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Cold aeroplanes, slow boats, warm trains
Remind me of Jack-A-Lynn Lush hotels and pretty girls Won't cheer the misty mood I'm in Silly, sad, I've never had to write this before Oh, Jack-A-Lynn Funny how long nights allow Thoughts of Jack-A-Lynn When phantoms tread around my bed To offer restless dreams they bring And it's just the time and place to find A sad song to play For Jack-A-Lynn Magpies that shriek, old boots that leak Call me to Jack-A-Lynn Coal black cats in policeman's hats Nosing where the mice have been And the long meow's beginning now And I'm far, far from home And Jack-A-Lynn |
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When we're working nights, the village 'round
The old church becomes scary town All curtained windows and bolted doors But never an eye to see As us fairy folks sweep from the hill Never caught us and never will Pulling roses and daffodil Mayhem in the high degree The blacksmith chased us all to ground They searched all night, we were never found The tinker boys and the sheriff's men Shaking the tallest tree And we sat and watched the women hide Laughed so much we split our sides Scattered horses that they would ride Mayhem in the high degree We crossed through fields of midnight green Often heard but seldom seen Tore along hedges, stripping leaves No one could quite agree Whether we came from north or south We stole the screams from out their mouths And go where no man would allow Mayhem in the high degree Like scaly carp and feathered swan To nature's world we do belong We ride the thin winds of the night And set dark spirits free We terrify the mare and foal The fox stood still and far too bold So we strung him up, brush neatly folded Mayhem, maybe |
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There was a warm wind with the high tide
On the south of the hill When a young girl went a-walking And I followed with a will Good day to you, my fine young lady With your lips so sweetly full May I help you comb your long hair Sweep it from that brow so cool Up, ride with the kelpie I'll steal your soul to the deep If you don't ride with me while the devil's free I'll ride with somebody else Well, I'm a man when I'm feeling The urge to step ashore So I may charm you, not alarm you Tell you all fine things and more Up, ride with the kelpie I'll steal your soul to the deep If you don't ride with me while the devil's free I'll ride with somebody else Say goodbye to all your dear kin For they hate to see you go In your young prime to this place of mine In the still loch far below Up, ride with the kelpie I'll steal your soul to the deep If you don't ride with me while the devil's free I'll ride with somebody else Up, ride with the kelpie I'll steal your soul to the deep If you don't ride with me while the devil's free I'll ride with somebody else Up, ride with the kelpie I'll steal your soul to the deep |
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Wond'ring aloud --
How we feel today. Last night sipped the sunset -- My hands in her hair. We are our own saviours As we start both our hearts beating life Into each other. Wond'ring aloud -- Will the years treat us well. As she floats in the kitchen, I'm tasting the smell Of toast as the butter runs. Then she comes, spilling crumbs on the bed And I shake my head. And it's only the giving That makes you what you are. |
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Clear light on a slick palm
as I mis-deal the day Slip the night from a shaved pack make a marked card play Call twilight hours down from a heaven home high above the highest bidder for the good Lord's throne In the wee hours I'll meet you down by Dun Ringill --- oh, and we'll watch the old gods play by Dun Ringill We'll wait in stone circles 'til the force comes through --- lines joint in faint discord and the stormwatch brews a concert of kings as the white sea snaps at the heels of a soft prayer whispered In the wee hours I'll meet you down by Dun Ringill --- oh, and I'll take you quickly by Dun Ringill. |
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Tip-toes in silence 'round my bed
And quiets the raindrops overhead With her everlasting smile She stills my fever for a while Oh, nursie, dear I'm glad you're here To brush away my pain |
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I said they call it Stormy Monday
But I said [...] I said they call it Stormy Monday [...] Wednesday's full of sorrow, I said that Thursday's oh-so, it's oh-so-sad. It's oh-so-sad. I said lord, lord, why don't you have mercy, You gotta have mercy on me. I been trying to find my woman, Won't you bring her home to me? I said they call it stormy Monday. |
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Going back in the morning time
To see if my love has changed her mind, yeah. Going back in the morning time To see if my love has changed her mind, yeah. I know what I will find That she is wasting time, She could be picking roses. Going back in the morning time To see if my love has seen the light, yeah. Going back in the morning time To see if my love has seen the light, yeah. Oh, I told her last night She should improve her sight, She could be painting the roof. Going back in the morning time To see if my love has come around, yeah. Going back in the morning time To see if my love has come around, yeah. She offered me no sound, Her head is in the ground, She could be calling for winter. |
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My first and last time with you
And we had some fun. Went walking through the trees, yeah! And then I kissed you once. Oh I want to see you soon But I wonder how. It was a new day yesterday But it's an old day now. Spent a long time looking For a game to play. My luck should be so bad now To turn out this way. Oh I had to leave today Just when I thought I'd found you. It was a new day yesterday But it's an old day now. |
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What would you like for Christmas ---
a new polarity? You're binary, and desperate to deal in high figures that lick us with their hotter flame --- lick each and everyone the same. And March, the mad scientist, rings a new change in ever-dancing colours. He rings it here and he rings it... but no one stops to see the change of fate and the fate of change that slips into his pocket --- so he locks it all away from view and shares not what he thought you knew. And April is summer-bound, And February's blue. And no one stops to see the colours. |
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I'll see you at the weighing in
When your life's sum-total's made And you set your wealth in godly deeds Against the sins you've laid So place your final burden On your hard-pressed next of kin Send the chamber pot back down the line To be filled up again. Take your mind off your election And try to get it straight And don't pretend perfection You'll be crucified too late And he'll say “you really should make the deal” As he offers round the hat. Well, you'd better lick your fingers clean I’ll thank you all for that And as you join the good ship earth And you mingle with the dust Be sure to leave your underpants With someone you can trust And the hard-headed social worker Who bathes his hands in blood Will welcome you with arms held high And cover you with mud And he'll say “you really should make the deal” As he offers round the hat. Well, you'd better lick your fingers clean Well, I’ll thank you all for that |
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Good morning, gentlemen
Why the uneasy frowns Too much everything and I can't recall Did I let you down Nobody will answer me Makes me feel that I want to die My mind is inclined to lie Oh, no, think I did it last night again Oh, no, been out on the overhang again My hotel room was a battleground How did I find my way My wallet's gone and my jacket's torn My memory's a hazy grey Do I seem to remember now Two creatures about eight feet tall No safety net to break my fall Oh, no, must have done it last night again Oh, no, crawled out on the overhang again Been out on the overhang Been out on the overhang Watching demons and spirits glide Heading out to the nearest star Better lead me back to the bar Oh, no, might do it tonight again Oh, no, crawled out on the overhang again Been out on the overhang Crawling out on the overhang Been out on the overhang Been out on the overhang |
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Walking on air
Shoulder and head above you Down in the street Black canyons walking through Hooded sad eyes Fixed on your shuffle shoes Life is a clue in your crossword Typewriter turk Telephone terror takes Time to wind down Push-button finger shakes City of dreams Back to your quiet nightmare Your life is a clue in the crossword Working to rule in your own time Drag yourself home to your star sign page Staying awake on cold yesterday's steak and warm beer Ladder of string Climbing to sweet success Homework aside Your brain on the train to test Pick up the news You left on the seat beside you Your life is a clue in the crossword Your life is a clue in the crossword Your life is a clue in the crossword |
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Hello, sun
Hello, bird Hello, my lady Hello, breakfast May I buy you again tomorrow |
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Lend me your ear while I call you a fool.
You were kissed by a witch one night in the wood, And later insisted your feelings were true. The witches promise was coming, Believing he listened while laughing you flew. Leaves falling, red, yellow, brown, all look the same, And the love you had found lay outside in the rain, Washed clean by the water but nursing its pain. The witches promise was coming, And you're looking elsewhere for your own selfish gain. Keep looking, keep looking for somewhere to be, Well, you're wasting your time, they're not stupid like he is. Meanwhile leaves are still falling, you're too blind to see. You won't find it easy now, it's only fair. He was willing to give to you, you didn't care. You're waiting for more but you've already had your share. The witches promise is turning, so don't you wait up for him, he's going to be late. |
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Happy, and I'm smiling, walk a mile to drink your water.
You know I'd love to love you, and above you there's no other We'll go walking out while others shout of war's disaster. Oh, we won't give in, let's go living in the past. Once I'd used to join in every boy and girl was my friend. Now there's revolution but they don't know what they're fighting. Let us close our eyes. Outside their lives go on much faster Oh, we won't give in, we'll keep living in the past. Oh, we won't give in, let's go living in the past. Oh, no, no, we won't give in, let's go living in the past. |
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Sitting on a park bench
Eyeing little girls with bad intent Snot running down his nose Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes Hey, Aqualung Drying in the cold sun Watching as the frilly panties run Hey, Aqualung Feeling like a dead duck Spitting out pieces of his broken luck Whoa, Aqualung Sun streaking cold An old man wandering lonely Taking time the only way he knows Leg hurting bad As he bends to pick a dog-end He goes down to the bog and warms his feet Feeling alone The army's up the road Salvation a la mode and a cup of tea Aqualung, my friend Don't you start away uneasy You poor old sod, you see, it's only me Do you still remember December's foggy freeze When the ice that Clings onto your beard was Screaming agony? Hey! And you snatch your rattling last breaths With deep-sea diver sounds And the flowers bloom like Madness in the spring Sun streaking cold An old man wandering lonely Taking time the only way he knows Leg hurting bad As he bends to pick a dog-end He goes down to the bog and warms his feet Ohh Feeling alone The army's up the road Salvation a la mode and a cup of tea Aqualung, my friend Don't you start away uneasy You poor old sod, you see, it's only me Ohh Dee dee dee dee dee... Aqualung, my friend Don't you start away uneasy You poor old sod, you see, it's only me Sitting on a park bench Eyeing little girls with bad intent Snot running down his nose Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes Hey, Aqualung Drying in the cold sun Watching as the frilly panties run Hey, Aqualung Feeling like a dead duck Spitting out pieces of his broken luck Hey, Aqualung Whoa, Aqualung |
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In the shuffling madness
Of the locomotive breath Runs the all time loser Headlong to his death Oh, he feels the pistons screaming Steam breaking on his brow Old Charlie stole the handle And the train it won't stop going No way to slow down He sees his children jumpin’ off At stations one by one His woman and his best friend In bed and having fun So he's crawling down the corridor On his hands and knees Old Charlie stole the handle And the train it won't stop going No way to slow down He hears the silence howling Catches angels as they fall And the all time winner Has got him by the balls Oh, he picks up Gideon's Bible Open at page one I think God, he stole the handle And the train it won't stop going No way to slow down No way to slow down No way to slow down No way to slow down No way to slow down |
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