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from Richard & Linda Thompson - I Want To See The Bright Lights Tonight (1974)
I feel for you, you little horror
Safe at your mother's breast No lucky break for you around the corner 'Cause your father is a bully And he thinks that you're a pest And your sister she's no better than a whore. Life seems so rosy in the cradle, But I'll be a friend I'll tell you what's in store There's nothing at the end of the rainbow. There's nothing to grow up for anymore Tycoons and barrow boys will rob you And throw you on the side And all because they love themselves sincerely And the man holds a bread knife Up to you throat is four feet wide And he's anxious just to show you what it's for. Your mother works so hard to make you happy But take a look outside the nursery door There's nothing at the end of the rainbow. There's nothing to grow up for anymore And all the sad and empty faces That pass you on the street All running in their sleep, all in a dream Every loving handshake Is just another man to beat How your heart aches just to cut him to the core Life seems so rosy in the cradle, But I'll be a friend I'll tell you what's in store There's nothing at the end of the rainbow. There's nothing to grow up for anymore |
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from Richard & Linda Thompson - I Want To See The Bright Lights Tonight (1974)
High up above the crowd The great Valerio is walking The rope seems hung from cloud to cloud And time stands still while he is walking His eye is steady on the target His foot is sure upon the rope Alone and peaceful as a mountain And certain as the mountain slope We falter at the sight We stumble in the mire Fools who think they see the light Prepare to balance on the wire But we learn to watch together, And feed on what we see above Till our hearts turn like the seasons And we are acrobats of love How we wonder, how we wonder Watching far below We would all be that great hero The great Valerio Come all you upstart jugglers Are you really ready yet? Who will help the tightrope walker When he tumbles to the net So come with me to see Valerio As he dances through the air I'm your friend until you use me And then be sure I won't be there How we wonder, how we wonder Watching far below We would all be that great hero The great Valerio |
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from Richard & Linda Thompson - I Want To See The Bright Lights Tonight (1974)
This cruel country has driven me down Teased me and lied, teased me and lied I've only sad stories to tell to this town My dreams have withered and died Once I was bending the tops of the trees Kind words in my ear, kind faces to see Then I struck up with a boy from the west Played run and hide, played run and hide Count one to ten and he's gone with the rest My dreams have withered and died Silver moon sail up and silver moon shine On the waters so wide, waters so wide Steal from the bed of some good friend of mine My dreams are withered and died If I was a butterfly, live for a day I could be free, just blowing away This cruel country has driven me down Teased me and lied, teased me and lied I've only sad stories to tell to this town My dreams have withered and died |
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from Richard Thompson - Small Town Romance [live] (1984)
I know the way that I feel about you
I'm never gonna run away, I'm never gonna run away Never knew the way when I lived without you I'm never gonna run away, I'm never gonna run away I came to you when no one could hear me I'm sick and weary of being alone Empty streets and hungry faces The world's no place when you're on your own A heart needs a home Some people say that I should forget you But I'm never gonna be a fool, I'm never gonna be a fool Better life, they say if I'd never met you But I'm never gonna be a fool, no, I'm never gonna be a fool Tongues talk fire and eyes cry rivers Indian givers, hearts of stone Paper ships and painted faces The world's no place when you're on your own A heart needs a home |
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from Richard Thompson - Small Town Romance [live] (1984)
I'm beating my retreat
Back home to you I'm beating my retreat Back home to you I'm burning all my bridges I'm burning all my bridges I'm burning all my bridges I'm running back home to you I'm trailing my colors Back home to you I'm trailing my colors Back home to you This world is filled with sadness This world is filled with sadness This world is filled with sadness I'm running back home to you I'll follow the drum Back home to you I'll follow the drum Back home to you There was no joy in my leaving There was no joy in my leaving There was no joy in my leaving I'm running back home to you |
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from Richard Thompson - Small Town Romance [live] (1984)
See the boys out walking
The boys, they look so fine Dressed up in green velvet Their silver buckles shine Soon they?ll be bleary eyed Under a keg of wine Down where the drunkards roll Down where the drunkards roll See that lover standing Staring at the ground He?s looking for the real thing Lies were all he found You can get the real thing It will only cost a pound Down where the drunkards roll Down where the drunkards roll There goes a troubled woman She dreams a troubled dream She lives out on the highway She keeps her money clean Soon she?ll be returning To the place where she?s the queen Down where the drunkards roll Down where the drunkards roll You can be a gambler Who never drew a hand You can be a sailor Who never left dry land You can be Lord Jesus All the world will understand Down where the drunkards roll Down where the drunkards roll |
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from Richard Thompson - Small Town Romance [live] (1984)
It seems like a lifetime since I saw you
Lover lover I've been away too long When I see lovers holding hands and sighing I hang my head for shame of doing wrong Bus wheels spinning, song birds singing break my heart Take me back to old remembered days Remind me of the times we spent together Times before we went our separate ways I wish I was a fool for you again I wish I was a fool for you again I wish I was a fool for you again I'm sorry for the things I've said, the things I've done I'm sorry for the restless thief I've been Please don't make me pay for my deceiving heart Just turn up your lamp and let me in I wish I was a fool for you again I wish I was a fool for you again I wish I was a fool for you again I wish I was a fool for you again I wish I was a fool for you again I wish I was a fool for you again I wish I was a fool for you again I wish I was a fool for you again I wish I was a fool for you again I wish I was a fool for you again I wish I was a fool for you again |
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from Richard Thompson - Small Town Romance [live] (1984)
O who will remember, o who will be sure
And still feel the silence as close as before And was there a season without any rain, And never, o never, o never again? The time for dividing and no-one will speak Of the sadness of hiding, and the softness of sleep O will there be nothing of peace 창??till the end, Or never, o never, o never again? Old man how you tarry, old man how you weep The trinkets you carry and the garlands you keep For the salt tears of lovers and the whispers of friends Come never, o never, o never again |
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from Richard Thompson - Small Town Romance [live] (1984)
High up above the crowd
The great Valerio is walking The rope seems hung from cloud to cloud And time stands still while he is walking His eye is steady on the target His foot is sure upon the rope Alone and peaceful as a mountain And certain as the mountain slope We falter at the sight We stumble in the mire Fools who think they see the light Prepare to balance on the wire But we learn to watch together And feed on what we see above 'Till our hearts turn like the seasons And we are acrobats of love How we wonder, how we wonder Watching far below We would all be that great hero The great Valerio Come all you upstart jugglers Are you really ready yet? Who will help the tightrope walker When he tumbles to the net So come with me to see Valerio As he dances through the air I'm your friend until you use me And then be sure I won't be there How we wonder, how we wonder Watching far below We would all be that great hero The great Valerio |
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from Richard Thompson - Mirror Blue (1994)
I was nineteen when I came to town
They called it the Summer of Love They were burning babies, burning flags The hawks against the doves I took a job in the steamie Down on Cauldrum Street And I fell in love with a laundry girl Who was working next to me Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing So fine a breath of wind might blow her away She was a lost child, oh she was running wild She said, "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay And you wouldn't want me any other way" Brown hair zig-zag around her face And a look of half-surprise Like a fox caught in the headlights There was animal in her eyes She said, "Young man, oh can't you see I'm not the factory kind If you don't take me out of here I'll surely lose my mind" Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing So fine that I might crush her where she lay She was a lost child, she was running wild She said, "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay And you wouldn't want me any other way" We busked around the market towns And picked fruit down in Kent And we could tinker lamps and pots And knives wherever we went And I said that we might settle down Get a few acres dug Fire burning in the hearth and babies on the rug She said "Oh man, you foolish man It surely sounds like hell You might be Lord of half the world You'll not own me as well" Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing So fine a breath of wind might blow her away She was a lost child, oh she was running wild She said, "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay And you wouldn't want me any other way" We was camping down the Gower one time The work was pretty good She thought we shouldn't wait for the frost And I thought maybe we should We was drinking more in those days And tempers reached a pitch And like a fool I let her run With the rambling itch Oh the last I heard she's sleeping rough Back on the Derby beat White Horse in her hip pocket And a wolfhound at her feet And they say she even married once A man named Romany Brown But even a gypsy caravan Was too much settling down And they say her flower is faded now Hard weather and hard booze But maybe that's just the price You pay for the chains you refuse Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing And I miss her more than ever words could say If I could just taste all of her wildness now If I could hold her in my arms today Well I wouldn't want her any other way |
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from Richard Thompson - Mirror Blue (1994)
In my nightmare everything's wrong
I'm waiting for love, but you come along You smile, you wave, you great me, Ciao! But you seem too happy to see me somehow Then the sky falls in on my head Your nails grow long, your eyes turn red You say, forever dear and a day You promise you're never going to go away And my feet won't move when I run the other way [Chorus] I can't wake up to save my life I can't wake up to save my life In my nightmare you forgive me The cruellest gift you could ever give me You say that you understand me now But your eyes say, brother, I'll get you somehow Then the lightning streaks across the room You smell like something fresh from the tomb You squeeze too hard, you iinsist on kissing When it seems like half your face is missing And your hair's turned into reptiles hissing [Chorus] Things I done make my dreams go bad Like Borstal boys coming home to Dad What ye reap so shall ye sow Now shake me, wake me, go man go [Chorus] |
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from Richard Thompson - Mirror Blue (1994)
Let me rock you in my arms
I'll hold you safe and small A refugee from the Seraphim In your rich girl rags and all Did your dreams die young? Were they too hard won? Did you reach too high and fall? And there is no rest for the ones God blessed And he blessed you best of all Your eyes seem from a different face They've seen that much that soon Your cheek too cold, too pale to shine Like an old and waning moon And there is no peace, no true release No secret place to crawl And there is no rest for the ones God blessed And he blessed you best of all If tears unshed could heal your heart If words unsaid could sway Then watch you melt into the night With Adieu, and rue the day Did your dreams die young? Were they too hard won? Did you reach too high and fall? And there is no rest for the ones God blessed And he blessed you best of all |
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from Richard Thompson - You? Me? Us? (1996)
Here I am in your room going through your stuff
Said you'd be gone five minutes, that's time enough Here in your drawer there's lacy things Old credit cards and beads and bangles and rings But I think I've found what I'm looking for Hidden away at the back of the drawer Here's the life that you led before Old photographs of the life you led Arm in arm with Mr. X why and Z Old boyfriends big and small Got to see how I measure up to them all There is a place we all must start love Who were you holding in that fond embrace I've found a door into your heart love And do you still feel the warmth of cold kisses? Here I am behind enemy lines Looking for secrets, looking for signs Old boyfriends, big and small Got to see how I measure up to them all This one's handsome, not too bright This one's clever with his hands alright Tougher than me if it came to a fight And this one's a poet, a bit of a wet Bit of a gypsy, a bit of a threat I wonder if she's got over him yet Old passions frozen in the second Who were you holding in that fond embrace Hearts have a past that must be reckoned And do you still feel the warmth of cold kisses? Time to put the past away That's your footstep in the street I'd say Tie the ribbon back around it Everything just the way I found it And I can hear you turn the key And my head's buried when you see me In a Margaret Miller mystery And do you still feel the warmth of cold kisses? Do you still feel the warmth of cold kisses? |
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from Richard Thompson - You? Me? Us? (1996)
If that was our goodbye kiss
Seems a habit too good to miss Once more for the memory Hit the heights too well that time To leave it there would be a crime Seems more like beginning to me At least we tried, took the biggest bite Least we did it right With all our souls and all our might Blue murder on the dance floor, French kisses in the rain Blood wedding in the water till I see you again Dutch courage is the game and the ghost of you walks The ghost of you walks, the ghost of you walks The ghost of you walks right through my head Sleepwalks at the foot of my bed Sends old shivers over my skin Love like that, won't let go It's got some kind of a mind of its own I can't break out and I can't break in At least we lived, took it all at a rush At least we loved too much Felt too much, cared too much Blue murder on the dance floor, French kisses in the rain Blood wedding in the water till I see you again Dutch courage is the game and the ghost of you walks The ghost of you walks, the ghost of you walks |
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from Fairport Convention - Meet On The Ledge: The Classic Years (1967-1975) (2000)
If she knew what I've seen while I'm watching Would she know where to smile, what to say? When she leaves from her book to be with me Where's her mind as she stands while I play? She left behind names in the pages And the time she took out, they stayed in Now she thinks that she maybe should tell them Of my book and the places she's been Now she's looking at me while I'm writing Does she know where to smile, what to say? When she leaves from her book to be with me What's she thinking about while I play |
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from Fairport Convention - Meet On The Ledge: The Classic Years (1967-1975) (2000)
Farewell, farewell to you who would hear You lonely travellers all The cold north wind will blow again The winding road does call And will you never return to see Your bruised and beaten sons? "Oh, I would, I would, if welcome I were For they love me, every one" And will you never cut the cloth Or drink the light to be? And can you never swear a year To anyone of we? "No, I will never cut the cloth Or drink the light to be But I'll swear a year to one who lies Asleep along side of me" Farewell, farewell to you who would hear You lonely travellers all The cold north wind will blow again The winding road does call |
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from Fairport Convention - Meet On The Ledge: The Classic Years (1967-1975) (2000)
My father he rides in your ships And I know he would never mean harm But to see both sides of a quarrel Is to judge without hate or love Oh, oh, helpless and slow And you don't have anywhere to go You take away homes from the homeless And leave them to die in the cold The gypsy who begged for your presents He will laugh in your face when you're old Oh, oh, helpless and slow And you don't have anywhere to go Well, one man he drinks up his whiskey Another he drinks up his wine And they'll drink till their eyes are red with hate For those of a different kind Oh, oh, helpless and slow And you don't have anywhere to go When the rivers run thicker than trouble I'll be there at your side in the flood It was all I could do to keep myself >From taking revenge of blood Oh, oh, helpless and slow And you don't have anywhere to go Oh, oh, helpless and slow And you don't have anywhere to go |
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from Fairport Convention - Meet On The Ledge: The Classic Years (1967-1975) (2000)
We used to say That come the day We'd all be making songs Or finding better words These ideas never lasted long The way is up Along the road The air is growing thin Too many friends who tried Were blown off this mountain with the wind Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge When my time is up I'm gonna see all my friends Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge If you really mean it, it all comes round again Yet now I see I'm all alone But that's the only way to be You'll have your chance again Then you can do the work for me Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge When my time is up I'm gonna see all my friends Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge If you really mean it, it all comes round again Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge When my time is up I'm gonna see all my friends Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge If you really mean it, it all comes round again |
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from Fairport Convention - Meet On The Ledge: The Classic Years (1967-1975) (2000)
When the stone is grown too cold to kneel
In crystal waters I'll be bound Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel Now be thankful for good things below Now be thankful to your maker For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know When the fire is grown too fierce to breathe In burning irons I'll be bound Fierce as fire weary to the sounds upon the wheel Now be thankful for good things below Now be thankful to your maker For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know When the stone is grown too cold to kneel In crystal waters I'll be bound Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel Now be thankful for good things below Now be thankful to your maker For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know |
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from Fairport Convention - Meet On The Ledge: The Classic Years (1967-1975) (2000)
Rise for the hangman
His pleasure is that you should rise He's the judge and the jury At the jester's assize Poor Will on the gallows tree Never a cruel word did say Oh that a good man Should be treated this way Run to me mother of anyone's child And tell me the revelry planned Judges and barristers, clerks at the law His show is the best in the land Here's a toast to the Jolly Hangman He'll hang you the best that he can Here's a toast to the Jolly No purse for a ??? No true love come over the stile The debt of a poor man He'll pay in awhile Poor ladies, poor gentleman Born of a sorry degree Will you laugh with the hangman When he comes for his fee? Run to me mother of anyone's child And tell me the revelry planned Judges and barristers, clerks at the law His show is the best in the land Here's a toast to the Jolly Hangman He'll hang you the best that he can Here's a toast to the Jolly Rise for the hangman His pleasure is that you should rise He's the judge and the jury At the jester's assize |
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from Fairport Convention - Meet On The Ledge: The Classic Years (1967-1975) (2000)
Just a roll, just a roll Just a roll on your drum Just a roll, just a roll And the war has begun Now the right thing's the wrong thing No more excuses to come Just one step at a time And the war has begunShe's run away, she's run away And she ran so bitterly Now call to your colours, friend Don't you call to meDon't you cry, don't you cry Don't you cry upon the sea Don't you cry, don't you cry For your lady and me |
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from Fairport Convention - Meet On The Ledge: The Classic Years (1967-1975) (2000)
Take the sun from my heart Let me learn to despise I'll show you another who cannot tell lies The blind man can't see Who demands to his eyes I'll show you another who sings as he cries I cannot be whole As the beggar who sighs I'll show you another who knows as he dies |
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from Fairport Convention - Meet On The Ledge: The Classic Years (1967-1975) (2000)
Someone told me there's a grace that leads you straight from place to place
And you always leave the road behind you You don't need your horses shod, just a dowser and his rod Leave your mistress, she won't need to find you Oh please, journeyman, help me on my way Oh please, help me please, I won't be afraid Oh please, journeyman, help me on my way Oh please, help me please, I won't be afraid Leave my weary flesh and bone to a circle made of stone Take me to the mountains for my pleasure And if the dead man won't depart, drive a stake into his heart And let me ere deliver him his leisure When you see the race is run and the dark has just begun Come on with the few and leave the many There you'll find the journeyman with a lantern in his hand He'll show you a good time for a penny |
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from Fairport Convention - Meet On The Ledge: The Classic Years (1967-1975) (2000)
Walk awhile, walk awhile,
walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree One hand in your mouth and your finger in your eye Undertakers bow their heads as you go walking by Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Here comes another Sunday, ringing on the bell And here comes a wounded child, another tale to tell Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Bring along," the brewer said, bring the cuckoo tree Bring your lady mother along to keep us company Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Two miles down the road, Henry Tompkins wife Three miles down the road and he's running for his life Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree |
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| from Richard Thompson - Watehing The Dark (2000) | |||||
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