1. |
Maybe It's Me
03:50
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Last night on the wireless
Heard the warning,
The BBC said Wall Street
Was falling;
Ain't no use in running
Or striking,
Got no job to go to
In the morning:
Well the nights are dark and lonely
I lie awake in bed
Get up in the morning
With the fear in my head...
CHO: Maybe it's me only feeling down
Maybe it'll all work out right
Maybe it's me only feeling down
Maybe everything's gonna be alright.
Ellen, have you heard the rumour
From the boundary?
There ain't no wheels-a-turning
At the foundry;
Got the bitter taste of failure
Deep inside me
I can almost smell the panic
All around me:
Well the nights are dark and lonely
I lie awake in bed
Get up in the morning
With the fear in my head...
CHO: Maybe it's me only feeling down
Maybe it'll all work out right
Maybe it's me only feeling down
Maybe everything's gonna be alright.
[With thanks to Inbar Grinstein for the transcription]
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2. |
I Felt Like A Kid Again
02:49
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I felt like a kid again
Trying to avoid your eyes
That feeling of warm ache in my gut, and
Overdue surprise
For days and ages I lost touch and
Seemed to be a man
Oh now, I felt like a kid again
Maybe I still am
Yeah, I met a girl tonight
Who really knew how to talk
Like a human being, naked and real
Just learning how to walk
Her mind had learned to stand quite still
But her eyes knew how to dance, oh now
I met a girl tonight
Maybe I still got a chance
I have felt like nothing but a whirlwind
Blowing in a sterile maze
And time has seemed like a barren year
Of futile empty days
And I have loved like a wasted monk
In chaos while he prays
But I met a girl tonight
Showed me it was just a phase
(On now, yes she showed me
Just a phase, now, just a phase, now)
I felt like a kid again
Trying to avoid your eyes
That feeling of warm ache in my gut, and
Overdue surprise
Your mind had learned to stand quite still
But your eyes knew how to dance, mama
I felt like a kid again
Maybe I still got a chance
(Wow, yeah
Maybe I still got a chance)
I felt like a kid again
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3. |
Lonely Felicity
05:34
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4. |
Sweet Black Angel
03:40
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He was always either posing of faking
Like some little boy lost in the world
He set all the teenagers aching
and broke the heart of every boy and the girl
He already lived in some danger
And for some reason that I just can't see
He fell in love with a sweet black angel
Down in Brixton Market SE3*
From South Kent country up to Cleveland
There were good times in every town
He never much wanted to leave them
But he couldn't stop moving around
He lives his life like a stranger now
And that's the way that he wants it to be
Ever since he fell in love with the sweet black angel
And he says I've got it coming to me
I'm in love with the Sweet Black Angel
And I know he's cominig after me
I've got a friend in Borstal
I've got a friend next door
I've got a friend in my own double bed
I've got a real friend in the law
I've got a friend in Jesus
But we're just good friends you see
I'm in love with the Sweet Black Angel
I know he's coming after me
I'm in love with the Sweet Black Angel
I know he's coming after me
I'm in love with the Sweet Black Angel...
I know he's coming after me
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5. |
You Turn Me On
04:07
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Don't get me wrong - I just met you
But you turn me on in one hell of a way
And I just don't don't want to forget you
Love to see your face another day
You turn me on, you turn me on
You just turn me on
To see you again with no showdown
And stand beside your fire is all I want
You got your friend - I got the lowdown
But even talking to you turns me on
You turn me on, you turn me on
You just turn me on
I don't want no heavy situation
Getting high on you is all I need
With some guys it's just infatuation
But I have seen you eyes and I believe
The room is dark, the floor is empty
And you're in a corner on your own
Shall I come on up and say how I'm feeling
Or will I just follow you home ?
You turn me on, you turn me on
You just turn me on.
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6. |
The Golden Mile
04:07
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I’ll never really change enough to make it all worthwhile
I don’t want to play those games of love, you know it’s not my style
I was always the freewheeling kind. Now I’m falling and I know the signs
(But you’ll just end up the hooked one brother)
I can see it coming by a mile.
You’re more convincing than Scarlett O’Hara on a moonlight mile
I wanna put between us ten Saharas – pick up the phone and dial
Always had an independent mind. Now I’m crawling and I’m out of time
(Don’t go telling us your hard luck stories)
I ain’t gonna cross the danger line
I wanna fly on a supersonic
Look through the peepshows on the Golden Mile
Take a slow boat to Peking, do my own thing
Love ‘em and leave ‘em in my usual style
You’re more convincing than the star performers of stage and screen
Wearing the look that all the nice girls wear on the centre pages of a magazine
You can blow till your dreams run out. I’m only in love when the light goes out
(Don’t go telling us your hard luck stories)
I ain’t gonna cross the danger line
I wanna fly on a supersonic
Look through the peepshows on the Golden Mile, take a
Slow boat to Peking, do my own thing
Love ‘em and leave ‘em in my usual style
I wanna fly on a supersonic
Look through the peepshows on the Golden Mile, take a
Slow boat to Peking, do my own thing
Love ‘em and leave ‘em in my usual style
I wanna fly on a supersonic and wave it bye bye (too high to fly)
I wanna go on a roller coaster and cover the sky (No one ever really changed the world)
I wanna fly on a supersonic. I wanna wave it bye bye (wave it all bye bye)
I wanna go on a roller coaster and cover the sky
(And the time will come you will agree)
Nobody is gonna walk the Golden Mile with me
With me.
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7. |
The Whitby Two-Step
01:58
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What a Summer,
1940
See the girls' knees
Naughty, naughty:
Dab of hair cream
On the temple,
Just a wink there -
Keep it simple;
Maxie Miller
Phyllis Diller
Topped the bill
On Saturdays:
See the sea-spray
Where the gulls play,
Pack the stalls in the old Palais...
CHO: Daddy will do his Burton's hat-trick,
Three crates on the bus;
Thanks to Mummy, Uncle Reggie's
Quite becoming one of us,
Reggie's quite becoming one of us.
Now you're dancing
And romancing
Fred Astaire
And the silver cane,
Glide around your
Next-door-neighbour,
Take a trip
Down Memory Lane;
Maxie Miller
Phyllis Diller
Topped the bill
On Saturdays:
You and me we're
Ten years older,
But these faces never change...
CHO: Daddy will do the Whitby two-step
In his funny old way,
Uncle Reggie's cheek-to-cheeking
With his latest fiancee -
We did the Whitby Two-Step in our day...
[With thanks to Inbar Grinstein for the transcription]
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8. |
Give Us A Break
02:57
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The many years that you have had me
Some went well and most went badly
That was nothing new
Lie in bed and think back sadly
Days we loved each other madly
Vanished in the blue
I come back home when I've been drinking
Tired and dirty, drunk and stinking
Broke and bitter, too
Shoot my mouth off without thinking
You just take it without blinking
Like you always do
Give us a break, that's all I ask
Won't you forgive me and try to bear with me
I've stolen just about everything that you could give me
So give us a break, that's all I ask...
Tried to work and sometimes made it
Ran in debt and sometimes paid it
Jobs came far and few
Thought of moving, then delayed it
Bit by bit our prospects faded
Always making do
Round the bookies, at the boozers
Drink my wages, back the losers
Still no change for you
Rent and tax men all but choke us
Hocked my raincoat at the brokers
To raise a bob or two
Give us a break, that's all I ask
People have used us, and creditors sued us
But beggars like us just can't be choosers
Give us a break, that's all I ask
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9. |
The Creed
04:10
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I believe in Space the father
Everywhere and on and further
Outer space, the God creator
Inner space, the innovator.
Space that threw us into time
Space that isn't yours or mine
Each soul's an eternal line
Trace your course and lose your mind
Space that humans subdivide
Just so they won't see their size
Space that cannot be defined
Space impassive, space sublime.
I believe in those that know it
Live within it, watch below it
Sense and hold and know and flow it
Painters, preachers, tramps and poets
Buried in your daily lives
Buried like a butterfly.
I believe in water flowing
Flying, playing, parting, growing
Seas to channels, rivers, streams
Inward through your hearts and dreams
Water flowing through my hand
Water I can understand
Water making no demands
Water smiling, giving land
Water does not cheat or lie
Or sell or buy or take a side
Water is an answer why
Water simple, ageless, wise
I believe in ocean water
Moon of grace, the ocean's daughter
Ocean stretching to the sky
A dab of blue in a painter's eye
Only hers are undefiled
The sailor and the ocean child.
I sing my song to laughter lines
To past and future better times
To paradox, and meetings chance
And whoever was the god of dance
To circles, for they have no end
Unless that circle's one of friends
To those who find their dreams as real
As government or British Steel.
To the man who said he fought the war
And failed to see the things he saw
The Samaritan upon the road
Who stopped and didn't steal my clothes
To junkies trying not to die
Buried by the sacred 'why'
To admirals without a fleet
To everyone with aching feet
To beautiful losers everywhere
My song is yours, my cupboard bare.
[With thanks to Inbar Grinstein for the transcription]
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10. |
When I Set Eyes On You
02:36
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11. |
The Family Song
04:14
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If the winter has caught you on the low
And the sun ain't the same one that you know
And your mind is getting worried by the cold
And your happiness seems fading and old
Then we'll all get together again
And sit in a circle in the wind and the rain
With our friends all beside us to hold back the pain
And we'll sing to the sun, and the sun.... will come again
If the head you've held so high up to the stars
Is hurt by growing thoughts of ageing hours
And the song that we sang seems incomplete
And the dance that swayed so free just hurts your feet
Then we'll all get together again
And sit in a circle in the wind and the rain
With our friends all beside us to hold back the pain
And we'll sing to the sun, and the sun.... will come again
If you're losing track of all the hopes we had
And your dreams are turning frightening and bad
And you feel you've failed, your head is bowed in shame
Oh well don't you know, that we've all felt just the same
For the world is full of trials to overcome
And I believe that the song will sound again
And even louder when we've won
Then we'll all get together again
And sit in a circle in the wind and the rain
With our friends all beside us to hold back the pain
And we'll sing to the sun, and the sun.... will come again
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12. |
The Lap Of Luxury
02:55
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I try to dance and have to walk, I try to sing and have to hold it.
My love cries hard inside a cage and broken wings cannot control it
I have my heaven and my hell, I know one road and my road only
I am the old man and the child and you should know it can be lonely.
Live my life
On a knife
Well I know you're concerned
But let me live my life by my insanity
And on my own head let it be
Just give me love.
(I meet a wall and try to scale it)
(it's a pointless game and yet I play it)
I watch the world turn round and round, but it's my world too, I'm a human being
No truth or lies behind your eyes, the only truth is what you're seeing.
Why can't we
Simply be?
Well I know you're concerned
But let me live my life by my insanity
And on my own head let it be
Just give me love.
The old man turned unto the child and took his hand and led him slowly
Through the clouds and the stormy seas, to God, creator, one and holy
The child he wept for sunny fields, he wept for love and for tomorrow
And knowing that the child was he, the old man wept for joy and sorrow.
Well I know you're concerned
You have a right to be, you're my brother
But let me live my life by my insanity
And on my own head let it be
Just give me love.
[With thanks to Inbar Grinstein for the transcription]
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14. |
Poor Old Sailor
03:55
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Sailor were there sunny seas,
Did fish swim by in symphonies,
or perched upon the mizzen did you see
the cormorant and gannets flight
and whales of blue and pearls of white
and silver sails at glorious height
and league on league of sea?
Will you ever know again the strength that swims the blood of sailormen?
You are exiled from the sunny sea,
You are old and still remain to be a sailor.
Poor old sailor, poor old...
As you wound your way through a thousand lands
Shook a thousand different coloured hands,
took a thousand women contraband you were every inch the part
And you watched them die beneath your chest
Where all your women come to rest
With a tattoo for your very best encrusted on your heart.
Oh will you ever sense again the love that fills the bones of sailor men
You are exiled from the open waves
And anchored to your grave remain a sailor.
Poor old sailor, poor old...
Now you sit and waste defaced and old
You are put to bed and fed and told
They display you like a fossil that is washed up on the shore
Well you always were a roving man
And you couldn't stand too long on land,
But they haven't let you lift a hand for twenty years or more
Oh will you ever know again the love that fills the hearts of sailor men
You anchored to your plot of land
Where they never even understand a sailorman.
A sailorman, you're just a...
Poor old sailor,
Poor old boy.
(Transcription courtesy of Inbar Grinstein)
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15. |
Love Rules
03:43
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Baby come down to my home town, it’s really fantastic
I’ve got a garden on the windowsill, daffodil made of real plastic
We could have a ball, write on a wall you over me girl
I never had a way with words you know, but I mean well
When I say
Love rules okay
Love rules okay
It’s easy to say, hey
Love rules okay
Baby come back to me folks flat, creep in the attic
Ear to the door, hear me dad snore, bet he’s palatic
I’m looking for the bag where the old slag stashes his whiskey
You could have a drag, read a nice mag, live a bit risky. Wotcha!
Love rules okay
Love rules okay
It’s easy to say, hey
Love rules okay
Wanna look down on the whole town, listen to Otis?
Never go back to the factory, hand in your notice
Well I never had a way with birds, I’m no Valentino
Well I never had a way with words, you know what I mean though
When I say
Love rules okay
Love rules okay
And it’s easy to say, hey
Love rules okay
I’m a home spun boy
Love rules okay
Love rules okay
And it’s easy to say, hey
Love rules okay
I said love rules okay
Okay?
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16. |
You Are The Fire
03:47
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17. |
Good Time Music
03:06
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18. |
Fly
04:45
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Hereward Kaye Haywards Heath, UK
Singer/Songwriter, Musical Theatre Composer & Lyricist, Scriptwriter.
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