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How high the gulls fly
O'er Ilay How sad the farm lad deep in play Felt like a grain on your sand How well the sheep's bell music makes Roving the cliff when fancy takes Felt like a tide left me here How blessed the forest with birdsong How neat the cut peat laid so long Felt like a seed on your land |
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| 2. |
| 6:10 |
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A Saturday night
It feels like a Sunday in some ways If you had any sense You'd maybe go ‘way for a few days Be that as it may You can't only say you were lonely You are but a young girl Working your way thru the phoneys Cafe on, milk gone Such a sad light unfading Yourself you touch But not too much You hear it's degrading The flowers on your stockings Wilting away in the midnight The book you are reading Is one man's opinion of moonlight Your skin is so white You'd like maybe to go to bed soon Just closing your eyes If you're to rise up before noon High heels, car wheels All the losers are groovin' Your dream, strange scene Images are movin' Your friends they are all making A pop star or two every evening And you know that scene backwards, They can't see the patterns they're weaving Your friends they're all models But you soon got over that one You sit in your one room A little brought down in London Cafe on, milk gone Such a sad light unfading Yourself you touch But not too much You've heard it's degrading A Saturday night It feels like a Sunday in some ways If you had any sense You'd maybe go ‘way for a few days Be that as it may You can't only say you were lonely You are but a young girl And you're working your way thru the phoneys |
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| 3:05 |
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The lock upon my garden gate's a snail, that's what it is
The lock upon my garden gate's a snail, that's what it is First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is The caterpillar sheds his skin to find a butterfly within Caterpillar sheds his skin to find a butterfly within First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain Oh Juanita, oh Juanita, oh Juanita, I call your name (Ah) Oh, The snow will be a blin- ding sight to see, as it lies on yonder hillside. The lock upon my garden gate's a snail, that's what it is The lock upon my garden gate's a snail, that's what it is Caterpillar sheds his skin to find a butterfly within Caterpillar sheds his skin to find a butterfly within First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is First there is a mountain |
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| 4. |
| 3:28 |
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I dwell in the north in the green country,
Far I'm here, far I'm here And I take to my rest at the end of day, Whilst o'erhead pretty stars do play. And then I dream along, Then I make a song About everything that I've known and felt, And it makes my sadness melt Then I wake up in the funny old kind of day, The rain has gone away, Watching the children sing and play In the garden and the roadway. Up comes a little one singing a song About a friend she knows called Rosie. Off to the greenwood you must go, bring-a me one fine posie. All of a sudden I'm light as air, I feel sad as a butterfly. Oh, I dwell with my pride and my songs and things Wearily, oh so wearily And I dream of the girl with the sunshine eye Sundaily, whatever she may be. And then I dream along Then I make a song About everything that I've known and felt And it makes my sadness melt. Then I wake up in the funny old kind of day, The rain has gone away Watching the children sing and play In the garden and the roadway Up comes a little one singing a song About a friend she knows called Rosie. Off to the greenwood you must go, bring-a me one fine posie. All of a sudden I'm light as air, I feel sad as a butterfly. Oh, I dwell in the north in the green country, Far I'm here, far I'm here And I dream of the girl with the sunshine eye Sundaily, whatever she may be. And then I dream along, And then I make a song About everything that I've known and felt, And it makes my sadness melt. |
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| 5:15 |
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Here I stand acting like a silly clown would,
I don't know why Would anybody like to try The changes I'm going through ? A hidden lie would fortify Something that don't exist But it ain't so bad, I'm just a lad, So many more things to do, I intend to come right through them all with you. My songs are merely dreams visiting my mind We talk a while by a crooked stile, You're lucky to catch a few. There's no magic wand in a perfumed hand, It's a pleasure to be true. In my crystal halls a feather falls Being beautiful just for you But that might not be quite true, that's up to you. Dawn crept in unseen to find me still awake A strange young girl sang her songs for me And left 'fore the day was born. That dark princess with saddening jest She lowered her eyes of woe, And I felt her sigh, I wouldn't like to try The changes she's going through But I hope love comes right through them all with you. |
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| 6. |
| 3:24 |
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He will bring happiness in a pipe,
He'll ride away on his silver bike And apart from that he'll be so kind In consenting to blow your mind. Fly Translove Airways, get you there on time. Fly Translove Airways, get you there on time. He will bring orchids for my lady, The perfume will be of an excellent style And apart from that he'll be so kind In consenting to blow your mind. Fly Translove Airways, get you there on time. Fly Translove Airways, get you there on time. He will bring happiness in a pipe, He'll-a ride away on his silver bike And apart from that he'll be so kind In consenting to blow your mind. Fly Jefferson Airplane, get you there on time. Fly Jefferson Airplane, get you there on time. He will bring happiness in a pipe, He'll ride away on his silver bike And apart from that he'll be so kind In consenting to blow your mind. Fly Translove Airways, get you there on time. Fly Translove Airways, get you there on time. We'll be flying at an altitude of thirty-nine thousand feet Captain High at your service. |
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| 7. |
| 2:46 |
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From the album sunshine superman
Guinevere of the royal court of Arthur Draped in white velvet, silk and lace. The rustle of her gown on the marble staircase, Sparkles on fingers, slender and pale. The jester he sleeps but the raven he peeps Through the dark foreboding skies of the royal domain. Maroon-coloured wine from the vineyards of Charlemagne Is sipped by the queen's lips and so gently Indigo eyes in the flickering candlelight, Such is the silence o'er royal Camelot. The jester he sleeps but the raven he peeps Through the dark foreboding skies of the royal domain. Guinevere of the royal court of Arthur Draped in white velvet, silk and lace. The rustle of her gown on the marble staircase, Sparkles on her fingers both slender and pale. The jester he sleeps but the raven he peeps Through the dark foreboding skies of the royal domain. |
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| 8. |
| 3:35 | 
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| 9. |
| 5:04 |
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From the album best of donovan ii
I'm preachin' love Straight from above I know what to do, yes I do. Well, I'm breathing love Straight from above I mean about what I said. Well, I understand my congregation Is made about the finer sex. Well, I don't know about any segregation - Anyone may read the text. All I do Is study you In your natural habitat. And as I do I find that you Are all worth saving at that. Get around the world and listen Life is love is life And when you see the teardrops glisten I'll have it from trouble and strife. Well, I like to be beside the sea Diggin' where we came or what for. Well, I think that we Were meant to be That is all I ever saw, oh, oh. Oh, I feel so exhilarated, yeah In love with love, with love. I'm never explicated I just can tell you're enough. That's right, yeah. Well, I'm preachin' love Straight from above I may know to her what I heard. Well, I'm breathing love Straight from above I mean about what I said. Well, I understand my congregation Is made about the finer sex. Well, I don't know about any segregation - Anyone may read the text. Well, I like to be beside the sea Diggin' where we came or what for. Well, I think that we Were meant to be That is all I ever saw, oh, oh. Oh well I feel so exhilarated, yeah In love with love, with love. I'm never explicated I just can tell you're enough. Preachin' love, preachin' love Preachin' love, preachin' love Preachin' love, preachin' love I know what to be true, yes I do, oh yeah. |
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| 3:08 |
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Spring has showered frae a drip
Splash and trickle running, Plant has flowered in the sand Shell and pebble sunning; So begins another spring, Green leaves under berries, Chiff-chaff eggs are painted by Mother bird eating cherries In the misty, tangled sky, Fast a wind is blowing In a new born rabbit's heart River life is flowing So begins another spring, Green leaves under berries, Chiff-chaff eggs are painted by Mother bird eating cherries From the dark and wetted soil, Petals are unfolding From the stony village >Kirke< Easter bells of old ring So begins another spring, Green leaves under berries, Chiff-chaff eggs are painted by Mother bird eating cherries Spring has flowered frae a drip, Slash and trickle running Plant has flowered in the sun Shell and pebble sunning So begins another spring Green leaves under berries, Chiff-chaff eggs are painted by Mother bird eating cherries |
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| 4:31 |
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From the album mellow yellow
The days of wine and roses are distant days for me. I dream of the last and the next affair and of girls I'll never see. And here I sit, the retired writer in the sun, The retired writer in the sun and I'm blue, The retired writer in the sun. Tonight I trod in the starlight, I excused myself with a grin. I ponder the moon in a silver spoon and the little one 'live within. And here I sit, the retired writer in the sun, The retired writer in the sun. The magazine girl poses on my glossy paper aeroplane Too many years I spent in the City playing with Mr. Loss and Gain. And here I sit, the retired writer in the sun, The retired writer in the sun and I'm blue, The retired writer in the sun. I bathe in the sun of the morning, lemon circles swim in the tea Fishing for time with a wishing line and throwing it back in the sea. And here I sit, the retired writer in the sun, The retired writer in the sun and I'm blue, The retired writer in the sun. |
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| 3:10 |
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| 2:55 |
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| 4:18 |
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I'm just mad about saffron
A-saffron's mad about me I'm-a just mad about saffron She's just mad about me They call me mellow yellow (Quite rightly) They call me mellow yellow (Quite rightly) They call me mellow yellow I'm just mad about fourteen Fourteen's mad about me I'm-a just mad about a-fourteen A-she's just mad about me They call me mellow yellow They call me mellow yellow (Quite rightly) They call me mellow yellow Born-a high forever to fly A-wind-a velocity nil Born-a high forever to fly If you want, your cup I will fill They call me mellow yellow (Quite rightly) They call me mellow yellow (Quite rightly) They call me mellow yellow So mellow yellow Electrical banana Is gonna be a sudden craze Electrical banana Is bound to be the very next phase They call it mellow yellow (Quite rightly) They call me mellow yellow (Quite rightly) They call me mellow yellow Yes, saffron, yeah I'm just-a mad about her I'm-a just-a mad about-a saffron She's just mad about me They call it mellow yellow (Quite rightly) They call me mellow yellow (Quite rightly) They call me mellow yellow Oh, so yellow Oh, so mellow |
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