel fine Orion, let's sip the heavens' heady wine And young girls shiver as they wait by lonely bus-stops After sad parties: no-one to take them home To greasy bed-sitters and make a late-night play For lost virginity a thousand miles away. Orion, won't you make me a star sign Orion, get up on the sky-line I'm high on your love and I feel fine Orion, let's sip the heavens' heady wine On the sky-line Orion |
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Orion, won't you give me your star sign
Orion, get up on the sky-line I'm high on my hill and I feel fine Orion, let's sip the heavens' heady wine Orion, light your lights: Come guard the open spaces From the black horizon to the pillow where I lie. Your faithful dog shines brighter than its lord and master Your jewelled sword twinkles as the world rolls by. So come up singing above the cloudy cover Stare through at people who toss fitful in their sleep. I know you're watching as the old gent by the station Scuffs his toes on old fag packets lying in the street Orion, won't you give me your star sign Orion, get up on the sky-line I'm high on my hill and I feel fine Orion, let's sip the heavens' heady wine And silver shadows flick across the closing bistro. Sweet waiters link their arms and patter down the street, Their words lost blowing on cold winds in darkest Chelsea. Prime years fly fading with each young heart's beat. Orion, won't you make me a star sign Orion, get up on the sky-line I'm high on your love and I feel fine Orion, let's sip the heavens' heady wine And young girls shiver as they wait by lonely bus-stops After sad parties: no-one to take them home To greasy bed-sitters and make a late-night play For lost virginity a thousand miles away. Orion, won't you make me a star sign Orion, get up on the sky-line I'm high on your love and I feel fine Orion, let's sip the heavens' heady wine On the sky-line Orion |
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She wore a black tiara
rare gems upon her fingers and she came from distant waters where northern lights explode to celebrate the dawning of the new wastes of winter gathering royal momentum on the icy road. With chill mists swirling like petticoats in motion sighted on horizons for ten thousand years the lady of the ice sounds a deathly distant rumble to Titanic-breaking children lost in melting crystal tears. Oh, sunshine --- take me now away from here I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove. And the turntable spins as the last waltz begins And the weather-man says something's on the move. Capturing black pieces in a glass-fronted museum the white queen rolls on the chessboard of the dawn squeezing through the valleys pausing briefly in the corries the Ice-Mother mates and a new age is born. Oh, sunshine --- take me now away from here I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove. And the turntable spins as the last waltz begins And the weather-man says something's on the move. Driving all before her un-stoppable, un-straining her cold creaking mass follows reindeer down. Thin spreading fingers seek to embrace the sill-warm bundles that huddle on the doorsteps of a white London Town. Oh, sunshine --- take me now away from here I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove. And the turntable spins as the last waltz begins And the weather-man says something's on the move. |
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