Fab Gear Classic Flower Power Pop From The Summer Of Love [compilation] (2007) by Various Artists (보컬) on maniadb.com

Well you think you had a good time
With the boy that you just met
Kicking sand from beach to beach
Your clothes all soaking wet
But if you look around and see
A shadow on the run
Don't be too surprised if its just a paper sun
Ahh Paper Sun, Ahh Paper Sun
- 간 주 중 -
In the room where you've been sleeping
All your clothes all thrown about
Cigarettes burn window sills
Your meter's all run out
But then again its nothing
You just split when day is done
Pitching lips to nowhere,
hung up on the paper sun
Ahh Paper Sun, Ahh Paper Sun
- 간 주 중 -
Standing in the cool of my room
Fresh cut flowers give me sweet perfume
Too much sun will burn!
When you're feeling tired and lonely
You see people going home
You can't make the train fare
Or the six pence for the phone
And icicles your crying
From your cheek have just begun
Dont be sad, good times are had
Beneath the paper sun
Ahh Paper Sun, Ahh Paper Sun
Daylight breaks while you sleep on the sand
A seagull is stealing the ring from your hand
The boy who had given you so much fun
Has left you so cold in the paper sun
in the paper sun

Good sense, innocence, cripplin' and kind.
Dead kings, many things I can't define.
Oh Cajun spice, sweats and blushers your mind.
Incense and peppermints, the color of thyme.

Who cares what games we choose?
Little to win, but nothing to lose.

Incense and peppermints, meaningless nouns.
Turn on, tune in, turn your eyes around.
Look at yourself, look at yourself,
Yeah, yeah.
Look at yourself, look at yourself,
Yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah.

Tune-a by the cockeyed world in two.
Throw your pride to one side, It's the least you can do.
Beatniks and politics, nothing is new.
A yardstick for lunatics, one point of view.

Who cares what games we choose?
Little to win, but nothing to lose.

Good sense, innocence, crippled and kind.
Dead kings and many things I can't define.
Oh Cajun spice, sweats and blushers your mind.
Incense and peppermints, the color of thyme.

Who cares what games we choose?
Little to win, but nothing to lose.

Incense, peppermints, incense, peppermints.

Sha-la-la, sha-la-la....

Day after day alone on the hill,
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still,
But nobody wants to know him,
They can see that he's just a fool,
And he never gives an answer,
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning around.

Well on his way his head in a cloud,
The man of a thousand voices talking percetly loud
But nobody ever hears him,
Or the sound he appears to make,
And he never seems to notice,
But the fool on the hill . . .
Nobody seems to like him
They can tell what he wants to do.
And he never shows his feelings,
But the fool on the hill . . .

Travels on a cloud (up on the clouds)
He's one of the good time people now
I'm a face in the crowd (I'm in the crowd)
All dressed up and laughing loud
I can talk to him, and I can love him

Ooh... Rainbow chaser
Ooh... Rainbow chaser
Ooh... Rainbow chaser

Many miles to go (miles to go)
How many bridges do you cross
Winter, rain and snow (rain and snow)
Over mountains high and low
I can talk to him, and I can love him

Ooh... Rainbow chaser
Ooh... Rainbow chaser
Ooh... Rainbow chaser

In the year 2525
If man is still alive
If woman can survive
they may find

In the year 3535
Ain't gonna need to tell the truth
Tell no lies
Everything you think do and say
is in the pill you took today
In the year 4545
Ain't gonna need your teeth
Won't need your eyes
You won't find a thing to chew
Nobody's gonna look at you
In the year 5555
Your arms hanging limp at your sides
Your legs got nothing to do
Some machine's doing that for you
In the year 6565
Ain't gonna need no husband
Won't need no wife
You'll pick your son
Pick your daughter too
From the bottom of a long glass tube

In the year 7510
If God's a coming
He oughta make it by then
Maybe He'll look round
Himself and say
Guess it's time for the judgement day
In the year 8510
God is gonna shake his mighty head
He'll either say
I'm pleased where man has been
Or tear it down and start again
In the year 9595
I'm kinda wondering
If man is gonna be alive
He's taken everything
this old earth can give
And he ain't put back nothing
Now it's been 10000 years
Man has cried a billion tears
For what he never knew
Now man's reign is through
But through eternal night
The twinkling of starlight
So very far away
Maybe it's only yesterday
In the year 2525
If man is still alive
If woman can survive they may find
In the year 3535

If I were a carpenter
And you were a lady
Would you marry me anyway
Would you have my baby

If a tinker were my trade
Would you still find me
Carrying the pots I made
Following behind me

Save my love for sorrow
Save my love for lonely
I'm given you my tomorrow
Love me only

If I worked my hands in wood
Would you still love me
Answer me quick Tim, I could
I'll put you above me

If I were a miller
At a mill wheel grinding
Would you miss your colored box
Soft shoes a shining

Save my love for loneliness
Save my love for sorrow
I've given you my onliness
Give me your tomorrow

If I were a carpenter
And you were a lady
Would you marry me anyway
Would you have my baby

Call out the instigator because there's something in the air.
We've got to
get together sooner or later because the revolution's here.

And you know it's right.
And you know that it's right.
We have got to get it
together.
We have got to get it together now

block off the streets and houses 'cause there's somthing in the air.
We've got to get together sooner or later because the revolution's here.

And you know it's right.
And you know that it's right.
We have got to get it together.
We have got to get it together now.

Call out the instigator because there's something in the air.
We've got to get together sooner or later because the revolution's here.

And you know it's right.
And you know that it's
right.
We have got to get it together. We have got to get it together now

Sunshine came softly a-through my a-window today
Could've tripped out easy a-but I've a-changed my ways
It'll take time, I know it but in a while
You're gonna be mine, I know it, we'll do it in style
'Cause I made my mind up you're going to be mine

I'll tell you right now
Any trick in the book a-now, baby, all that I can find

Everybody's hustlin' a-just to have a little scene
When I say we'll be cool, I think that you know what I mean
We stood on a beach at sunset, do you remember when?
I know a beach where, baby, a-it never ends
When you've made your mind up forever to be mine

Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
I'll pick up your hand and slowly blow your little mind
'Cause I made my mind up you're going to be mine
I'll tell you right now
Any trick in the book a-now, baby, that I can find

Superman or Green Lantern ain't got a-nothin' on me
I can make like a turtle and dive for your pearls in the sea, yep
A-you you you can just sit there while thinking on your velvet throne
'Bout all the rainbows a-you can a-have for your own
When you’ve made your mind up, forever to be mine

Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
I’ll pick up your hand and slowly blow your little mind
When you’ve made your mind up, forever to be mine
I’ll pick up your hand, I’ll pick up your hand

There'll be no strings to bind your hands,
Not if my love can't bind your heart.
And there's no need to take a stand,
For it was I who chose to start.
I see no reason to take me home,
I'm old enough to face the dawn.

Just call me angel of the morning, Angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby.
Just call me angel of the morning, Angel
Then slowly turn away... from me.

Maybe the sun's light will be dim
And it won't matter anyhow.
If morning's echo says we've sinned,
Well, it was what I wanted now.
And if we're the victims of the night,
I won't be blinded by light.

Just call me angel of the morning, Angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby.
Just call me angel of the morning, Angel
Then slowly turn away...
I won't beg you to stay... with me...
Through the tears... of the day....
Of the years... baby, baby --

Just call me angel of the morning, Angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby.
Just call me angel of the morning, Angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby....

You don't know what's going on,
You've been away for far too long
You can't come back and think you are still mine

You're out of touch my baby
My poor old fashioned baby
I said baby, baby, baby, you're out of time

Well, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
I said baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
Yes you are left out, yes, you are
I said you're left out of there without a doubt
'cause baby, baby, baby, you're out of time

You thought you was a clever girl
Giving up your social whirl
But you can't come back and be the first in line, oh yeah
You're obsolete, my baby
My poor old fashioned baby
I said baby, baby, baby, you're out of time

Well, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
I said baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
Yes, you are left out, yes, you are
I said you're left out of there without a doubt
'cause baby, baby, baby, you're out of time

Well, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
I said baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
Yes you are left out, yes, you are
I said you're left out of there without a doubt
'cause baby, baby, baby, you're out of time

Well, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
I said baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
Yes you are left out, yes, you are
I said you're left out, out of there without a doubt
'cause baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
(Is everybody ready)
Baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
You thought you was a clever girl
(Baby, baby, baby, you're out of time)
You're livin' in that social whirl
(Baby, baby, baby, you're out of time)
Yes you are right now

Turn! Turn! Turn! (To Everything There Is A Season)
--- The Byrds



To ev’rything
Turn, turn, turn
There is a season
Turn, turn, turn
And a time for ev’ry purpose under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

To ev’rything
Turn, turn, turn
There is a season
Turn, turn, turn
And a time for ev’ry purpose under heaven

A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to morn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together

To ev’rything
Turn, turn, turn
There is a season
Turn, turn, turn
And a time for ev’ry purpose under heaven

A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing

To ev’rything
Turn, turn, turn
There is a season
Turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to bend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time for peace I swear its not too late

To ev’rything
Turn, turn, turn
There is a season
Turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven




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I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road
When I asked him, where are you going?
This he told me
I'm going down to Yasgur's farm
Think I'll join a rock and roll band
I'll camp out on the land
I'll try and set my soul free

We are stardust, we are golden
And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden

Then can I walk beside you
I have come here to lose the smog
And I feel just like a cog
In something turning
Well maybe it's the time of year
Or maybe it's the time of man
And I don't know who I am
But life's for learning

We are stardust, we are golden
And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden

By the time I got to Woodstock
They were half a million strong
Everywhere there were songs
And celebration
And I dreamed I saw the bombers
Riding shotgun in the sky
Turning into butterflies
Above our nation

We are stardust, we are golden
And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden

We are stardust, we are golden
And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden

We are stardust, we are golden
And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden