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from Al Stewart - Zero She Flies (1970)
She's a mollusk,
a seamstress, a princess, a priestess, a negress, she knows her position She's a swallow, a willow, a cello, a pillow, a bow and also a physician She takes your eyes and mends your head She draws the wine and breaks the bread She has no lies to tell you and no truths to sell you She's a girl, she's almost a woman And Zero she flies as the morning sighs Spreads her wings like a seagull From the mountain he watches her, biding his time But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle He's a hawthorn, a raven, a scarecrow, a haven for moon-blessed thought and opinion He will laugh like the fountains, the bones of the mountains lie deep in his forest religion You will call his name when evening falls And the ground sets hard and the night wind calls You will feed him and heed him, at times you will need him Say you were almost his woman And Zero she flies as the morning sighs Spreads her wings like a seagull From the mountain he watches her, biding his time But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle In the shuddering mad red blood-let sunset a tired man is leaving his cover And the soft eyes of Zero are cut by the sounds of the vanishing feet of her lover And the door slams shut and the air grows tight And her throat is gripped by the hands of night And all that is left is the clock on the shelf As it ticks one day into another And Zero she sighs as the morning dies With the broken wings of a seagull From the mountain he watches her, sensing his time But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle At the pall of the day the man of the mountain is nearing the end of his travel And the fence is down on the westland bounds and a footfall pounds in the gravel Comes a knock three times and the air grows still As he steps inside from the sudden chill And the moment is caught in the net of the night For the coming of dawn to unravel And Zero she flies as the morning sighs Spreads her wings like a seagull From the mountain he's coming, judging his time And his eyes are the eyes of an eagle Oh Zero she flies as the morning dies Spreads her wings like a seagull From her window he watches her, a man in his time But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle |
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from Stamping Ground (2009)
She's a mollusk,
a seamstress, a princess, a priestess, a negress, she knows her position She's a swallow, a willow, a cello, a pillow, a bow and also a physician She takes your eyes and mends your head She draws the wine and breaks the bread She has no lies to tell you and no truths to sell you She's a girl, she's almost a woman And Zero she flies as the morning sighs Spreads her wings like a seagull From the mountain he watches her, biding his time But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle He's a hawthorn, a raven, a scarecrow, a haven for moon-blessed thought and opinion He will laugh like the fountains, the bones of the mountains lie deep in his forest religion You will call his name when evening falls And the ground sets hard and the night wind calls You will feed him and heed him, at times you will need him Say you were almost his woman And Zero she flies as the morning sighs Spreads her wings like a seagull From the mountain he watches her, biding his time But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle In the shuddering mad red blood-let sunset a tired man is leaving his cover And the soft eyes of Zero are cut by the sounds of the vanishing feet of her lover And the door slams shut and the air grows tight And her throat is gripped by the hands of night And all that is left is the clock on the shelf As it ticks one day into another And Zero she sighs as the morning dies With the broken wings of a seagull From the mountain he watches her, sensing his time But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle At the pall of the day the man of the mountain is nearing the end of his travel And the fence is down on the westland bounds and a footfall pounds in the gravel Comes a knock three times and the air grows still As he steps inside from the sudden chill And the moment is caught in the net of the night For the coming of dawn to unravel And Zero she flies as the morning sighs Spreads her wings like a seagull From the mountain he's coming, judging his time And his eyes are the eyes of an eagle Oh Zero she flies as the morning dies Spreads her wings like a seagull From her window he watches her, a man in his time But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle |
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from Al Stewart - Love Chronicles (1969)
She said "Don't you think we're going downhill?
And I would hate it to be run-of-the mill" Oh love me or leave me but please don't deceive me For if you do, I'll know, believe me I want you to know I don't want you to go anyway And yes I was doing alright up until now I'm beginning to think you should have listened to Al She picked up her things and said "let's be friends For all the good and the bad things have their ends" Then she went lazily leaving me crazily Wandering lost, the night was hazy And everyone else looking sure of themselves but not me And yes I was doing alright up until now I'm beginning to think you should have listened to Al Oh she left me the keys and a dozen LPs A phone bill warning left for the morning And I left the dark on a seat in the park feeling very strange And yes I was doing alright up until now I'm beginning to think you should have listened to Al You should have listened to Al Oh, you should have listened to Al |
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from Al Stewart - Orange (1972)
All right you saw me in the International Times
You've got my picture in your book You tell your friends not to call at weekend, And now you wear that far-off look All right you stole your mother's best sheets And put them on my bed And you remember all the words that I say And now you keep them in your head But you don't even know me You don't even know me You don't even know me at all All right I told you that I'm leaving London The Summer seems so long I've got no money to pay the rent I've got no place to take my songs And then you tell me I should keep on trying You hand me an envelope With all the money that you'd saved up You couldn't stand to see me go But you don't even know me You don't even know me You don't even know me at all All right I took you to the Hendrix concert On the seventh day of May And through the Summer of 1967 We were part of the seeds of change And now you say that we can really make it We've got nowhere to fall And though the signs are hung in the rainy distance You don't see them at all But you don't even know me You don't even know me You don't even know me at all But you don't even know me You don't even know me You don't even knew me at all You don't know me at all You don't know me at all All right I think that we should stay together For a while |
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from Al Stewart - Time Passages Live [live] (1973)
On a morning from a Bogart movie In a country where they turn back time You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre Contemplating a crime She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running Like a watercolour in the rain Don't bother asking for explanations She'll just tell you that she came In the year of the cat. She doesn't give you time for questions As she locks up your arm in hers And you follow 'till your sense of which direction Completely disappears By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls There's a hidden door she leads you to These days, she says, I feel my life Just like a river running through The year of the cat She looks at you so cooly And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea She comes in incense and patchouli So you take her, to find what's waiting inside The year of the cat. Well morning comes and you're still with her And the bus and the tourists are gone And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket So you have to stay on But the drum-beat strains of the night remain In the rhythm of the new-born day You know sometime you're bound to leave her BUt for now you're going to stay In the year of the cat. |
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from Al Stewart - Year Of The Cat (1976)
Year Of The Cat - Al Stewart
On a morning from a Bogart movie In a country where they turn back time You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre Contemplating a crime She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running Like a watercolour in the rain Don't bother asking for explanations She'll just tell you that she came In the year of the cat. She doesn't give you time for questions As she locks up your arm in hers And you follow 'till your sense of which direction Completely disappears By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls There's a hidden door she leads you to These days, she says, I feel my life Just like a river running through The year of the cat She looks at you so cooly And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea She comes in incense and patchouli So you take her, to find what's waiting inside The year of the cat. Well morning comes and you're still with her And the bus and the tourists are gone And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket So you have to stay on But the drum-beat strains of the night remain In the rhythm of the new-born day You know sometime you're bound to leave her BUt for now you're going to stay In the year of the cat. |
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from Al Stewart - The Live Radio Concert [live] (1980)
Year Of The Cat - Al Stewart
On a morning from a Bogart movie In a country where they turn back time You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre Contemplating a crime She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running Like a watercolour in the rain Don't bother asking for explanations She'll just tell you that she came In the year of the cat. She doesn't give you time for questions As she locks up your arm in hers And you follow 'till your sense of which direction Completely disappears By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls There's a hidden door she leads you to These days, she says, I feel my life Just like a river running through The year of the cat She looks at you so cooly And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea She comes in incense and patchouli So you take her, to find what's waiting inside The year of the cat. Well morning comes and you're still with her And the bus and the tourists are gone And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket So you have to stay on But the drum-beat strains of the night remain In the rhythm of the new-born day You know sometime you're bound to leave her BUt for now you're going to stay In the year of the cat. |
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from Al Stewart - Live Indian Summer [live] (1981)
Year Of The Cat - Al Stewart
On a morning from a Bogart movie In a country where they turn back time You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre Contemplating a crime She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running Like a watercolour in the rain Don't bother asking for explanations She'll just tell you that she came In the year of the cat. She doesn't give you time for questions As she locks up your arm in hers And you follow 'till your sense of which direction Completely disappears By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls There's a hidden door she leads you to These days, she says, I feel my life Just like a river running through The year of the cat She looks at you so cooly And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea She comes in incense and patchouli So you take her, to find what's waiting inside The year of the cat. Well morning comes and you're still with her And the bus and the tourists are gone And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket So you have to stay on But the drum-beat strains of the night remain In the rhythm of the new-born day You know sometime you're bound to leave her BUt for now you're going to stay In the year of the cat. |
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from Al Stewart - Live (1997)
Year Of The Cat - Al Stewart
On a morning from a Bogart movie In a country where they turn back time You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre Contemplating a crime She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running Like a watercolour in the rain Don't bother asking for explanations She'll just tell you that she came In the year of the cat. She doesn't give you time for questions As she locks up your arm in hers And you follow 'till your sense of which direction Completely disappears By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls There's a hidden door she leads you to These days, she says, I feel my life Just like a river running through The year of the cat She looks at you so cooly And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea She comes in incense and patchouli So you take her, to find what's waiting inside The year of the cat. Well morning comes and you're still with her And the bus and the tourists are gone And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket So you have to stay on But the drum-beat strains of the night remain In the rhythm of the new-born day You know sometime you're bound to leave her BUt for now you're going to stay In the year of the cat. |
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from Al Stewart - Live (1997)
Year Of The Cat - Al Stewart
On a morning from a Bogart movie In a country where they turn back time You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre Contemplating a crime She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running Like a watercolour in the rain Don't bother asking for explanations She'll just tell you that she came In the year of the cat. She doesn't give you time for questions As she locks up your arm in hers And you follow 'till your sense of which direction Completely disappears By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls There's a hidden door she leads you to These days, she says, I feel my life Just like a river running through The year of the cat She looks at you so cooly And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea She comes in incense and patchouli So you take her, to find what's waiting inside The year of the cat. Well morning comes and you're still with her And the bus and the tourists are gone And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket So you have to stay on But the drum-beat strains of the night remain In the rhythm of the new-born day You know sometime you're bound to leave her BUt for now you're going to stay In the year of the cat. |
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from Al Stewart - The Originals (2000)
Year Of The Cat - Al Stewart
On a morning from a Bogart movie In a country where they turn back time You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre Contemplating a crime She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running Like a watercolour in the rain Don't bother asking for explanations She'll just tell you that she came In the year of the cat. She doesn't give you time for questions As she locks up your arm in hers And you follow 'till your sense of which direction Completely disappears By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls There's a hidden door she leads you to These days, she says, I feel my life Just like a river running through The year of the cat She looks at you so cooly And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea She comes in incense and patchouli So you take her, to find what's waiting inside The year of the cat. Well morning comes and you're still with her And the bus and the tourists are gone And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket So you have to stay on But the drum-beat strains of the night remain In the rhythm of the new-born day You know sometime you're bound to leave her BUt for now you're going to stay In the year of the cat. |
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from Al Stewart - Essential (2003)
Year Of The Cat - Al Stewart
On a morning from a Bogart movie In a country where they turn back time You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre Contemplating a crime She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running Like a watercolour in the rain Don't bother asking for explanations She'll just tell you that she came In the year of the cat. She doesn't give you time for questions As she locks up your arm in hers And you follow 'till your sense of which direction Completely disappears By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls There's a hidden door she leads you to These days, she says, I feel my life Just like a river running through The year of the cat She looks at you so cooly And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea She comes in incense and patchouli So you take her, to find what's waiting inside The year of the cat. Well morning comes and you're still with her And the bus and the tourists are gone And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket So you have to stay on But the drum-beat strains of the night remain In the rhythm of the new-born day You know sometime you're bound to leave her BUt for now you're going to stay In the year of the cat. |
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from Running With Scissors (가위 들고 뛰기) by James Levine [ost] (2006)
Year Of The Cat - Al Stewart
On a morning from a Bogart movie In a country where they turn back time You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre Contemplating a crime She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running Like a watercolour in the rain Don't bother asking for explanations She'll just tell you that she came In the year of the cat. She doesn't give you time for questions As she locks up your arm in hers And you follow 'till your sense of which direction Completely disappears By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls There's a hidden door she leads you to These days, she says, I feel my life Just like a river running through The year of the cat She looks at you so cooly And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea She comes in incense and patchouli So you take her, to find what's waiting inside The year of the cat. Well morning comes and you're still with her And the bus and the tourists are gone And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket So you have to stay on But the drum-beat strains of the night remain In the rhythm of the new-born day You know sometime you're bound to leave her BUt for now you're going to stay In the year of the cat. |
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from DJ 김기덕의 잊을 수 없는 추억 (2009)
On a morning from a Bogart movie In a country where they turn back time You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre Contemplating a crime She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running Like a watercolour in the rain Don't bother asking for explanations She'll just tell you that she came In the year of the cat. She doesn't give you time for questions As she locks up your arm in hers And you follow 'till your sense of which direction Completely disappears By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls There's a hidden door she leads you to These days, she says, I feel my life Just like a river running through The year of the cat She looks at you so cooly And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea She comes in incense and patchouli So you take her, to find what's waiting inside The year of the cat. Well morning comes and you're still with her And the bus and the tourists are gone And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket So you have to stay on But the drum-beat strains of the night remain In the rhythm of the new-born day You know sometime you're bound to leave her BUt for now you're going to stay In the year of the cat. |
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from Al Stewart - Last Days Of The Century (1988)
I sent my crack divisions through the early morning mist
When they fell on your positions you were powerless to resist Encircling and probing for the weakness in your line By night you were surrounded; your territory mine I called for your surrender; this you swore you would not do So I stormed the very fortress, you thought could shelter you I held you then upon your knees and turned to give my thanks To the regiments assembled in their ranks Chorus: Where are they now? Where are they now? I raised you to your feet, with your hand inside my own We set off upon a journey, each together, each alone In the days that followed oh our lives did overlap I learned the contours of your body like the roads upon a map You sweetened every evening, I savoured every day Just when I was certain it would always be this way You slipped beyond the reach of my outstretched fingertips With all the kisses we'd placed upon your lips Chorus Oh close. You're close Someone, come shine a light Oh near. So near But just out of sight I went in search of alchemy to resurrect the dead Sent my spies to fathom out the secrets in your head They said they heard your laughter Spinning through the summer night In the company of strangers And your eyes were wild and bright Though I grew reclusive and my days became withdrawn I held the banner of our love, now tattered and forlorn And swore that it would one day fly above us once again To do this, I had my reasons then Chorus Close. You're close Once again, come shine a light Oh near. So near But just out of sight Perhaps there are some passions that are tempered by the years You reach accommodation, the intensity recedes Some of this occurred to me the time I saw you last Your face familiar in a way. Your voice out of the past Every gamut of emotion shared from tenderness to rage Fell away between us in the turning of that page It seemed like only yesterday we swore that we'd be true Two innocents believing that they knew CHORUS |
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from Al Stewart - Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time (1996)
I sent my crack divisions through the early morning mist
When they fell on your positions you were powerless to resist Encircling and probing for the weakness in your line By night you were surrounded; your territory mine I called for your surrender; this you swore you would not do So I stormed the very fortress, you thought could shelter you I held you then upon your knees and turned to give my thanks To the regiments assembled in their ranks Chorus: Where are they now? Where are they now? I raised you to your feet, with your hand inside my own We set off upon a journey, each together, each alone In the days that followed oh our lives did overlap I learned the contours of your body like the roads upon a map You sweetened every evening, I savoured every day Just when I was certain it would always be this way You slipped beyond the reach of my outstretched fingertips With all the kisses we'd placed upon your lips Chorus Oh close. You're close Someone, come shine a light Oh near. So near But just out of sight I went in search of alchemy to resurrect the dead Sent my spies to fathom out the secrets in your head They said they heard your laughter Spinning through the summer night In the company of strangers And your eyes were wild and bright Though I grew reclusive and my days became withdrawn I held the banner of our love, now tattered and forlorn And swore that it would one day fly above us once again To do this, I had my reasons then Chorus Close. You're close Once again, come shine a light Oh near. So near But just out of sight Perhaps there are some passions that are tempered by the years You reach accommodation, the intensity recedes Some of this occurred to me the time I saw you last Your face familiar in a way. Your voice out of the past Every gamut of emotion shared from tenderness to rage Fell away between us in the turning of that page It seemed like only yesterday we swore that we'd be true Two innocents believing that they knew CHORUS |
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from Al Stewart - Modern Times (1975)
First time I saw you, you were Mr. Natural
You seemed so diffident, you hardly spoke at all Now you come to me and you've got green streaks in your hair You walk like Greta Garbo, but you talk like Yogi Bear So tell me now What's going on? What's going on? I really don't believe what's going on; what's going on? Anyone in the farmouse could have given you the news You think you're in control but you're only being used I know your head is in the sky, you're easy to deceive But how you fell for this I really don't believe So tell me now What's going on? What's going on? I really don't believe what's going on; what's going on? All those rock 'n' roll star heroes you spend your time around You may think you're one of them but you're a hundred thousand down What are you going to do when the company calls its money in? How'll you feel stuck out in the rain without a friend? What's going on? What's going on? I really don't believe what's going on; what's going on? |
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from Al Stewart - Past, Present And Future (1974)
I'm leaving my home in Europe behind
Heading out for a new state of mind New York town is calling to me Dollar an hour from the company Warren Gameliel Harding Alone in the White House, watching the sun Come up on the morning of 1921 I just want someone to talk to To talk to To talk to I've got no shoes upon my feet I've been all day with nothing to eat It sure gets hard down here in the street But I know where I'm going to be Warren Gameliel Harding Playing cards in a smoke-filled room Winning and losing, filling the time I just want someone to talk to To talk to To talk to Don't go down to the docks tonight The cops are nosing around for the site We moved the booze just before daylight They won't find it now, it'll be alright Warren Gameliel Harding In Alaska running out of days Leaving the ladies, God moves in strange ways I just want someone to talk to To talk to To talk to Don't leave me here on such a lonely day... Don't leave me here on such a lonely day... |
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from Al Stewart - Time Passages Live [live] (1973)
Find another lover tomorrow
Go find another lover today You've been so long on lonely street That you're surely falling into decay It's time to reconstruct yourself Time to test the water again Well it's sad to see It's a tragedy That you're wasting away Look around ... tell me Is it really worth the price That you pay On Valentina Way I don't think she's ready to listen I don't think she wants to come back The atmosphere's too cold in here To attract a butterfly like that I think she took the boat-train out Maybe caught the night express She's got devious lies And chameleon eyes And she can't care less Oh, buy yourself a ticket On anything leaving today From Valentina Way Oh the rain comes down And shines up the stars Oh, the night steps out In streetlights and bars To the sounds of guitars Listen ... |
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from Al Stewart - The Live Radio Concert [live] (1980)
Find another lover tomorrow
Go find another lover today You've been so long on lonely street That you're surely falling into decay It's time to reconstruct yourself Time to test the water again Well it's sad to see It's a tragedy That you're wasting away Look around ... tell me Is it really worth the price That you pay On Valentina Way I don't think she's ready to listen I don't think she wants to come back The atmosphere's too cold in here To attract a butterfly like that I think she took the boat-train out Maybe caught the night express She's got devious lies And chameleon eyes And she can't care less Oh, buy yourself a ticket On anything leaving today From Valentina Way Oh the rain comes down And shines up the stars Oh, the night steps out In streetlights and bars To the sounds of guitars Listen ... |
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from Al Stewart - Live Indian Summer [live] (1981)
Find another lover tomorrow
Go find another lover today You've been so long on lonely street That you're surely falling into decay It's time to reconstruct yourself Time to test the water again Well it's sad to see It's a tragedy That you're wasting away Look around ... tell me Is it really worth the price That you pay On Valentina Way I don't think she's ready to listen I don't think she wants to come back The atmosphere's too cold in here To attract a butterfly like that I think she took the boat-train out Maybe caught the night express She's got devious lies And chameleon eyes And she can't care less Oh, buy yourself a ticket On anything leaving today From Valentina Way Oh the rain comes down And shines up the stars Oh, the night steps out In streetlights and bars To the sounds of guitars Listen ... |
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from Al Stewart - Live (1997)
Find another lover tomorrow
Go find another lover today You've been so long on lonely street That you're surely falling into decay It's time to reconstruct yourself Time to test the water again Well it's sad to see It's a tragedy That you're wasting away Look around ... tell me Is it really worth the price That you pay On Valentina Way I don't think she's ready to listen I don't think she wants to come back The atmosphere's too cold in here To attract a butterfly like that I think she took the boat-train out Maybe caught the night express She's got devious lies And chameleon eyes And she can't care less Oh, buy yourself a ticket On anything leaving today From Valentina Way Oh the rain comes down And shines up the stars Oh, the night steps out In streetlights and bars To the sounds of guitars Listen ... |
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from Al Stewart - Live (1997)
Find another lover tomorrow
Go find another lover today You've been so long on lonely street That you're surely falling into decay It's time to reconstruct yourself Time to test the water again Well it's sad to see It's a tragedy That you're wasting away Look around ... tell me Is it really worth the price That you pay On Valentina Way I don't think she's ready to listen I don't think she wants to come back The atmosphere's too cold in here To attract a butterfly like that I think she took the boat-train out Maybe caught the night express She's got devious lies And chameleon eyes And she can't care less Oh, buy yourself a ticket On anything leaving today From Valentina Way Oh the rain comes down And shines up the stars Oh, the night steps out In streetlights and bars To the sounds of guitars Listen ... |
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from Al Stewart - The Originals (2000)
Find another lover tomorrow
Go find another lover today You've been so long on lonely street That you're surely falling into decay It's time to reconstruct yourself Time to test the water again Well it's sad to see It's a tragedy That you're wasting away Look around ... tell me Is it really worth the price That you pay On Valentina Way I don't think she's ready to listen I don't think she wants to come back The atmosphere's too cold in here To attract a butterfly like that I think she took the boat-train out Maybe caught the night express She's got devious lies And chameleon eyes And she can't care less Oh, buy yourself a ticket On anything leaving today From Valentina Way Oh the rain comes down And shines up the stars Oh, the night steps out In streetlights and bars To the sounds of guitars Listen ... |
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from Al Stewart - Famous Last Words (1993)
When I first saw your trespasser
He wandered uninvited to your door He seemed to know his way around Although I'd never seen his face before Pausing for a moment underneath your window ledge He turned around to see the shadow of the sundial on the hedge There was a tightness in his face as though he were on edge I don't know why You see him in your dreams You see him in your dreams You see him in your dreams But I seem to see him all the time You said if there's a trespasser There must be a footprint or a sign And what would he be looking for There's nothing here for anyone to find And while you tried to say it couldn't be I realized That you could feel no sense of danger and you didn't seem surprised I got the feeling that you knew more than you said but felt advised To keep it in You see him in your dreams You see him in your dreams You see him in your dreams But I seem to see him all the time Now I see your trespasser go wandering alone Sometimes he's standing by the flowers or melting in the stone And even when I cannot see him I can feel it in my bones That he's still there You see him in your dreams You see him in your dreams You see him in your dreams But I seem to see him all the time You see him in your dreams You see him in your dreams You see him in your dreams But I seem to see him all the time |
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from Al Stewart - Famous Last Words (1993)
In the sapling years of the post war world
In an English market town I do believe we travelled in schoolboy blue The cap upon the crown Books on knee Our faces pressed against the dusty railway carriage panes As all our lives went rolling on the clicking wheels of trains The school years passed like eternity And at last were left behind And it seemed the city was calling me To see what I might find Almost grown, I stood before horizons made of dreams I think I stole a kiss or two while rolling on the clicking wheels of trains Trains All our lives were a whistle stop affair No ties or chains Throwing words like fireworks in the air Not much remains A photograph in your memory Through the coloured lens of time All our lives were just a smudge of smoke against the sky The silver rails spread far and wide Through the nineteenth century Some straight and true, some serpentine From the cities to the sea And out of sight Of those who rode in style there worked the military mind On through the night to plot and chart the twisting paths of trains On the day they buried Jean Juarez World War One broke free Like an angry river overflowing Its banks impatiently While mile on mile The soldiers filled the railway stations arteries and veins I see them now go laughing on the clicking wheels of trains Trains Rolling off to the front Across the narrow Russian gauge Weeks turn into months And the enthusiasm wanes Sacrifices in seas of mud, and still you don't know why All their lives are just a puff of smoke against the sky Then came surrender, then came the peace Then revolution out of the east Then came the crash, then came the tears Then came the thirties, the nightmare years Then came the same thing over again Mad as the moon That watches over the plain Oh, driven insane But oh what kind of trains are these That I never saw before Snatching up the refugees From the ghettoes of the war To stand confused With all their worldly goods, beneath the watching guard's disdain As young and old go rolling on the clicking wheels of trains And the driver only does this job With vodka in his coat And he turns around and he makes a sign With his hand across his throat For days on end Through sun and snow, the destination still remains the same For those who ride with death above the clicking wheels of trains Trains What became of the innocence They had in childhood games Painted red or blue When I was young they all had names Who'll remember the ones who only rode in them to die All their lives are just a smudge of smoke against the sky Now forty years have come and gone And I'm far away from there And I ride the Amtrak from NewYork City To Philadelphia And there's a man to bring you food and drink And sometimes passengers exchange A smile or two rolling on the humming wheels But I can't tell you if it's them Or if it's only me But I believe when they look outside They don't see what I see Over there Beyond the trees it seems that I can just make out the stained Fields of Poland calling out to all the passing trains Trains I suppose that there's nothing In this life remains the same Everything is governed By the losses and the gains Still sometimes I get caught up in the past I can't say why All our lives are just a smudge of smoke Or just a breath of wind against the sky |
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from Al Stewart - Time Passages (1978)
Sleeping under the sky
The barges are gone to a lost decade On overgrown banks here Lovers footsteps went by Long before ever the roads were made And in our turn we passed here And carved our names on trees As the days washed by like Waves of an endless sea Under timeless arcadian skies Under timeless arcadian skies Time runs through your fingers You never hold it at all till it's gone Some fragments just linger with you Like snow in the spring hanging on I left the village behind in the night To fade like a sail on the darkening seas The shifts and changes in the patterns of life Will weather it more than the centuries And in another village in a far off foreign land The new day breaks out opening up its hand And the sun has the moon in his eyes As he wanders the timeless skies |
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from Al Stewart - The Originals (2000)
Sleeping under the sky
The barges are gone to a lost decade On overgrown banks here Lovers footsteps went by Long before ever the roads were made And in our turn we passed here And carved our names on trees As the days washed by like Waves of an endless sea Under timeless arcadian skies Under timeless arcadian skies Time runs through your fingers You never hold it at all till it's gone Some fragments just linger with you Like snow in the spring hanging on I left the village behind in the night To fade like a sail on the darkening seas The shifts and changes in the patterns of life Will weather it more than the centuries And in another village in a far off foreign land The new day breaks out opening up its hand And the sun has the moon in his eyes As he wanders the timeless skies |
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from Al Stewart - Time Passages Live [live] (1973)
It was late in December, the sky turned to snow All round the day was going down slow Night like a river beginning to flow I felt the beat of my mind go Drifting into time passages Years go falling in the fading light Time passages Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight Well I'm not the kind to live in the past The years run too short and the days too fast The things you lean on are the things that don't last Well it's just now and then my line gets cast into these Time passages There's something back here that you left behind Oh time passages Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight Hear the echoes and feel yourself starting to turn Don't know why you should feel That there's something to learn It's just a game that you play Well the picture is changing Now you're part of a crowd They're laughing at something And the music's loud A girl comes towards you You once used to know You reach out your hand But you're all alone, in these Time passages I know you're in there, you're just out of sight Time passages Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight |
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from Al Stewart - Time Passages (1978)
It was late in December, the sky turned to snow
All round the day was going down slow Night like a river beginning to flow I felt the beat of my mind go Drifting into time passages Years go falling in the fading light Time passages Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight Well I'm not the kind to live in the past The years run too short and the days too fast The things you lean on are the things that don't last Well it's just now and then my line gets cast into these Time passages There's something back here that you left behind Oh time passages Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight Hear the echoes and feel yourself starting to turn Don't know why you should feel That there's something to learn It's just a game that you play Well the picture is changing Now you're part of a crowd They're laughing at something And the music's loud A girl comes towards you You once used to know You reach out your hand But you're all alone, in these Time passages I know you're in there, you're just out of sight Time passages Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight |
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from Al Stewart - The Live Radio Concert [live] (1980)
It was late in December, the sky turned to snow
All round the day was going down slow Night like a river beginning to flow I felt the beat of my mind go Drifting into time passages Years go falling in the fading light Time passages Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight Well I'm not the kind to live in the past The years run too short and the days too fast The things you lean on are the things that don't last Well it's just now and then my line gets cast into these Time passages There's something back here that you left behind Oh time passages Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight Hear the echoes and feel yourself starting to turn Don't know why you should feel That there's something to learn It's just a game that you play Well the picture is changing Now you're part of a crowd They're laughing at something And the music's loud A girl comes towards you You once used to know You reach out your hand But you're all alone, in these Time passages I know you're in there, you're just out of sight Time passages Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight |
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from Al Stewart - Live Indian Summer [live] (1981)
It was late in December, the sky turned to snow
All round the day was going down slow Night like a river beginning to flow I felt the beat of my mind go Drifting into time passages Years go falling in the fading light Time passages Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight Well I'm not the kind to live in the past The years run too short and the days too fast The things you lean on are the things that don't last Well it's just now and then my line gets cast into these Time passages There's something back here that you left behind Oh time passages Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight Hear the echoes and feel yourself starting to turn Don't know why you should feel That there's something to learn It's just a game that you play Well the picture is changing Now you're part of a crowd They're laughing at something And the music's loud A girl comes towards you You once used to know You reach out your hand But you're all alone, in these Time passages I know you're in there, you're just out of sight Time passages Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight |
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from Al Stewart - Live (1997)
It was late in December, the sky turned to snow
All round the day was going down slow Night like a river beginning to flow I felt the beat of my mind go Drifting into time passages Years go falling in the fading light Time passages Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight Well I'm not the kind to live in the past The years run too short and the days too fast The things you lean on are the things that don't last Well it's just now and then my line gets cast into these Time passages There's something back here that you left behind Oh time passages Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight Hear the echoes and feel yourself starting to turn Don't know why you should feel That there's something to learn It's just a game that you play Well the picture is changing Now you're part of a crowd They're laughing at something And the music's loud A girl comes towards you You once used to know You reach out your hand But you're all alone, in these Time passages I know you're in there, you're just out of sight Time passages Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight |
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from Al Stewart - Essential (2003)
It was late in December, the sky turned to snow
All round the day was going down slow Night like a river beginning to flow I felt the beat of my mind go Drifting into time passages Years go falling in the fading light Time passages Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight Well I'm not the kind to live in the past The years run too short and the days too fast The things you lean on are the things that don't last Well it's just now and then my line gets cast into these Time passages There's something back here that you left behind Oh time passages Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight Hear the echoes and feel yourself starting to turn Don't know why you should feel That there's something to learn It's just a game that you play Well the picture is changing Now you're part of a crowd They're laughing at something And the music's loud A girl comes towards you You once used to know You reach out your hand But you're all alone, in these Time passages I know you're in there, you're just out of sight Time passages Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight |
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from Al Stewart - Between The Wars (1995)
Three mules came over a hill
They were dragging a cart Creaking, it seemed to be falling apart Laden with millions of dreams It weighed more than they thought They never noticed the wheels getting caught They pulled on, staring ahead With blinkered eyes and lowered heads Hoping that all would be fine I see them now Time out of time Ramsey and Stanley and Neville Were the names of the mules Each wore a bridle encrusted with jewels And though a murmur of voices Was rising behind Each laboured on And they paid it no mind They pulled on with never a doubt Past boulders and holes Till the road petered out And giving a snort they sat down Waiting for somebody else to come round And from this are our lives writ large From the beach at Dunkirk To Pickett's Charge And it's hard to go back after coming this far Down the road Three mules looked over a fence At the field beyond Green as a forest it shone in the sun Into the stillness they broke Like a stone in a pond And kicking the gate down They brayed at the ground And pulled on tugging a dream Out of a smile and into a scream And tossed the damp soil all around Until the whole field turned muddy brown And from this are our lives writ large From the beach at Dunkirk To Pickett's Charge And it's hard to go back after coming this far Down the road Ah, but it's not very easy now being a mule I don't believe you appreciate all that we do Look at this long and unfortunate face Try to imagine that you're in my place This is my nature And to it I have to be true Three mules came over a hill With a sorrowful air Though we've been judged, they said It's hardly fair All that we did was for you And the good of the cause Then they went back to the sound of applause They went back into the night Where a sickle of moon Left a trickle of light And while we lay under our roofs The whole night filled up With the beating of hooves And from this are our lives writ large From the beach at Dunkirk To Pickett's Charge And it's hard to go back after coming this far Down the road And from this are our lives writ large And every day Is Pickett's Charge And it's hard to go back after coming this far Down the road |
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from Al Stewart - Time Passages (1978)
The wands of smoke are rising
From the walls of the Bastille And through the streets of Paris Runs a sense of the unreal. The Kings have all departed There servants are nowhere We burned out their mansions In the name of Robespierre. And still we wait to see the day begin Our time is wasting in the wind Wondering why, wondering why, it echoes Through the lonely palace of Versailles. Inside the midnight councils The lamps are burning low Oh you sit and talk all through the night But there's just no place to go. And Bonaparte is coming With his army from the south Marat your days are numbered And we live hand to mouth. While we wait to see the day begin Our time is wasting in the wind Wondering why, wondering why, it echoes Through the lonely palace of Versailles. The ghost of revolution Still prowls the Paris streets Down all the restless centuries It wonders incomplete. It speaks inside the cheap red wine Of cafe summer nights Its red and amber voices Call the cars at traffic lights. Why do you wait to see the day begin Your time is wasting in the wind Wondering why, wondering why, it echoes Through the lonely palace of Versailles. Wondering why, it echoes Through the lonely palace of Versailles. |
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from Best Pop 100 Gold (2008)
The Palace Of Versailles
by Al Stewart The wands of smoke are rising From the walls of the Bastille And through the streets of Paris Runs a sense of the unreal The Kings have all departed There servants are nowhere We burned out their mansions In the name of Robespierre And still we wait To see the day begin Our time is wasting in the wind Wondering why Wondering why, it echoes Through the lonely palace of Versailles Inside the midnight councils The lamps are burning low On you sit and talk all through the night But there's just no place to go And Bonaparte is coming With his army from the south Marat your days are numbered And we live hand to mouth While we wait To see the day begin Our time is wasting in the wind Wondering why Wondering why, it echoes Through the lonely palace of Versailles The ghost of revolution Still prowls the Paris streets Down all the restless centuries It wonders incomplete It speaks inside the cheap red wine Of cafe summer nights Its red and amber voices Call the cars at traffic lights Why do you wait To see the day begin Your time is wasting in the wind Wondering why Wondering why, it echoes Through the lonely palace of Versailles Wondering why, it echoes Through the lonely palace of Versailles |
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from Al Stewart - Russians & Americans (1984)
I came upon two strangers on a black and white TV
In a hotel room called nowhere, in the dead of half-past three Their eyes met across the captain's table Both trying to resist, but just weren't able The one that got away. You knew it had to happen, the music grew intense In love affairs on oceans, the feelings seem immense Looks like they headed into stormy weather Oh, they saw it, even though they stuck together The one that got away Now he sees past the glamour, she sees past the lies The night is quick to anger, the dawn is slow to rise Who knows what the powers are that divide us? She still keeps a photograph beside herThe one that got away The one that got away |
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from Al Stewart - Orange (1972)
I have heard the news from Spain
Now you say you've many things yet to be learning And you don't know if or when you'll be returning It depends on how Everything works out If it can somehow In Carvajal And I have heard the news from Spain Now you've found someone you don't have to be tied to And he dried your eyes, and later he lay beside you As the simple wine Of the flow of time Pulled us out of rhyme In Carvajal Into a taxi and down to the airport In only the clothes I was standing in A scribbled address, a toothbrush, a passport The money we saved in the biscuit tin Running afraid to a strange Spanish town Searching the sands and the shoreline... And I have heard the news from Spain Now the Winter winds possess the Southern reaches And the sea folds like a mantle on the beaches And the crowds have gone And I've left my song To be killed alone In Carvajal In Carvajal In Carvajal |
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from Al Stewart - Sparks Of Ancient Light (2008)
This place is so far away
From what passes for civilized life No shops and no cars and no city lights Just a river of stars Over the southernmost ocean so cold A small group of rocks, seagulls and ice Some ramshackle huts A paper in french from long ago A finger that juts out into the foam No boats come this way A few expeditions that pass now and then They'll be back someday But I don't know when It's the loneliest place on the map Night time is utterly black I came here by some grave mishap And I can't find my way back It's all as remote As the wintry smile that you gave As you buttoned your coat And love was erased So this is goodbye I see you silently rowing away The desolate sky threatening rain It's the loneliest place on the map Night time is utterly black I came here by some grave mishap And I can't find my way back |
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from Al Stewart - Past, Present And Future (1974)
The morning is humming, it's a quarter past nine
I should be working down in the vines But I'm lying here with a good friend of mine Watching the sun in her hair I pick the grapes from the hills to the sea The fields of France are a home to me Ah, but today lying here is a good place to be I can't go anywhere But as we slip in and out of embrace Like some old and familiar place Reflecting all of my dreams in her face like before On the last day of June 1934 Just out of Cambridge in a narrow country lane A bottle-green Bentley in the driving rain Slips and skids round a corner, then pulls straight again Heads up the drive to the door The lights of the party shine over the fields Where lovers and dancers watch catherine wheels And argue realities digging their heels In a world that's finished with war And a lost wind of summer blows into the streets Past the tramps in the alleyways, the rich in silk sheets And Europe lies sleeping, you feel her heartbeats through the floor On the last day of June 19... On the night that Ernst Roehm died voices rang out In the rolling Bavarian hills And swept through the cities and danced in the gutters Grown strong like the joining of wills Oh echoed away like a roar in the distance In moonlight carved out of steel Singing "All the lonely, so long and so long You don't know how I long, how I long You can't hold me, I'm strong now I'm strong Stronger than your law" I sit here now by the banks of the Rhine Dipping my feet in the cold stream of time And I know I'm a dreamer, I know I'm out of line With the people I see everywhere The couples pass by me, they're looking so good Their arms round each other, they head for the woods They don't care who Ernst Roehm was, no reason they should Just a shadow that hangs in the air But I thought I saw him cross over the hill With a whole ghostly army of men at his heel And struck in the moment it seemed to be real like before On the last day of June 1934 |
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from Al Stewart - Modern Times (1975)
Oh you slipped away from the harbour side
In the morning bright and clear And your sails were filled with the rising wind And you laughed for all to hear But you never glanced at the ragged dance Of your lovers on the quay Don't call on them when the winds rise high On the dark and the rolling sea Oh you set your course for the furthest shores And you never once looked back And the flag you flew was a pirate cross On a field of velvet black And those landsmen who you but lately knew Were left stranded on the lea Don't call on them when the storm clouds rise On the dark and the rolling sea Oh I have no need of a chart or creed You told your waiting crew For the winds of chance, they will bear us straight And you spoke as though you knew So you paid no mind to the warning signs As you gave your words so free Don't change your tack when the timbers crack On the dark and the rolling sea Now the thunder rails in the great mainsails And the stars desert the skies And the rigging strains as the hands of rain Reach down to wash your eyes And your oarsmen stands with his knife in hand And his eyes spell mutiny Don't call my name when your ship goes down On the dark and the rolling sea |
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from Al Stewart - Bedsitter Images (1967)
Mr Carmichael says that he loves his wife, I believe he does
Gives her everything that a man can give But Mr Carmichael beggars himself on the altar of his love And you can tell him that that's not the way to live And oh how the wind has blown The leaves from the linden tree And oh when the night grows free Why does Mrs Carmichael come to me? Mrs Carmichael rises at ten, takes her time, is at her ease Drinking coffee in slippers and negligee Opens the door and the milkman brings her dreams, there's no-one sees Except the statue of Venus and she won't say And oh how the wind has blown The leaves from the linden tree And oh when the night grows free Why does Mrs Carmichael come to me? Oh Mr Carmichael, captain and star of his office billiards team Smiles to greet the applause as his ball goes in Hurrying back, bringing his victory home but there's no-one here And supper waits on the table inside a tin And oh how the linden leaves Lie tossed as the night wind blows And struck in his silent pose Mr Carmichael weeps and there's no-one knows |
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from Al Stewart - Russians & Americans (1984)
Inside the lonely building sits the candidate
His speech is typed and ready, the hundred dollar plates Sit on deserted tables beneath fluorescent light But no one comes to hear him; no cheers disturb the night So where are all the voters? Where the voters' wives? They've all gone to the movies, trying to understand their lives The candidate is slipping into some dream of old Not noticing around him, a thousand rubber chickens going cold. |
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from Al Stewart - The Originals (2000)
Inside the lonely building sits the candidate
His speech is typed and ready, the hundred dollar plates Sit on deserted tables beneath fluorescent light But no one comes to hear him; no cheers disturb the night So where are all the voters? Where the voters' wives? They've all gone to the movies, trying to understand their lives The candidate is slipping into some dream of old Not noticing around him, a thousand rubber chickens going cold. |
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from Al Stewart - Love Chronicles (1969)
David Foster lives in Gloucester with his family
Works 'til pay-time, through the day-time, then comes home for tea Steak and kidney, then with Sydney to his club and feels free They close the bar, he finds his car and then goes home to sleep And his wife has been with Rosie, in the parlour where it's cosy Watching telly, doing dishes, patching pants and making wishes And he'll say "Bill should have wired" And "Not tonight dear, I'm too tired" And life drifts slowly by in the provinces Peter Foster goes to Gloucester for his first school day Bites his teacher, sees a preacher and is taught to pray Sees some birds and learns some words it's very, very rude to say Yes, he's rather like his father was in his young day And his father has discussions, holding forth about the Russians "Will the Red Chinese attack us?" "Do we need the Yanks to back us? "And in bed she feels his shoulder, but he grunts and just turns over And life drifts slowly by in the provinces Wedding rings come with strings but love depends on the little things "Oh could that still be really you?" "Is there anything time can't do? David Foster's been promoted, he's a decent sort Peter's gone to Dad's old Public School, it's good for sport They've even got a private parking place down in Huntingdon Court Maybe soon he'll be a magistrate, the neighbours thought Yes, and then he'll teach the beatniks And the hang-around-the-streetnicks And the good-for-nothing loafers Who knock girls up on their sofas And his wife is quite nice, really Though she seems a little dreamy Recently... I was born and brought up on the east side of town And my earliest days they passed quickly I would play after school with the kids all around In the sun and the dust of the back streets Oh, all through my girlhood the war had its day And my daddy he would always be leaving So my brother and I we would sit by her side Telling our tales through the evening Oh, I grew with the days and the boys came to call In the back shed I learned about kissing But I don't think my mother has noticed at all For we've heard that my daddy is missing Then my school days they were over and I went off to work And my mother grew quieter and greyer So one day I left her and went off to live With Billy, a saxophone player In our broken down attic we laughed and made love And all that we had we were sharing Oh, we slept through the day and played into the night God, we did as we pleased without caring Oh but a year's passed away and he's left me one day To play in a far away country And the sun told my eyes "You've got no place to hide" As I waited to be having his baby Oh I lived in the park and the men passed and stared Each wondering which one had lost her And one came to ask could he buy me a meal And he said he was called David Foster We were married that month and I swore to myself Somehow I'd pay back what I owed him Cooking his supper and cleaning his boots Yes, and kidding myself I could love him Oh, but now my baby is grown and he's gone out to school And he looks very much like his daddy And David has buried himself in his work And the time on my hands, it hangs heavy Oh, the neighbours they smile as we pass in the streets And they make their remarks on the weather But the butcher and baker deliver things now And I've stopped going out altogether Oh, I live by my mirror and stare in my eyes Trying to make out who I see there But I'm looking at a woman that I can't recognize And I don't think she knows me either There are lines on her face and her hair is a mess And the light in her eyes it grows colder In the morning there's nothing will change, ah but yes I will be just a little bit older |
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from Al Stewart - Past, Present And Future (1974)
Cut glass porcupine sailing on the Serpentine
Fingers on the skyline pulling down the black blinds Terminal eyes at the edge of the night Rivulet of dark wine moving in a straight line Sumdging out the stop signs, running down the life lines Terminal eyes at the edge of the night Shadows on the ceiling, coffee cup congealing Tarot cards revealing, a solitary feeling Terminal eyes, but I think it's alright Silver studded jet plane screaming through the migraine Cutting through the cellophane, wrappers of your tired brain Terminal eyes - put out the light Terminal eyes Only the lonely Arabian skies Terminal eyes Calling you home from your restless disguise Hands of the windmill moving to a standstill Rain on the windowsill, ashes on the phone bill Terminal eyes at the edge of the night Rain drop fire flies sparkle on the shop blinds Echoes of the summertime flicker in the street-signs Terminal eyes at the edge of the night Shadows on the ceiling, coffee cup congealing Eyes that look unseeing, hands that look unfeeling Terminal eyes, I think it's alright Silver-studded sea plane breaking through the migraine Cutting through the cellophane, enveloping your tired brain Terminal eyes, put out the light Terminal eyes Only the lonely Arabian skies Terminal eyes Calling you home from your restless disguise Terminal eyes Only the lonely Arabian skies Terminal eyes Calling you home from your restless disguise |
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from Al Stewart - Bedsitter Images (1967)
On a Christmas cake day one
Friday in August In a bookshop in Charing Cross Road I first set eyes on a girl and at once I did know She had eyes like a poet and hair like a rainbow Reflecting the lights that did glow And the sadness she kept in her eyes Struck my senses a blow And so as by chance at the touch of a glance We could find ourselves out in the road With no crush of time to defeat us and no place to go And I couldn't say how but the coffee bar crowd Had appeared through the silence that broke And she said "Oh my father's a judge in St Albans you know." "Oh well, then perhaps I could help you You know that St. Albans is miles away And I've got a room in Swiss Cottage in which you could stay "She laughed "Oh I couldn't do that, For I've got to be up in the morning you see. "So I rang up to find out the first morning train she could take And so in the gloom of a candlelit room With spaghetti, two forks and a plate She said "Oh I really would like to be free and escape." "Oh well if it's like thatYou don't have to go back And you're perfectly welcome to stay" "But I've not finished school yet." she said as she got into bed And so as she slept and the pure morning crept Through the windows to take her away I thought you can't make people be what you want them to be I could see my self nailed to a dormitory tale Of a holiday night's escapade And just yesterday she had seemed like a woman to me And so like a child with the sleep in her eyes Where the sadness of age had once been She left on the train with a "See you again" and a smile And I couldn't say what I had won or I lost Or even just what I had seen But when I'm alone I just think of her once in awhile. |
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from Al Stewart - Bedsitter Images (1967)
On a Christmas cake day one
Friday in August In a bookshop in Charing Cross Road I first set eyes on a girl and at once I did know She had eyes like a poet and hair like a rainbow Reflecting the lights that did glow And the sadness she kept in her eyes Struck my senses a blow And so as by chance at the touch of a glance We could find ourselves out in the road With no crush of time to defeat us and no place to go And I couldn't say how but the coffee bar crowd Had appeared through the silence that broke And she said "Oh my father's a judge in St Albans you know." "Oh well, then perhaps I could help you You know that St. Albans is miles away And I've got a room in Swiss Cottage in which you could stay "She laughed "Oh I couldn't do that, For I've got to be up in the morning you see. "So I rang up to find out the first morning train she could take And so in the gloom of a candlelit room With spaghetti, two forks and a plate She said "Oh I really would like to be free and escape." "Oh well if it's like thatYou don't have to go back And you're perfectly welcome to stay" "But I've not finished school yet." she said as she got into bed And so as she slept and the pure morning crept Through the windows to take her away I thought you can't make people be what you want them to be I could see my self nailed to a dormitory tale Of a holiday night's escapade And just yesterday she had seemed like a woman to me And so like a child with the sleep in her eyes Where the sadness of age had once been She left on the train with a "See you again" and a smile And I couldn't say what I had won or I lost Or even just what I had seen But when I'm alone I just think of her once in awhile. |
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from Al Stewart - Modern Times (1975)
Look out, look out, Phoenix cried
My time must be at hand I'm feeling cold and I don't know why The ground moves where I stand. All the lies she gave to me In words that twist and bend Now the only place for me Is down in the swallow wind. Far off and long ago She came when I was young A silver moon shining in her eyes And strange the song she sang. All so easy I trusted her I thought she was my friend Now the only place for me Is down in the swallow wind. And I don't really know what to tell you now It's something I just can't control I thought you wanted to take my love Now you want my soul. Last time I saw her She was standing in the sand The ashen moon was in her hair And a cross was in her hand. I'm sailing alone, she cried Though I can't believe I sinned Now the only place for me Is down in the swallow wind. |
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from Al Stewart - Modern Times (1975)
Look out, look out, Phoenix cried
My time must be at hand I'm feeling cold and I don't know why The ground moves where I stand. All the lies she gave to me In words that twist and bend Now the only place for me Is down in the swallow wind. Far off and long ago She came when I was young A silver moon shining in her eyes And strange the song she sang. All so easy I trusted her I thought she was my friend Now the only place for me Is down in the swallow wind. And I don't really know what to tell you now It's something I just can't control I thought you wanted to take my love Now you want my soul. Last time I saw her She was standing in the sand The ashen moon was in her hair And a cross was in her hand. I'm sailing alone, she cried Though I can't believe I sinned Now the only place for me Is down in the swallow wind. |
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from Al Stewart - Russians & Americans (1984)
You're a strange girl, you come from a strange family
You're a strange girl, I don't understand your vanity. Your mother's taking pills all day, she's looking to escape Your uncle's in the County Jail for statutory rape Just another runner never made it to the tape. Your cousin gets his kicks setting everything on fire Your little brother always lets the air out of my tyres Your sister wants to prove that she's an object of desire. You're a strange girl, you come from a strange family You're a strange girl, I don't understand your fantasy. Your father's a collector and his things are a delight He likes cameras and binoculars and everything in sight He collects them in a wagon in the middle of the night. Every holiday's a nightmare and it's giving me the chills Everybody ends up fighting, I remember it still The only thing that they agree on is it's me they want to kill. You're a strange girl, you come from a strange family You're a strange girl, I don't understand your vanity. I think we ought to break up, I could really use the rest Everything I like you say is something you detest But every time I try to leave you say you love me best. I was looking for some mystery, I thought you'd be the girl I really must admit you were like nothing in this world I finally got the oyster but I never found the pearl. You're a strange girl, you come from a strange family You're a strange girl, I don't understand your vanity. You're a strange girl, you come from a strange family You're a strange girl, I think you're headed for calamity. (Strange strange) girl (Strange strange) girl (Strange strange) most peculiar! (Strange strange) girl. |
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from Al Stewart - The Originals (2000)
You're a strange girl, you come from a strange family
You're a strange girl, I don't understand your vanity. Your mother's taking pills all day, she's looking to escape Your uncle's in the County Jail for statutory rape Just another runner never made it to the tape. Your cousin gets his kicks setting everything on fire Your little brother always lets the air out of my tyres Your sister wants to prove that she's an object of desire. You're a strange girl, you come from a strange family You're a strange girl, I don't understand your fantasy. Your father's a collector and his things are a delight He likes cameras and binoculars and everything in sight He collects them in a wagon in the middle of the night. Every holiday's a nightmare and it's giving me the chills Everybody ends up fighting, I remember it still The only thing that they agree on is it's me they want to kill. You're a strange girl, you come from a strange family You're a strange girl, I don't understand your vanity. I think we ought to break up, I could really use the rest Everything I like you say is something you detest But every time I try to leave you say you love me best. I was looking for some mystery, I thought you'd be the girl I really must admit you were like nothing in this world I finally got the oyster but I never found the pearl. You're a strange girl, you come from a strange family You're a strange girl, I don't understand your vanity. You're a strange girl, you come from a strange family You're a strange girl, I think you're headed for calamity. (Strange strange) girl (Strange strange) girl (Strange strange) most peculiar! (Strange strange) girl. |
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from Al Stewart - Orange (1972)
"Oh I know that you are an artist" she said
"For you make your songs out of clay You carry the dust on your hands and your face You never quite brushed it away You were trying to chisel a perfect truth When the instrument broke in your hand Now you sit all alone on the greenhouse roof With your shoes full of sand" And the golden rays of the sun divide In the slanting mists of the rain And Maggie is on the road again "Oh I know that you were a sailor" she said "Till you came too close to the shore And like any shipwrecked sailor now You live by an open door And when evening sails in the masts of the trees Your feet seem to slip on the ground And you long for the little ship In which you can safely drown" And the silver mounds of the waves divide At the feet of the wind and the rain And Maggie is far at sea again "0h I know that you were an outlaw" she said "And you robbed both the rich and the poor Now you seek my bed like a sanctuary But you keep one eye on the door And you press my hand in the dead of the night And say I can heal all your wounds In the morning your eyes just look hunted again You'll be leaving soon" And the silver rays of the moon divide In the slanting mists of the rain And Maggie is on the prowl again "So I know that you are an artist" she said "And you make your songs out of clay For you carry the dust on your hands and your face You never quite brushed it away And you work with your back to an open door While the light is beginning to fade And the windows are liquid the sky is alive And the night is jade" And the silver rays of the moon divide In the slanting mists of the rain And Maggie is on the road again And the silver rays of the moon divide At the feet of the wind and the rain And Maggie, I'm at your door again |
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from Al Stewart - Time Passages Live [live] (1973)
I was making my way through the wasteland The road into town passes through I was changing the radio stations With my mind on you Oh your friends call you "Lily Paloma" But that's not the way that you are It's too much of a gentle misnomer For a shooting star But you and me baby I saw you there Straight away I knew There's really no hiding I'll tell you right now What we're gonna do We'll go collecting the days Putting the moments away You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio I remember the first time I saw you Alone in the dark with a drink With a candle flame burning before you And your thoughts closed in You were staring out into the distance Not seeming to hear what I said Why did you put up such resistance Like all the lights are red 'Cause you and me baby I saw you there Straight away I knew There's really no hiding I'll tell you right now What we're gonna do We'll go collecting the days Putting the moments away You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio I don't know what it was that was painful But sometimes it's there in your face There are times when you just look disdainful Of the human race Ah, but then on the wings of emotion We circle each other in flight Till together we roll like the ocean In its bed at night 'Cause you and me baby I saw you there Straight away I knew There's really no hiding I'll tell you right now What we're gonna do We'll go collecting the days Putting the moments away You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio |
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from Al Stewart - Time Passages (1978)
I was making my way through the wasteland
The road into town passes through I was changing the radio stations With my mind on you Oh your friends call you "Lily Paloma" But that's not the way that you are It's too much of a gentle misnomer For a shooting star But you and me baby I saw you there Straight away I knew There's really no hiding I'll tell you right now What we're gonna do We'll go collecting the days Putting the moments away You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio I remember the first time I saw you Alone in the dark with a drink With a candle flame burning before you And your thoughts closed in You were staring out into the distance Not seeming to hear what I said Why did you put up such resistance Like all the lights are red 'Cause you and me baby I saw you there Straight away I knew There's really no hiding I'll tell you right now What we're gonna do We'll go collecting the days Putting the moments away You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio I don't know what it was that was painful But sometimes it's there in your face There are times when you just look disdainful Of the human race Ah, but then on the wings of emotion We circle each other in flight Till together we roll like the ocean In its bed at night 'Cause you and me baby I saw you there Straight away I knew There's really no hiding I'll tell you right now What we're gonna do We'll go collecting the days Putting the moments away You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio |
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from Al Stewart - The Live Radio Concert [live] (1980)
I was making my way through the wasteland
The road into town passes through I was changing the radio stations With my mind on you Oh your friends call you "Lily Paloma" But that's not the way that you are It's too much of a gentle misnomer For a shooting star But you and me baby I saw you there Straight away I knew There's really no hiding I'll tell you right now What we're gonna do We'll go collecting the days Putting the moments away You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio I remember the first time I saw you Alone in the dark with a drink With a candle flame burning before you And your thoughts closed in You were staring out into the distance Not seeming to hear what I said Why did you put up such resistance Like all the lights are red 'Cause you and me baby I saw you there Straight away I knew There's really no hiding I'll tell you right now What we're gonna do We'll go collecting the days Putting the moments away You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio I don't know what it was that was painful But sometimes it's there in your face There are times when you just look disdainful Of the human race Ah, but then on the wings of emotion We circle each other in flight Till together we roll like the ocean In its bed at night 'Cause you and me baby I saw you there Straight away I knew There's really no hiding I'll tell you right now What we're gonna do We'll go collecting the days Putting the moments away You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio |
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from Al Stewart - The Originals (2000)
I was making my way through the wasteland
The road into town passes through I was changing the radio stations With my mind on you Oh your friends call you "Lily Paloma" But that's not the way that you are It's too much of a gentle misnomer For a shooting star But you and me baby I saw you there Straight away I knew There's really no hiding I'll tell you right now What we're gonna do We'll go collecting the days Putting the moments away You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio I remember the first time I saw you Alone in the dark with a drink With a candle flame burning before you And your thoughts closed in You were staring out into the distance Not seeming to hear what I said Why did you put up such resistance Like all the lights are red 'Cause you and me baby I saw you there Straight away I knew There's really no hiding I'll tell you right now What we're gonna do We'll go collecting the days Putting the moments away You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio I don't know what it was that was painful But sometimes it's there in your face There are times when you just look disdainful Of the human race Ah, but then on the wings of emotion We circle each other in flight Till together we roll like the ocean In its bed at night 'Cause you and me baby I saw you there Straight away I knew There's really no hiding I'll tell you right now What we're gonna do We'll go collecting the days Putting the moments away You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio |
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from Al Stewart - Essential (2003)
I was making my way through the wasteland
The road into town passes through I was changing the radio stations With my mind on you Oh your friends call you "Lily Paloma" But that's not the way that you are It's too much of a gentle misnomer For a shooting star But you and me baby I saw you there Straight away I knew There's really no hiding I'll tell you right now What we're gonna do We'll go collecting the days Putting the moments away You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio I remember the first time I saw you Alone in the dark with a drink With a candle flame burning before you And your thoughts closed in You were staring out into the distance Not seeming to hear what I said Why did you put up such resistance Like all the lights are red 'Cause you and me baby I saw you there Straight away I knew There's really no hiding I'll tell you right now What we're gonna do We'll go collecting the days Putting the moments away You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio I don't know what it was that was painful But sometimes it's there in your face There are times when you just look disdainful Of the human race Ah, but then on the wings of emotion We circle each other in flight Till together we roll like the ocean In its bed at night 'Cause you and me baby I saw you there Straight away I knew There's really no hiding I'll tell you right now What we're gonna do We'll go collecting the days Putting the moments away You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio |
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from Al Stewart - A Beach Full Of Shells (2005)
On the platform of an old railway station I enter a dream
And a couple are saying good-bye through the noise and the steam But it's just "Brief Encounter" my mind is trying to rerun And I wait for the poignant finale but the dream has moved on And the train has turned into a ship that is sailing away And the platform is a beach full of shells under silvery grey And the girl on the beach is an English Prime Minister's daughter And she watches the ship disappear at the edge of the water And it feels like the pain in her heart will be never-ending And everyone feels this way in the beginning And she watches the ship disappear for the length of a sigh And the maker of rhymes onthe deck who is going to die In the corner of some foreign field that will make him so famous As a light temporarily shines to illumine his pages Then the scene has changed once again; now it's moonlight on wire And the night is disturbed by a sudden volcano of fire And a skull in a trench gazes up open-mouthed at the moon And the poets are now Wilfred own and Siegfried Sassoon And nobody talks anymore about losing and winning And everyone feels that way in the beginning And I'm up in the air looking down at a girl on a bed She's lying asleep on her side with a boook at her head And it's someone who left long ago Was it something I said? And I hope that she's reading "King Lear", but it's "Twelfth Night" instead. Now the girl and the beach and the train and the ship are all gone And the calendar up on the wall says it's ninety years on I go out into the yard where the newspaper waits There's a man on the cover we all know, defying the fates And he seems very sure ashe offers up his opinion Well everyone feels like this in the beginning When you feel that the pain in your heart will be unending Everyone feels this way in the beginning If you feel that the pain in your heart will be never-ending Well everyone feels that way in the beginning |
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from Al Stewart - Sparks Of Ancient Light (2008)
The stranger comes to town
He is greeted like a prince Society declares him wise and funny Celebrities are only decorations in this place What really matters here is old money His temporary lover has amber coloured skin In a lush apartment in the city center Bankers like his company They always let him in There is no door to tell him do not enter They're following a dream Following a dream Sleepwalking A boy has become a member of a most desired club He has a fine address in these sixties If hipness could be diagrammed he would be the hub Girls follow him round like sexy pixies There's talk among the money men in Miami beach The train is leaving You don't want to miss it Whatever it is he's offering it's there within your reach So here is the ring Why don't you kiss it They're following a dream Following a dream Sleepwalking But there's a country house a world away from here Where accusations fill the room today Something has gone missing and it's absolutely clear A servent left quite suddenly He didn't ask for money He just packed up and left quietly away Back inside the nouveau world The rich are sitting down They realize it's time for some assessments Their charasmatic friend is somehow no where to be found Along with beggered will and their investments Someone said they saw him on a plane to Salvador or Moscow Now the weather's warming The lure of easy money keeps him constantly employed It's a social service he's performing Following a dream Following a dream Sleepwalking They're following a dream Willingly it seems Sleepwalking |
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from Al Stewart - Time Passages Live [live] (1973)
I was drawn by the sirens of Titan
Carried along by their call Seeking for a way to enlighten Searching for the sense of it all Like a kiss on the wind I was thrown to the stars Captured and ordered in the army of Mars Marching to the sound of the drum in my head I followed the call Only to be Malachi Constant I thought I came to this earth Living in the heart of the moment With the riches I gained at my birth But here in the yellow and blue of my days I wander the endless Mercurian caves Watching for the signs the Harmonians make The words on the walls I was drawn by the sirens of Titan And so I came in the end Under the shadow of Saturn With statues and birds for my friends Finding a home at the end of my days Looking around I've only to say I was the victim of a series of accidents As are we all I was drawn by the sirens of Titan (as are we all) As are we all I was drawn by the sirens of Titan (as are we all) As are we all... |
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from Al Stewart - Modern Times (1975)
I was drawn by the sirens of Titan
Carried along by their call Seeking for a way to enlighten Searching for the sense of it all Like a kiss on the wind I was thrown to the stars Captured and ordered in the army of Mars Marching to the sound of the drum in my head I followed the call Only to be Malachi Constant I thought I came to this earth Living in the heart of the moment With the riches I gained at my birth But here in the yellow and blue of my days I wander the endless Mercurian caves Watching for the signs the Harmonians make The words on the walls I was drawn by the sirens of Titan And so I came in the end Under the shadow of Saturn With statues and birds for my friends Finding a home at the end of my days Looking around I've only to say I was the victim of a series of accidents As are we all I was drawn by the sirens of Titan (as are we all) As are we all I was drawn by the sirens of Titan (as are we all) As are we all... |
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from Al Stewart - Sparks Of Ancient Light (2008)
After these processions comes the sweeping up
The rag and bone possessions, an old tin cup The army trucks have hauled away the newly slain The angry crowd retreats, but they?ll be back again And the prisoner in the palace does not understand The ingratitude around him after all he?s done and planned But if this the way that it must be then he?ll be damned If he will let them take away his perfect dream Ministers stuff bank notes into leather bags Their wives have packed the jewelry and the luggage tanks The word is on the street now, growing day by day And even the informers know the stay away And the prisoner in the palace is appalled by this charade Feeling strangely unprotected by his miles of golden braid And if this is the way that it must be then I?m afraid He will not let them take away his perfect dream And these mountains of equipment brought from foreign lands Are now stacked up in the desert being buried by the sand These rows of helicopters rusting where they stand Are butterflies to take away the perfect dream He cried inside the limousine and at the airport too Where the soldier knelt before him and kissed his shoe He flew across the desert and the open sea While they tore down all his statues and his legacy And the victor greets the newsmen with a strange and stoic style They take a hundred thousand pictures and in none of them a smile But this is just the way that it must be now for a while He?s only come to bring another perfect dream |
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from Al Stewart - Year Of The Cat (1976)
You always were a city kid
Though you were country raised And back in some forgotten time We shared the cold north days But the simple life was not your style, And you just had to escape So it's goodbye to my lady of the islands On Remembrance Day the bands all played, The bells pealed through the park And you lay there by the "Do Not" signs, And shamed them with your spark Now winter moans in old men's bones As the day falls into dark And it's goodbye to my lady of the islands It was just like this Behind the kisses you so soon swept away Oh I always knew That some day you'd Be bound to just get pulled away The summer sun beats on and on, The shops swim in the heat And you're standing by the traffic signs With taxis at your feet Oh I know that in your city skin You're feeling more complete So it's goodbye to my lady of the islands No I never got the letters That you said you'd send me So it's goodbye to my lady of the islands |
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from Al Stewart - The Originals (2000)
You always were a city kid
Though you were country raised And back in some forgotten time We shared the cold north days But the simple life was not your style, And you just had to escape So it's goodbye to my lady of the islands On Remembrance Day the bands all played, The bells pealed through the park And you lay there by the "Do Not" signs, And shamed them with your spark Now winter moans in old men's bones As the day falls into dark And it's goodbye to my lady of the islands It was just like this Behind the kisses you so soon swept away Oh I always knew That some day you'd Be bound to just get pulled away The summer sun beats on and on, The shops swim in the heat And you're standing by the traffic signs With taxis at your feet Oh I know that in your city skin You're feeling more complete So it's goodbye to my lady of the islands No I never got the letters That you said you'd send me So it's goodbye to my lady of the islands |
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