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There coming over Charaton Bridge
Look do you see the man who is poor but rich. What do you wish; and where do you go; who are you; where are you from: Will you tell me your name? Rest awhile; call me your friend. Please stay with me I'd like to help. Then he said, How can I speak when I'm dry and my throat is burning. So bring me aid and I'll answer your doubts. Friend in need I'd like your help Please take me home I'll stay with you. Then he said fair Pantagruel My name is Panurge and I have come from Hell. Look at my friend Look all around you Look at my friend Take all round you. Hey, Friend (Improvised foreign words in middle section) So brotherhood was made as their bond Carried him home and provide for his needs and his shelter; this day was done as no other the like. Faithfully their vow was made and from that day they were as one. Then he said fair Pantagruel My name is Panurge and I have come from Hell. |
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| 2. |
| 4:29 |
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I'm sorry to have been so much of a bore But in my own funny way I find I learn much more. I realise what you think from your eyes, But in your own funny way I find I learn much more. My ways are strange They'll never change They stay, strange ways I'm sorry to have been so close from the start, But for all that I cared we could be miles apart. I understood that you never would Understand a way of life that I never could. My ways are strange They'll never change They stay, strange ways Go your own way or wait for me Go your own way or wait for me Go your own way or wait for me Go your own way or wait for me And so you see what happened to me Since the time when I judged my life in nights and days I realised that my life was lies So you see what I mean with all my funny ways. I'm sorry to have been so much of a bore But in my own funny way I find I learn much more Funny ways, Funny ways, Funny ways, Funny ways. |
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| 3. |
| 7:30 |
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Free from the start - Left to depart - Finding the pleaser and the pain in his art. Lost in the hush - No need to rush - Time waits for him, him who creates with the brush. Colour the brush. High in the air - His dreams are there - Searching for answers he will look everywhere. Thinks he has won - A place in the sun Free from the worries and the ways of everyone. Peel the paint Look underneath You'll see the same, the same old savage beast. Strip the coats The coats of time And find mad eyes and see those sharpened teeth. Nothing's been learned - No nothing at all. Don't be fooled, get up before you fall. Carnal grave Crawling smooth Open flesh and you must let him in. Glass reflects What you are It shows the face, the evil face of sin. |
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| 1:38 | 
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Empty promise broken the path has
not been paved any way Cogs in cogs the machine is being left where it lay Anger and the rising murmur breaks the old circle, the wheel slowly turns around All words saying nothing the air is sour with discontent No returns have been tasted or are they ever sent Slowly burning is the fire, rising murmur breaks the old circle, the wheel slowly turns around Cogs in cogs wheel turning around, The circle tuns around, the changing voices calling circle turns around, the changing voices Slow burning is the fire rising murmur breaks the old circle, the wheel slowly turns around cogs in cogs in wheels in circles slowly turn around |
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| 6. |
| 6:02 |
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The room and street are known
only to me and a few I won't tell nobody A place to meet where no one can tell you what to do I won't tell nobody Here, Awake in sleep Together My time is spent in chains and confusion in my head I don't tell nobody I keep my pains and swallow the harsh tears that I shed I don't tell nobody Here, In reverie Together I find escape in the street, in the house, in the room I become somebody I cast my die and leave all my troubles in the room I become somebody Here, Awake in sleep Together |
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| 7. |
| 4:34 |
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| 8. |
| 7:36 |
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The bell rings
And all things Are calling The days past The play's cast Remember September When we were Together Together Together Schooldays the happy days when we were going nowhere Schooldays the happy time when we were feeling no care Schooldays when three said that we'd better be friends forever How long is ever isn't it strange Schooldays together why do they change. Did kites fly And I spy And you cry To run fast Or come last You know how We made vows They're gone now We made friends We broke friends No more friends Remember, Remember when we Together Went to the sea Was it real or did we dream. The days of children gone. Seagull's scream and pink ice cream and the deep blue sky And the waves seem high and golden sand and the town brass band play on. Wait for me Wait for us always Wait for me Wait for us to come Homework's dull. It's worth the pain to go out when I want Mister Watson wants to see you in the master's room. It's about the work you should have done and I think you must go now. |
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| 9. |
| 4:04 |
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Gather round the village square
Come good people both wretched and fair. See the troubadour play on the drum Hear my songs on the lute that I strum. I will make you laugh, Revel, Merry-dance. Throw your pennies, then you'll hear more of the story-telling half. There's no other chance, Always move on Raconteur, troubadour. Take the face that you see for the man, Clown and minstrel, I am what I am. All my family, not of my kin. Home, wherever, the place that I'm in. Humors give me wage, Favors for my art. Rising, falling Everyone struggle on. All the world's a stage All can play their part. I have chosen Raconteur, troubadour. Dusk is drawing my story is spun, Dawn is falling my day's work is done. Morning, rested I set on my way. Find new faces to offer my play. I will make you laugh, Revel, Merry-dance. Throw your pennies, then you'll hear more of The story-telling half. There's no other chance. Always move on Raconteur-Troubadour. |
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| 4:37 |
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The ship's rising up from the sea to the sky heyeheh Hold on
Just one sorry scream and a desperate cry heyeheh Hold on Their lives pass before them before they die heyeheh -- The sea yawns around like a boiling hell heyeheh hold on And souls disappear with the toll of that bell heyeheh hold on The arms of the sea they are dragging them down heyeheh hold on And sorrows and sins they are lost as they drown heyeheh -- How strange when you think that the sea was their way; And a meaningless death is the price they pay For their living was made from the deep To their people in comfort and keep Keep all their people and places there Never to be seen again, never to be loved and their last embrace -- And the kiss has a salt bitter taste Now all that remains is the deep cruel sea heyeheh hold on And wreckage of things that used to be heyeheh hold on No stone marks the place of that watery grave heyeheh hold on Together they die both the weak and the brave heyeheh hold on The arms of the sea.... etc. |
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| 11. |
| 9:09 |
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Now she sits by the riverside
Watching the waters glide by, With a sigh And the things she put faith in Are ripples just waving her by With a sigh She sees lovers pass by with much more than a kiss Ah this little girl who had everything finds she's nothing at all Now the wind seems so cold Seems all old as it laughs at her fears And her tears And as ducks swim away from her Visions of past love appear In her tears She sees love in his face as she tells him to go, And so here's a girl who had everything now she's Nothing at all What could she do if she saw him now; Now that he's gone she's losing If she could see what she's seeing now For sure she's more than just choosing Now she sits by the riverside Watching the waters glide by, With a sigh And the things she put faith in Are ripples just waving her by, With a sigh She sees lovers pass by with much more than a kiss Ah this little girl who had everything finds She's nothing at all |
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| 12. |
| 5:31 |
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Don't sing a tune to yourself
You might believe this one. Try not to sew it yourself The threading won't stretch none. Don't give me none of that line. Why not? Got to sing something. Love's song there's nothing to find Why not? Dead before playing. Don't sing a tune to yourself You might believe this one Try not to sew it yourself The threading won't stretch none Who says the things that go in The song is only saying. Dead thought can kill a good thing The band is only playing. Don't give me none of that line. Why not? Got to sing something. Love's song there's nothing to find Why not? Dead before playing. Why not climb a hill With someone that hates you Why not hate someone Who climbs a hill with you And as time passes by Your feet start slipping You are wondering why There is no forgetting Don't sing a tune to yourself, You might believe this one Try not to sew it yourself The threading don't stretch none Who says the things that go in The song is only saying Dead thought can kill a good thing The band is only playing Don't give me none of that line Why not? Got to sing something Love's song there's nothing to find Why not? Dead before playing Dead before playing. |
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| 13. |
| 6:45 |
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As I hold the key to the back door
of the world I feel my Hand touching bounds never had before. I can view the power of my position and my eyes can see more than anyone in any place, I'll play the game and never ever lose. I'm the king in fighting competition and the other pieces are there for my art and my tactics now. All my games are won before they're played for I have planned that no opposition can stage a fight I'll play the game and never ever lose. My thoughts never spoken only the visions inside my head the truth never broken within my silent words left unsaid. I will steer the helm of all the nation as the captain take my rewards for all the good I'm doing now, and no words that I'm the knave will alter my philosophy for if any are heard, the games started again I'll never ever lose. |
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| 5:53 |
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Look around my rooms and see the prizes I have showing
Working hard to build my life and plan the way I'm going House and car and pretty wife - they've all been won by knowing All been won by knowing All been won by knowing. Paperwork, white collared shirts - where would we be without them Man of class and quality - I never shout about them Choose my friends for my own ends. You can't succeed without them Can't succeed without them Can't succeed without them. Middleman sees straight ahead and never crosses borders Never understood the artist or the lazy workers The world needs steady men like me to give and take the orders Give and take the orders Give and take the orders. |
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| 3:04 |
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Once three friends
Sweet in sadness Now part of their past In the end Full of gladness Went from class to class |
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You may not have all you want or you need
all that you have has been due to my hand, it can change, it can stay the same, who can say, who can make their claim The situation we are in at this time neither a good one, nor is it so unblest it can change, it can stay the same, I can say, I can make my claim. Hail ........ Hail ........ Hail Unity's strength and all must be as one, confidence in you hope will reflect in me I think everyone not as my nation for you are my people and there must be no change It can change, it can stay the same I can say, I can make my claim Hail ........ Hail ........ Hail Hail to Power and to Glory's way Hail to Power and to Glory's way Hail to Power and to Glory's way Hail to Power and to Glory's way Day by day. You may not have all you want or you need all that you have has been due to my hand, it can change, it can stay the same, who can say, who can make their claim Unity's strength and all must be as one, confidence in you hope will reflect in me I think everyone not as my nation for you are my people and there must be no change It can change, it can stay the same I can say, I can make my claim Hail ........ Hail ........ Hail Hail to Power and to Glory's way Hail to Power and to Glory's way Hail to Power and to Glory's way Hail to Power and to Glory's way Day by day |
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| 4:04 |
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Run, why should I run away
When at the end the only truth certain - One day everyone dies - If only to justify life. Live, I've lived a thousand lives; And anyone is the right, the just life. If I could cry, I'd cry for everyone. Doubts, no doubt, is all I know. There is no fate, there's no luck, what does that show. Showing is proof, but proving is nothing but fear. If I could cry, I'd cry then for everyone. Hope, I've hoped two thousand years, but no one hears, so I've cried, crying vain tears. Always too late, too late to cry, cry for everyone. |
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| 3:48 |
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Isn't it quiet and cold walking
down the street alone? Happened I missed the bus and found I had to walk, alone. What was that? Only me. Hear the echo of my feet Footsteps Are they mine? Hear the echoes of the street. Wished I lived near at hand although I live alone, alone At least I'll find company, so why should I moan, alone? Movement Catch my eye Paper wind across the street Curtains closed Sleepy heads Wrapped together in your beds I used to walk with someone else Didn't seem to notice sights and sounds of the lonely street. I used to talk with someone else Now the only answers are the calls of the night Look at that alley cat winding home to rest, alone Half-past four and daylight shows itself once more Walking all alone Walking all alone |
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| 7:35 |
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Why do you question
When there's no answer told? Plain truth is nothing You can't buy it when it's sold Save all your money And they won't reason why Why all the worry? They'll spend it when you die Don't look for something Plain truth is nothing, nothing but the plain truth Don't look for something Plain truth is nothing, nothing but the plain truth You stand and wonder Just let it warm your skin Take all the living Live life and let it win Plain truth means nothing Cry, laugh and cry again You question answers Born, live and die, Amen Don't look for something Plain truth is nothing, nothing but the plain truth Don't look for something Plain truth is nothing, nothing but the plain truth Why do you question When there's no answer told? Plain truth is nothing You can't buy it when it's sold Save all your money And they won't reason why Why all the worry? They'll spend it when you die Don't look for something Plain truth is nothing, nothing but the plain truth Don't look for something Plain truth is nothing, nothing but |
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| 4:11 |
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All in all each man in all men
All men in each man. He can see she can't, she can see she can see whatever, whatever. You may know what I don't know, but not that I don't know it and I can't tell you so you will. To tell me all man in all men All men in each man. He can see she can't, she can see she can see whatever, whatever. You may know what I don't know, but not that I don't know it and I can't tell you so you will have to tell me all. It hurts him to think that she is hurting her by him being hurt to think that she thinks he is hurt by making her feel guilty at hurting him by her thinking she wants him to want her. Her wants her to want him to get him to want him to get him to want her she pretends. He tries to make her afraid by not being afraid. (permutations) You may know what I don't know, but not that I don't know it and I can't tell you so you will have to tell me all. I get what I deserve. I deserve what I get. I have it so I deserve it. I deserve it for I have it. I get what I deserve. What I deserve - what I deserve what I get. I have it so I deserve. He tries to make her afraid by not being afraid. Note: R.D. Laing, an eminent psychologist, has stimulated us by his intriguing, logical, poetic riddles into composing this latter-day madrigal - and something of a musical jigsaw. |
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| 6:03 |
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lyning still
Am I dreaming Feel the chill Breath of fear Evil fingers Hover, linger Someone help me Terror my soul. Living dead; Am I breathing Sightless, blind Heart stopped beating Hear the crying Of the dying Someone help me Ogres of the night. |
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As the dust settles, see our dreams,
all coming true it depends on you, If our times, they are troubled times, show us the way, tell us what to do As our faith, maybe aimless blind, hope our ideals and our thoughts are yours And believing the promises, please make your claims really so sincere Be our guide, our light and our way of life and let the world see the way we lead our way Hopes, dreams, hopes dreaming that all our sorrows gone In your hands, holding everyone's future and fate It is all in you, Make us strong build our unity, all men as one it is all in you Be our guide, our light and our way of life and let the world see the way we lead our way Hopes, dreams, dreaming that all our sorrows gone forever |
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| 6:50 |
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How can I laugh or cry
When my mind is sorely torn? Badabec had to die Fair Pantagruel is born Shall I weep, yes, for why? Then laugh and show my scorn Born with a strength untold Foreseen to have great age Set in Gargantuan mould, Joyful laugh, yet quick to rage Princely wisdom, habits bold Power, glory, lauded sage Pantagruel born the earth was dry and burning In Paradise dear Badabec prays for him Pantagruel born the earth was dry and burning In Paradise dear Badabec prays for him. Pantagruel born the earth was dry and burning In Paradise dear Badabec prays for him How can I laugh or cry When my mind is sorely torn? Badabec had to die Fair Pantagruel is born Shall I weep, yes, for why? Then laugh and show my scorn. |
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| 5:53 |
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Touching the last of what is past
Moving silent water fell the first that comes. Slow and winding, flowing free Peaceful music in its sound of distant drums. Trust the shallow virgin stream Danger wild, beware the deeper it becomes. Moving highway, twisting byway Can't turn back. Sining in the summer rain Rain that's caught in its flow. Spreading, shining, silver lining Gold on black. Echoes moods of the moon and sun Sun that shines from below. Makes a soft and easy way Left to choose its path will always be a friend. Touch the last of what has past. Never idle river drifting to the end. Note: We have tried to create several atmospheres within the boundaries of one songs by using the various electronic devices at our disposal in the recording studio. Kerry Minnear: All keyboards, vibraphone, percussion, cello, Moog, lead and backing vocals Raymond Shulman: Bass violin, guitar, percussion, vocals Gary Green: Guitars, percussion Derek Shulman: Lead vocals, alto saxophone Philip Shulman: Saxophones, trumpet, mellophone, lead and backing vocals John Weathers: Drums, percussion, xylophone. Many thanks to Martin Rushant for laugh coinspin and variable speed oscillator, and Mike Viccars, Moog operator. All titles composed by Minnear, Shulman, Shulman & Shulman All titles published 1972 by Alucard Music (ASCAP) Produced by Gentle Giant Engineer: Martin Rushant Mastering Engineer: Cliff Morris Tape Operator: Geoff Young Over-all American Supervision: Murray Krugman Recorded at Advision Studios, London Cover Concept & Design by John Berg Art by Fluid Drive Illustration: Charles White III Design: Kenny Kneitel Lettering: Michael Doret |
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Sing your song, words that have to continue
Tell a tale, seal the screen that is in you Make your peace, face to face that is after Reasons plain, tears of pain are not laughter Cast off the mould, buy all you've sold, confidence lost, pay for the cost Choose your way, realising our mission, figures lay, pulling strings for position Take your bows, hear the people are calling Play the game, Take the blame as you're falling Time to confess, clean up the mess, stand in the white, step in the light Use the time, show the face that is sorry, for the day, questions leading to worry Hide your mask, show the face that is sorry Time to question, answering all their worry Time to confess, clean up the mess, cast off the mould, buy all you've sold |
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| 4:49 |
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And the horse riding up through the red skies
The moon is down With a gold coloured bird through the cloud flies The moon is down Look East to the Sun, Oh where do they run Look East to the Sun, Oh where do they run They live in my dreams, in my dreams, in my dreams And the Moon and the Earth they were mating The moon is down And the Angels of hell they were waiting The moon is down Oh bride of the winds, Reward for their sins Oh bride of the winds, Reward for their sins They live in my dreams, in my dreams, in my dreams There's a chaos of visions and voices The moon is down Sad is the laugh of the clown now the old moon is down. |
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The moon is down
Casting its shadow over the night haunted town Mystical figures under the silence of light The trembling air Drifts slowly unseen over the houses there And echoes changing into the voices of night On the edge of twilight whispering Whisper, whisper, whisper, whisper, On the edge of twilight whispering Whisper, whisper, whisper, whisper Elusive time In limbo active in never ending mime The edge of twilight into the darkness of day |
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Now the words and claims are seen as always
the way they'll always be, way they'll always be Truth is halfway true, the man is only a man who fails to know, the people shouting for him have turned now telling him to go Powers that have place, esteemed positions telling him to cry, telling him to cry, Soon another song is sung, in turn for existing blame and then Apologise, conditions turn, then it happens all again After all the things are said, no God's a man, no God's a man, and yet after all the things are said, no God's a man, must happen all again After all the things are said, no God's a man, no God's a man, and yet after all the things are said, no God's a man, and then again |
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Hear, he'll do it all for you, you will see it,
wise and knowing what to do, what to be and every word is ........ Lies, he only tells the truth, for he means it, means, not anything he says, eyes unseen, but everything is ........ So sincere, so sincere, so sincere, so sin Yes, that is to say no, understanding wrong, he makes his promise right, with your hand you'll never know why So sincere, so sincere, so sincere, so sincere So, sincere his thoughts so full, always empty Good, or maybe things are bad, so sincere, and every word is ........ So sincere, so ........ |
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Why am I using words, no more to say
without you Close the door, put out the lights and go. Late in the night, in the night your shadow falls between us. Nevermore, never know. There, memories are sorrow, When there's no tomorrow. Sleep while the sweet sorrow wakes my daydream; Sleep while you think of me with kindness, please remember former days. Sweet the song that once we sang, the silent parting ways. And you know, and you know, And you know, long ago when first we made our promise - Empty words, I wonder did you know - The laugh that love could not forgive, Is gone and tells no more to live, And we who look in beauty's love; Must now, through all, look back on before - The tears that I first cried, no more; Your love has come and gone, no more. And we who look in beauty's love Must now through all think back on before. Sleep while the sweet sorrow wakes my daydream Sleep while you think of me with kindness, please remember former days. And you know, and you know. And you know, when we two parted in tears and silence past the days, the parting ways. Fare thee well, fare thee well, you that was once dear to me. Think of me with kindness Think of me. Note: A personal song. It has been kept simple to retain the essentially intimate mood of the piece. |
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And though all the hard times,
are really due to me, it is still in me, to wave all this unrest Things must stay, there must be no change, anyway, time to rearrange You must believe, that there's been no betrayal all that I've done, I've really done for you Things must stay, there must be no change, anyway, time to rearrange Hail, to power and to glory's way Hail, to power and to glory's way Must be a reason why plans have turned around not only in me, must also be in you Things must stay, there must be no change, anyway, time to rearrange hail ... |
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