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from Ralph Mctell - Streets Of London The Best Of Ralph Mctell (2006)
The lights have gone dim,
And the people are gone. And clown goes back into his caravan. Hangs up his smile On a hook by the door And lets his ragged coat slip to the floor. With the sound of the children's laughter Still ringing in his ears. Laughing 'cause they're happy, They laugh to hide their fears. Clown loves the children For, like him, they fear. The world does not exist tonight, And only the circus, Only the circus is real. As real as the elephants that trumpet in the ring. Real like the trapeze, see it swing. Real like the man who eats real fire, Real like the lady on the high wire. But the people are gone, His identity gone. Clown peeps through he windows of his caravan. From the trees on the common The town looks so small. Clown puts on his coat and goes out the door. And the distant neon lights They shine above the town. "It's almost like a circus" thinks clown. And half with fear And half with delight, Shivering, shaking, Clown stands laughing, Clown stands laughing, Clown is laughing at the night. |
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from Ralph Mctell - Streets Of London The Best Of Ralph Mctell (2006)
Footsteps down the stairs and at the door
Pausing in the hall and at the door 'Cos I know Daddy's here I can tell that he's there. And that means she'll be glad Until we're in bed then she's alone For there are things they have to say And we are sent away. Mama, the room is cold and he is scared I am too, and you're not there. How could we know you'd only took a walk To a neighbour for a quiet talk. Sunshine's dying flicker on grey stone walls Outside in the hall the old dog growls And we're in bed playing guessing games Telling stories, making plans. Radio, celery and Sunday tea It is nicer here, just us three And I know he won't come again There is no need to explain. |
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from Ralph Mctell - Streets Of London The Best Of Ralph Mctell (2006)
She comes riding early in the morning
Round about four to seven. No one's ever out at that hour With eyes that see Her touch the morning flowers secretly And the leaves slow their commotion And the great trees gently sway Like an ocean on a still day And raise in praise their arms to the sun Who announces the day has begun At eight frames a second And Velvety shadows in misty meadows Are changing colours so softly With care the sun Puts colour in his drawing And rises to inspect His masterpiece this morning So perfect And as she rides the gold and silver miles Only the sun is sure What it is that she smiles for She leaves with no sign of what she has done Though her morning rise known by everyone I'll tell you her name and it's dawn. |
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Hey little girl on the bicycle,
Wheels spin like they're riding on air. Hey little girl on the bicycle, Wheels flash like the sun in her hair. And the wheels go round But the bike has stopped moving Trees on the river move by her. Hey little girl on the bicycle, Sun blaze in her hair like a flame, And the river's reflecting her bicycle And the reeds whisper her name, And the wheels go round But the bike has stopped moving, Trees on the river move by her. Hey little girl on the bicycle Dressed in white, the trees were in green. Sparkling cycling bicycle That moves through the trees like a dream And the wheels go round And the trees have stopped moving Suddenly she is gone. La, la, la... |
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Got my hesitation stockings, hesitation shoes,
Lord almighty got them hesitation blues. And tell me how long, oh, must I have to wait? Can I get you now, oh no, must I hesitate. A nickle is a nickle, and a dime is a dime, I got a house full of kids, one of them must be mine. Oh how long, must I have to wait? Can I get you now, oh no, must I hesitate. And I'm standing on the corner with a dollar in my hand, Looking for a woman who's looking for a man How long, Good God must I wait ? Can I get you now, oh no, must I hesitate. Never been to heaven, but I've been told, Old Saint Peter knows how to jelly-roll, How long, must I have to wait? Can I get you now, oh no, must I hesitate. Hesitation, got my hesitation, Lord almighty got my hesitation. How long, must I have to... Can I... , oh no, must I hesitate. Standing on the corner with a dollar in my hand, Looking for a woman who's looking for a man How long, Good God must I wait? Can I get you now, oh no, must I hesitate. Hesitation Blues. |
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The air was cool
On lily pools Hazy, lazy And here and there He'd stop to stare Admiring all the flowers (Kew gardens) Wandering round for hours (Kew gardens) The sun was warm across the lawns Scented, blended He saw her linger And With her finger open up a rose (Kew gardens) Standing on tip toes (Kew gardens) Suddenly the rain came flurrying Sending the two of them hurrying Helter skelter for the shelter And feeling bolder in the big pagoda He gently enquired her name And they waited till the sunshine came. (Kew gardens) And for a while The griffin smiled Kindly, blindly Till the evening bell Broke the spell And sadly they said goodbye (Kew gardens) And one of the griffins cried In Kew Gardens |
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I woke up this morning,
Louise had gone Left me so blue I was Singing this lonesome song Louise had gone and left me, Left me worried and blue That gal's gone and left me I don't know what I'm a gonna do. Won't you give me some air, She's the best girl I have seen Treated me like a king, But she was a doggone queen Louise has gone and left me, Left me worried in my mind Well I don't mind her going But Louise write me some of your lines. |
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from Ralph Mctell - Streets Of London The Best Of Ralph Mctell (2006)
Out in the garden, amongst the bushes, Michael is crying.
Caught in a spider's web, its broken wings beating, a butterfly dying. Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la And they in their wisdom say "Michael's got something wrong, wrong, wrong with his mind". Well they must be blind, if they can't see what Michael sees. Michael is silent, talking to no one of things that he sees. But out in the garden, he talks in soft whispers, like the wind in the leaves. Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. And they in their wisdom say "Michael's got something wrong, wrong, wrong with his mind". They've seen the signs, but they can't see what Michael sees. And inside the building someone is calling his name through the halls. But he doesn't answer, though he easily hears each leaf as it falls. Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. And they in their wisdom say "Michael's got something wrong, wrong, wrong with his mind". Well they must be blind, for they can't see what Michael sees. Michael where are you ? Michael where are we, We who see that there's something wrong with your mind? And inside the garden Michael is smiling, at peace in his world. At one with the insects, the flowers, and the trees, and the wind and the birds. Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. Oh Michael sees all Behind the high walls Surrounding his kingdom, Whilst we in our wisdom Still trapped in the spider's web Far from the flow and ebb Of life in the garden But Michael has pardoned Us for he sees That really he's free And there's nothing to mend For his wings are not broken And they in their wisdom say "Michael's got something wrong, wrong, wrong with his mind". They've seen the signs, but Michael feels fine inside the garden. |
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from Ralph Mctell - Streets Of London The Best Of Ralph Mctell (2006)
Sundays, as a rule,
Us kids went to Sunday School, And Mrs Adlam said, Angels stood round our bed. To keep us safe from dark, Right through 'til day begun, And we used to lie awake, Just to try to see one, And though we never saw one anywhere, We heard them softly singing in the air. Sundays occasionally We were invited back for tea, And bread with jam and cream, Made Sundays seem a dream. In the dingy mission hall, Mrs Adlam praying, And down the street back home, All our mates were playing, With Mrs Adlam's angels everywhere, And we thought we saw a halo in her hair. Sundays, for sure, Ain't like that anymore, Its getting hard for me, To see her face in front of me. I wonder if her angels Have their arms around her curled, Keeping her safe from life, And guarding her from the world. On a summer Sunday evening do I dare, To hear Mrs Adlam's angels in the air. |
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from Ralph Mctell - Streets Of London The Best Of Ralph Mctell (2006)
If I take you dancing
Down the streets to watch you laughing And stop still in the spring night rain Just to watch you smile again Understand I hold you hand A little tight as if by this I'll stop the night from running Into morning light too soon. Ice cream and candy bars, A Paris moon and Paris stars Can you count the times That we heard the chimes of Notre Dame Across the Seine To remind us sadly once again, Time just like the river Was swiftly passing by. Just a few reminders Of the little things that bind us Do they make you sad Or make you glad To think about the times we had In my dreams you're dancing In the embers of an evening, And I'll hold your hand a little tight Just to stop this special night, From running into morning light too soon. |
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from Ralph Mctell - Streets Of London The Best Of Ralph Mctell (2006)
(Ralph McTell)
I'm running up a spiral staircase, Drilling a hole in the ground. And the staicase is winning, And my head is spinning, And I don't even dare to look round. I'm running up a spiral staircase I can't reach the top. I'm running up a spiral staircase And I'm too scared to stop. And there's nothing anybody can do To stop the staicase, like a giant corkscrew, From spinning around and around and around and around. Now in the begining I only saw you When the staircase hit your vision line. But now that it's moving around so fast I can see you all of the time. I'm running up a spiral staircase I can't reach the top. I'm running up a spiral staircase And I'm too scared to stop. And there's nothing anybody can do To stop the staicase, like a giant corkscrew, From spinning around and around and around and around. Now in the begining it was moving so slowly I never noticed it at first. But now that it's moving round so fast I think my head is gonna burst. I'm running up a spiral staircase I can't reach the top. I'm running up a spiral staircase And I'm too scared to stop. And I believe that I'm gonna shot through To stop the staicase, like a giant corkscrew, From spinning around and around and around and around. Now without a doubt I'm a-wearing out And I'm really begining to tire. I know the staircase is steel but it just about feels As though it's gonna catch on fire. I'm running up a spiral staircase I can't reach the top. I'm running up a spiral staircase And I'm too scared to stop. And I believe that I'm gonna shot through To stop the staicase, like a giant corkscrew, From spinning around and around and around and around. |
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from Ralph Mctell - Streets Of London The Best Of Ralph Mctell (2006)
Have you seen the old man
In the closed down market Kicking up the papers with his worn out shoes In his eyes you see no pride Hands held loosely at his side Yesterday's paper, telling yesterday's news So how can you tell me you're lonely And say for you that the sun don't shine Let me take you by the hand And lead you through the streets of London I'll show you something To make you change your mind Have you seen the old girl Who walks the streets of London Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags She's no time for talking She just keeps right on walking Carrying her home in two carrier bags So how can you tell me you're lonely And say for you that the sun don't shine Let me take you by the hand And lead you through the streets of London I'll show you something To make you change your mind In the old night cafe at a quarter past eleven The same old man sitting there on his own Looking at the world over the rim of his teacup Each tea lasts an hour, and he wanders home alone So how can you tell me that you're lonely And say for you that the sun don't shine Let me take you by the hand And lead you through the streets of London I'll show you something To make you change your mind Have you seen the old man Outside the seaman's mission Memory fading with the minor ribands that he wears In our city winter the rain cries little pity For one more forgotten hero And a world which doesn't care So how can you tell me you're lonely And say for you that the sun don't shine Let me take you by the hand And lead you through the streets of |
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from Ralph Mctell - Streets Of London The Best Of Ralph Mctell (2006)
Got my girl,
Took a chance, We went to a midnight dance But it was too tight, This rag o' mine. Too tight now, it's the most Too tight, nearest past the post Too tight, too tight, too tight This rag o' mine. Too tight, it's the best, Too tight, better then the rest. Too tight, too tight, too tight That rag o'mine. Too tight now it's the most Too tight, for us past the post It was too tight This rag o'mine. Too tight, it went to my head Too tight, I should have stayed in bed Too tight That rag o‘ mine. Too tight, it's the most Too tight, like dripping on a toast Too tight, too tight, too tight That rag o‘ mine. |
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from Ralph Mctell - Streets Of London The Best Of Ralph Mctell (2006)
How I'd like to run away
Oh how I'd love to go Then I think maybe I will stay And just wait for the snow. To wipe the year from off the page I'll pretend I did not know But I remember all the words And the memory well it won't go No it won't go How I'd like to up and fly Almost anywhere But I don't have the nerve to try And you think that I'd never cared So I'll wait until the snow has gone Yes I think maybe I'll stay For I really don't know where I'd run And running's not that's not my way No it ain't my way. How I'd like to run away Oh how I'd love to go Then I think maybe I will stay And just wait for the snow. To wipe the year from off the page I'll pretend I did not know But I remember all the words And the memory well it won't go No it won't go. |
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Have you seen the old man
In the closed down market Kicking up the papers with his worn out shoes In his eyes you see no pride Hands held loosely at his side Yesterday's paper, telling yesterday's news So how can you tell me you're lonely And say for you that the sun don't shine Let me take you by the hand And lead you through the streets of London I'll show you something To make you change your mind Have you seen the old girl Who walks the streets of London Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags She's no time for talking She just keeps right on walking Carrying her home in two carrier bags So how can you tell me you're lonely And say for you that the sun don't shine Let me take you by the hand And lead you through the streets of London I'll show you something To make you change your mind In the old night cafe at a quarter past eleven The same old man sitting there on his own Looking at the world over the rim of his teacup Each tea lasts an hour, and he wanders home alone So how can you tell me that you're lonely And say for you that the sun don't shine Let me take you by the hand And lead you through the streets of London I'll show you something To make you change your mind Have you seen the old man Outside the seaman's mission Memory fading with the minor ribands that he wears In our city winter the rain cries little pity For one more forgotten hero And a world which doesn't care So how can you tell me you're lonely And say for you that the sun don't shine Let me take you by the hand And lead you through the streets of |
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Take a bus, who needs a car
We'll eat here, take this seat near the door. Well I'm not hungry much now, are you? Is it ok if I share yours with you? I've got no money and I think I believe that you knew. Remember the moon on the wall, didn't she shine? The taste of the sheets and the feel of the wine. Wasn't I glad that you was mine In the Grande Affaire? Take a boat, maybe a plane, Anywhere now, 'cept Greece or Spain. For sure, I know where I am, I see canals, this is Amsterdam. I got friends here and they know, they can say who I am. Remember the room without any view? Frightened of meeting someone that we knew, No farewells or how-do-you-dos In the Grande Affaire. Now I've stayed in all the best hotels, And there's white coated waiters attend me, And I look at the beautiful girls, Do they really believe they can bend me? Well I drive now seldom I walk. I can speak French, but I'd rather not talk. Which suit will I wear tonight? Take out the brown, but in the end wear the white. After shade stepping out stepping into the light. Remember the moon on the wall didn't she shine, The year was all wrong so we sent back the wine, Wasn't you glad that you was mine In the Grande Affaire? |
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from Ralph Mctell - Streets... (2003)
And once I walked a million miles
All the way to Yugoslavia And I carried you all of the way For where I was then there you are. As the sun rose o'er the curb stones By the road where I'd been sleeping Them night-long trucks, as they roared by They could not drown my weeping. And it was me, and I alone Who looked toward the far horizon And I saw King Heron On his dead tree throne And I knew not which to keep my mind on. Now I cannot speak for everyone For they got their reasons All on this road But, Heron, would that I had your wings For then I'd know where I would go For then I'd know where I would go. |
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Now it's come to talking I don't have much to say,
It wouldn't come out right, and so I'll leave it out, oh it's best that way And I want to get out now cos I need just a couple of drinks. Can you lend me a little money till I draw my pay? And I'm leaving like a thief in the night. But I will try to write to you, or maybe phone And I'll send you back the money, But not the love you lent I could never pay no interest on that loan You really give me comfort I couldn't take more tenderness My credit's overdrawn and I just slide deeper in your debt And I want to get out now cos I need just a couple of drinks. Can you lend me a little money till pay day next? Chorus Why don't you get some rest now you ought to get an early night. I've got a key so you can lock the door and it'll be all right. I'll just take my winter coat, it looks like it might rain. Can you lend me a little money just for the night? Chorus |
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Thousands of miles without moving
In the silence and stillness we're turning Who scattered the stars in the field of night? Say it's all right, say it's all right, Well say it's all right. Ocean storm-thrown boats collide With waves of no direction With compass set up on a star Head for the port's protection. Faster than light we're not ageing, So where does the time go we're saving? Give me a sermon for sleep tonight Won't you say it's all right, say it's all right, Well say it's all right. And the driftwood it collides With blind boats on the water Oh, sad I watched the moon fall down, But the river safely caught her. Confusion of stars where's the pattern To chart us away from collision? We are dust, we are spark, we were light before dark It was all right, it is all right, And it'll be all right. Above, below, worlds collide In the before and after Oh happy to watch the sun go down And join the angels' laughter. |
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Pity the boy who marries for money
Or wealth and position Thinking his troubles will fade out of mind. Pity the boy who marries for beauty Only to find like a flower in the morning it withers and dies. Better by far to marry for love, Stay broke for the rest of your days Than to settle down for the sake of Ending your rambling ways And they won't end And thinking about them Your time you will spend. Pity the girl who marries for duty Believing in time if she works at her heart It will turn into love. Pity the girl who marries for strength And protection, she'll find In the shade of a great tree nothing can grow. Better by far to marry for love And stay broke for the rest of your days Than to settle down for the sake of Ending the games you have played They won't end And thinking about them Your time you will spend. Bless the child that's born of a union Grown out of love He's richer by far, he's got more than enough Bless the child who walks in that union Grows in that love His riches are more than the stars under heaven. |
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Give me sweet forgiveness
And I think that it might If not relieve all the pain that I feel At least help me to sleep tonight. Come down like an angel Come on down like a woman Say that it's forgiven. Give me your sweet forgiveness, Sweet forgiveness And it must be, Must be the seeds of heaven. When I'm weak and feeling guilty And it's sometimes I do, Give me strength to seek forgiveness Come and help me to see it through. Chorus Well you walk in with eyes open Say to yourself I am a man But you end up with a heart broken But somehow baby you still understand. Chorus |
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Have you seen the old man
In the closed down market Kicking up the papers with his worn out shoes In his eyes you see no pride Hands held loosely at his side Yesterday's paper, telling yesterday's news So how can you tell me you're lonely And say for you that the sun don't shine Let me take you by the hand And lead you through the streets of London I'll show you something To make you change your mind Have you seen the old girl Who walks the streets of London Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags She's no time for talking She just keeps right on walking Carrying her home in two carrier bags So how can you tell me you're lonely And say for you that the sun don't shine Let me take you by the hand And lead you through the streets of London I'll show you something To make you change your mind In the old night cafe at a quarter past eleven The same old man sitting there on his own Looking at the world over the rim of his teacup Each tea lasts an hour, and he wanders home alone So how can you tell me that you're lonely And say for you that the sun don't shine Let me take you by the hand And lead you through the streets of London I'll show you something To make you change your mind Have you seen the old man Outside the seaman's mission Memory fading with the minor ribands that he wears In our city winter the rain cries little pity For one more forgotten hero And a world which doesn't care So how can you tell me you're lonely And say for you that the sun don't shine Let me take you by the hand And lead you through the streets of |
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Don't care for gardenias
Rather have a dandelion Don't like weddings much either now And things that you can't rely on. But you make me feel good You with your run-down shoes and your shining eyes You make me feel good You can do what you want and I don't mind. Don't much care for birds of paradise Rather have a sparrow Don't like flying much either now Things you can't control. But you make me feel good You with your scruffy jeans and your run-down shoes You make me feel good You only do the things that you want to. You make me feel good You with your scruffy jeans and your tangly hair You make me feel good You can do what you want And I don't care. |
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