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from Procol Harum - A Whiter Shade Of Pale [project] (1997)
My amazon six-triggered bride
now searching for a place to hide still sees the truth quite easily but shrouds all else in mystery while madmen in top hats and tails impale themselves on six-inch nails and some Arabian also-ran impersonates a watering can Some Santa Claus-like face of note entreats my ears to set afloat my feeble sick and weary brain and I am overcome with shame and hide inside my overcoat and hurriedly begin to quote while some Arabian sheikh most grand impersonates a hot-dog stand The Red Cross ambulance outside can only mean that I must hide 'til dusk and finally the night when I will make a hasty flight across the sea and far away to where the weary exiles stay and some Arabian oil-well impersonates a padded cell |
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from Procol Harum - Procol Harum/ Shine On Brightly [box] (2002)
My amazon six-triggered bride
Now searching for a place to hide Still sees the truth quite easily But shrouds all else in mystery While madmen in top hats and tails Impale themselves on six-inch nails And some Arabian also-ran Impersonates a watering can Some Santa Claus-like face of note Entreats my ears to set afloat My feeble sick and weary brain And I am overcome with shame And hide inside my overcoat And hurriedly begin to quote While some Arabian sheikh most grand Impersonates a hot-dog stand The Red Cross ambulance outside Can only mean that I must hide 'Til dusk and finally the night When I will make a hasty flight Across the sea and far away To where the weary exiles stay And some Arabian oil-well Impersonates a padded cell |
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from Procol Harum - The First Four [box] (2003)
My amazon six-triggered bride
Now searching for a place to hide Still sees the truth quite easily But shrouds all else in mystery While madmen in top hats and tails Impale themselves on six-inch nails And some Arabian also-ran Impersonates a watering can Some Santa Claus-like face of note Entreats my ears to set afloat My feeble sick and weary brain And I am overcome with shame And hide inside my overcoat And hurriedly begin to quote While some Arabian sheikh most grand Impersonates a hot-dog stand The Red Cross ambulance outside Can only mean that I must hide 'Til dusk and finally the night When I will make a hasty flight Across the sea and far away To where the weary exiles stay And some Arabian oil-well Impersonates a padded cell |
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from Procol Harum - The Prodigal Stranger (1991)
Remember when you felt it first?
The bitter taste of love The hand that reached inside your purse The fist inside the glove Remember how it felt to be The only one who cared You peeked behind the open door The bride is always bared You always knew this day would come You lie in bed alone The TV flickers silently A dream in every home (early mixes exist in which Gary sings 'A dream without a home') Remember when you felt it first? When you played kiss and tell The moment that the arrow pierced The pearl inside the shell Remember how good it felt to be? To really come alive You peeked behind the open door The secrets of the hive |
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from Procol Harum - The Well`s On Fire (2003)
A robe of silk I'd be to you
And on our dreams we'd journey to A land where shepherds herded sheep An' all we wished within our reach And golden sun an' silver light To bright our day and quiet our night And everybody else had flown An' there was only us alone And on our voyage I'd try to be The only star that you could see And guide you safe till night was done An' then perhaps become the sun And when you laid you down to sleep A constant vigil I would keep Though everybody else had flown An' there was only us alone |
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from Procol Harum - Grand Hotel (1973)
She's fuddled my fancy, she's muddled me good
I've taken to drinking, and given up food I'm buying an island, somewhere in the sun I'll hide from the natives, live only on rum I'm selling my memoirs, I'm writing it down If no one will pay me I'll burn down the town I'll rent out an aircraft and print on the sky If God likes my story then maybe he'll buy I'm buying a ticket for places unknown It's only a one-way: I'm not coming home She's swallowed my secret, and taken my name To follow my footsteps and knobble me lame |
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from Procol Harum - A Salty Dog (1969)
"All hands on deck! We've run afloat!"
I heard the captain cry "Explore the ship! Replace the cook! Let no one leave alive!" Across the straits, around the horn How far can sailors fly? A twisted path, our tortured course And no one left alive We sailed for parts unknown to man Where ships come home to die No lofty peak, nor fortress bold Could match our captain's eye Upon the seventh sea-sick day We made our port of call A sand so white, and sea so blue No mortal place at all We fired the guns and burned the mast And rowed from ship to shore The captain cried, we sailors wept Our tears were tears of joy Now many moons and many Junes Have passed since we made land Salty Dog, the seaman's log Your witness in my own hand |
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from Procol Harum - A Whiter Shade Of Pale [project] (1997)
We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor I was feeling kind of seasick But the crowd called out for more The room was humming harder As the ceiling flew away When we called out for another drink The waiter brought a tray * And so it was that later As the miller told his tale That her face at first just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale She said there is no reason And the truth is plain to see But I wandered through my playing cards And would not let her be One of sixteen vestal virgins Who were leaving for the coast And although my eyes were open They might just just have well been closed * Repeat And so it was that later |
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from Procol Harum - Home (1970)
About to die - the crowds applaud you
About to die - they'll resurrect you Light a candle up in kingdom come Light the way for the saviour's son A candle burning bright enough to tear the city down About to die - the crowds reward you About to die - their cheers ignore you Light a candle up in kingdom come Light the way for the chosen one No candle burned with fire enough to tear that city down About to die - the crowds applaud me About to die - they'll resurrect me Light a candle up in kingdom come Light the way for the savior's son A candle burning bright enough to tear the city down |
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from Procol Harum - The First Four [box] (2003)
About to die - the crowds applaud you
About to die - they'll resurrect you Light a candle up in kingdom come Light the way for the saviour's son A candle burning bright enough to tear the city down About to die - the crowds reward you About to die - their cheers ignore you Light a candle up in kingdom come Light the way for the chosen one No candle burned with fire enough to tear that city down About to die - the crowds applaud me About to die - they'll resurrect me Light a candle up in kingdom come Light the way for the savior's son A candle burning bright enough to tear the city down |
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from Procol Harum - The Prodigal Stranger (1991)
(g.brooker / k.reid / r.trower)
Rings upon your fingers Bells upon your toes Ev'ry day's a game of chance Ev'ry body knows In the king's apartment Heavy lies the crown There must be a thousand ways To bring that castle down Wave the mighty dollar Make us live again Lead and we will follow Faithful to the end Wave the mighty dollar Pave the streets with gold Lead us by the collar All our dreams are sold Rings upon your finger Stardust in your hair Jumping through that wall of fire All for the market share In the king's apartment Desperate human greed Try to find a diff'rent way Satisfy that need Wave the mighty dollar Make us live again Lead and we will follow Faithful to the end Wave the mighty dollar Pave the streets with gold Lead us by the collar All our dreams are sold |
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from Procol Harum - A Salty Dog (1969)
It's not that I'm so cheerful, though I'll always raise a smile
And if at times my nonsense rhymes then I'll stand trial My friends are all around me but they only breathe through fear Were I to cry, I'm sure that still they'd never see a tear In darkness through my being here, away from you The bright light of your star confronts me shining through Dull and sullen, much subdued, my skull a stony glaze Whirlpools rage on constantly, I'm not so well these days There must be something somewhere near who sees what's being done The harbour lights are burning bright, my wax is almost run In darkness through my being here, away from you The bright light of your star confronts me, shining through Come Lollard, raise your lute and sing, and to my ears her beauty bring Like Maddox in the days of old we'll feast and drink until we fold And folding still we'll spare a thought for what's been lost and what's been caught And maybe then begin again for love is life, not poison In darkness through my being here, away from you The bright light of your star confronts me, shining through Oh, shining through.... |
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from Procol Harum - The First Four [box] (2003)
It's not that I'm so cheerful, though I'll always raise a smile
And if at times my nonsense rhymes then I'll stand trial My friends are all around me but they only breathe through fear Were I to cry, I'm sure that still they'd never see a tear In darkness through my being here, away from you The bright light of your star confronts me shining through Dull and sullen, much subdued, my skull a stony glaze Whirlpools rage on constantly, I'm not so well these days There must be something somewhere near who sees what's being done The harbour lights are burning bright, my wax is almost run In darkness through my being here, away from you The bright light of your star confronts me, shining through Come Lollard, raise your lute and sing, and to my ears her beauty bring Like Maddox in the days of old we'll feast and drink until we fold And folding still we'll spare a thought for what's been lost and what's been caught And maybe then begin again for love is life, not poison In darkness through my being here, away from you The bright light of your star confronts me, shining through Oh, shining through.... |
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from Procol Harum - The Well`s On Fire (2003)
They say this fair city has ten thousand souls
Some live in mansions And some live in holes Some eat from silver And some eat from gold Some sift through garbage And sleep in the cold I saw a great highway that stretched to the stars I saw a deep river all choked up with cars A babe in a cradle and a cat with the cream An old English church yard and an old English dream Once we had a country And thought it so fair If you look through the mirror You can still find it there But now our great country Is broken and torn And all of its promise And liberties worn I saw a great highway that stretched to the stars I saw a deep river all choked up with cars A babe in a cradle and a cat with the cream An old English church yard and an old English dream I saw a great plain in winter All covered in snow Ten thousand soldiers That marched to and fro I saw a broken down building With ten thousand doors But none of them open And none of them yours I saw a great highway that stretched to the stars I saw a deep river all choked up with cars A babe in a cradle and a cat with the cream An old English church yard and an old English dream |
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from Procol Harum - Exotic Birds And Fruit (1974)
Psychiatrists and lawyers destroying mankind
Drivin' 'em crazy...and stealing 'em blind Bankers and brokers ruling the world Storing the silver and hoarding the gold Ain't no use in preachers preaching When they don't know what they're teaching The weakest man be strong as samson When you're being held to ransom Famine and hardship in true living colour Constant reminders...the plight of our brother Daily starvation our diet of news Fed to the teeth with a barrage of views Ain't no use in preachers preaching When they don't know what they're teaching The weakest man be strong as samson When you're being held to ransom Black men and white men, and arabs and jews Causing congestion and filling the queues Fighting for freedom the truth and the word Fighting the war for the end of the world Ain't no use in preachers preaching When they don't know what they're teaching Weakest man be strong as samson When you're being held to ransom |
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from Procol Harum - Exotic Birds And Fruit (1974)
Psychiatrists and lawyers destroying mankind
Drivin' 'em crazy...and stealing 'em blind Bankers and brokers ruling the world Storing the silver and hoarding the gold Ain't no use in preachers preaching When they don't know what they're teaching The weakest man be strong as samson When you're being held to ransom Famine and hardship in true living colour Constant reminders...the plight of our brother Daily starvation our diet of news Fed to the teeth with a barrage of views Ain't no use in preachers preaching When they don't know what they're teaching The weakest man be strong as samson When you're being held to ransom Black men and white men, and arabs and jews Causing congestion and filling the queues Fighting for freedom the truth and the word Fighting the war for the end of the world Ain't no use in preachers preaching When they don't know what they're teaching Weakest man be strong as samson When you're being held to ransom |
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from Procol Harum - Home (1970)
Chicken in the farmyard, there's an oven in your bin
You're growing old with sorrow, you're growing fat with sin I was living in the graveyard, I was hanging from the wall I was living in the desert, I was trying not to fall Once I stood upon Olympus, then the heavens opened wide I beheld that flaming chariot and I saw the sacred bride Now and then my life seems truer, now and then my life seems pure All in all, my thoughts are fewer - maybe death will be my cure |
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from Procol Harum - Exotic Birds And Fruit (1974)
Who will search for Holy Grail
Past the edge beyond the veil Who will come beyond the light Far from reach beyond all sight Who will share this bitter cup let the wild dogs tear them up let the cold winds blow them down drive them deep beneath the ground Who will live in darkest night Dankest gloom and quietest quiet Buried deep beneath the ground Far from any human sound Who will search for treasure trove Scour the seas and scale the globe Past the peaks beyond the heights Farmost reaches furthest sights Who will share this bitter cup let the wild dogs tear them up let the cold winds blow them down drive them deep beneath the ground |
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from Procol Harum - A Salty Dog (1969)
Some say they will and some say they won't
Some say they do and some say they don't Some say they shall and some say they shan't Some say they can and some say they can't (All right!) All in all it's all the same, But call me if there's any change Some say there's nothing and some say there's lots Some say they've started while some say they've stopped Some say they're going and some say they've been Yes, some say they're looking and some say they've seen (Oh, yes!) All in all it's all the same, But call me if there's any change |
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from Procol Harum - The First Four [box] (2003)
Some say they will and some say they won't
Some say they do and some say they don't Some say they shall and some say they shan't Some say they can and some say they can't (All right!) All in all it's all the same, But call me if there's any change Some say there's nothing and some say there's lots Some say they've started while some say they've stopped Some say they're going and some say they've been Yes, some say they're looking and some say they've seen (Oh, yes!) All in all it's all the same, But call me if there's any change |
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from Procol Harum - Grand Hotel (1973)
Bringing home the bacon,
tender juicy steaks Breast-fed baby dumpling gobbling up the cakes Milk-fed baby dumpling, slobbering, goo-faced, mean Wet-nursed sour purse spot face, blubbering in the cream Emperor baby dumpling, loaded, bloated curse Mighty baby dumpling, stuffing 'til he bursts |
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from Procol Harum - Broken Barricades (1971)
It was all once bright jewels
And glittering sand The oceans have ravaged And strangled the land Waste fills the temples, Dead daughters are born The presses are empty The editors torn Whose husband was the first to fall? Who died the worst death of them all? How many splinters in each separate band? How many stations in the final hand? Now gather up sea shells, And write down brave words Your prayers are unanswered, Your idols absurd The seaweed and the cobweb, Have rotted your sword Your barricades broken, Your enemies Lord. |
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from Procol Harum - Exotic Birds And Fruit (1974)
They tell us that we're savages
who haven't got a hope We're burning in the furnaces, we're choking at the smoke They say we haven't got a choice, refuse to recognize our voice Yet they enjoy comissions from the proceeds of the joke Those Butterfly Boys at play with their toys Stinging like bees itching like fleas Butterfly Boys you got the toys You got the breeze we cought the freeze Butterfly Boys give us a break We got the groceries you got the cake They tell us that we're savages who cannot understand We're sailing on a sinking ship, we're swimming in the sand They put their fingers in their ears, refuse to recognize our fears And fly off to Jamaica when we call them underhand |
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from Procol Harum - A Whiter Shade Of Pale [project] (1997)
Outside the gates of Cerdes sits the two-pronged unicorn
who plays at relaxation time a rhinestone flugelhorn whilst mermaids lace carnations into wreaths for ailing whales and Neptune dances hornpipes while Salome sheds her veils Phallus Phil tries peddling his pewter painted pot but Sousa Sam can only hear the screams of Peep the sot who only sips his creme de menthe from terra cotta cups and exhales menthol scented breath whilst spewing verbiage up Down technical blind alleys live the wraiths of former dreams And Greeps who often crossed them are no longer what they seem And even Christian Scientists can but display marble plaques Which only retell legends whilst my eyes reach out for facts Yeah, my eyes reach out for facts |
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from Procol Harum - Procol Harum/ Shine On Brightly [box] (2002)
Outside the gates of Cerdes sits the two-pronged unicorn
who plays at relaxation time a rhinestone flugelhorn whilst mermaids lace carnations into wreaths for ailing whales and Neptune dances hornpipes while Salome sheds her veils Phallus Phil tries peddling his pewter painted pot but Sousa Sam can only hear the screams of Peep the sot who only sips his creme de menthe from terra cotta cups and exhales menthol scented breath whilst spewing verbiage up Down technical blind alleys live the wraiths of former dreams And Greeps who often crossed them are no longer what they seem And even Christian Scientists can but display marble plaques Which only retell legends whilst my eyes reach out for facts Yeah, my eyes reach out for facts |
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from Procol Harum - The First Four [box] (2003)
Outside the gates of Cerdes sits the two-pronged unicorn
who plays at relaxation time a rhinestone flugelhorn whilst mermaids lace carnations into wreaths for ailing whales and Neptune dances hornpipes while Salome sheds her veils Phallus Phil tries peddling his pewter painted pot but Sousa Sam can only hear the screams of Peep the sot who only sips his creme de menthe from terra cotta cups and exhales menthol scented breath whilst spewing verbiage up Down technical blind alleys live the wraiths of former dreams And Greeps who often crossed them are no longer what they seem And even Christian Scientists can but display marble plaques Which only retell legends whilst my eyes reach out for facts Yeah, my eyes reach out for facts |
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from Procol Harum - A Whiter Shade Of Pale [project] (1997)
Conquistador your stallion stands
in need of company and like some angel's haloed brow you reek of purity I see your armour-plated breast has long since lost its sheen and in your death mask face there are no signs which can be seen And though I hoped for something to find I could see no maze to unwind Conquistador a vulture sits upon your silver shield and in your rusty scabbard now the sand has taken seed and though your jewel-encrusted blade has not been plundered still the sea has washed across your face and taken of its fill And though I hoped for something to find I could see no maze to unwind Conquistador there is no time I must pay my respect and though I came to jeer at you I leave now with regret and as the gloom begins to fall I see there is no, only all and though you came with sword held high you did not conquer, only die And though I hoped for something to find I could see no maze to unwind |
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from Procol Harum - Procol Harum/ Shine On Brightly [box] (2002)
Conquistador your stallion stands
in need of company and like some angel's haloed brow you reek of purity I see your armour-plated breast has long since lost its sheen and in your death mask face there are no signs which can be seen And though I hoped for something to find I could see no maze to unwind Conquistador a vulture sits upon your silver shield and in your rusty scabbard now the sand has taken seed and though your jewel-encrusted blade has not been plundered still the sea has washed across your face and taken of its fill And though I hoped for something to find I could see no maze to unwind Conquistador there is no time I must pay my respect and though I came to jeer at you I leave now with regret and as the gloom begins to fall I see there is no, only all and though you came with sword held high you did not conquer, only die And though I hoped for something to find I could see no maze to unwind |
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from Procol Harum - A Salty Dog (1969)
You'd better listen anybody,
'cos I'm gonna make it clear That my life is unimportant; What I've done I did through fear There's a river running through me: On its tide I tried to hide Nonetheless I could not shake it, And in the end it swept aside All my feeble unimportance. I can't say it, never mind Can't you hear me mother calling you? I'm cold, I'm deaf, I'm blind And if only 'cos you're lucky, We both know that's no find I did think I'd be an actor. What I am I'll leave behind You'd better listen anybody, 'cos it's me and you --that's it And in case you find your maker Perhaps you'll plead for us a bit All my sick is in my stomach, All my sweat is clearly fear And if you could see inside me I don't think you'd have me here Tell the helmsman veer to starboard, Bring this ship around to port And if the sea was not so salty I could sink instead of walk And in case of passing strangers Who are standing where I fell Tell the truth: you never knew me, And in truth it's just as well |
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from Procol Harum - The First Four [box] (2003)
You'd better listen anybody,
'cos I'm gonna make it clear That my life is unimportant; What I've done I did through fear There's a river running through me: On its tide I tried to hide Nonetheless I could not shake it, And in the end it swept aside All my feeble unimportance. I can't say it, never mind Can't you hear me mother calling you? I'm cold, I'm deaf, I'm blind And if only 'cos you're lucky, We both know that's no find I did think I'd be an actor. What I am I'll leave behind You'd better listen anybody, 'cos it's me and you --that's it And in case you find your maker Perhaps you'll plead for us a bit All my sick is in my stomach, All my sweat is clearly fear And if you could see inside me I don't think you'd have me here Tell the helmsman veer to starboard, Bring this ship around to port And if the sea was not so salty I could sink instead of walk And in case of passing strangers Who are standing where I fell Tell the truth: you never knew me, And in truth it's just as well |
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from Procol Harum - Procol's Ninth (1975)
Ooh I need your love babe
Guess you know it's true Hope you need my love babe Just like I need you Hold me love me Hold me love me I ain't got nothing but love babe Eight days a week Love you every day girl Always on my mind One thing I can say girl Love you all the time Hold me love me Hold me love me I ain't got nothing but love babe Eight days a week Eight days a week I love you Eight days a week is not enough to show I care Ooh I need your love babe Guess you know it's true Hope you need my love babe Just like I need you Hold me love me Hold me love me I ain't got nothing but love babe Eight days a week Eight days a week I love you Eight days a week is not enough to show I care Love you every day girl Always on my mind One thing I can say girl Love you all the time Hold me love me Hold me love me I ain't got nothing but love babe Eight days a week Eight days a week Eight days a week |
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from Procol Harum - The Well`s On Fire (2003)
You can give a dog a kicking
You can give a dog a bone If you give your dog a kicking Don't expect him to come home You can call your dog a mongrel You can call your dog a stray Just remember in the end that Every dog will have his day Every dog will have his day Lord Every dog will have his day Just remember in the end that Every dog will have his day You can treat your dog with kindness You can treat your dog with grace Just remember in the end that Every dog must know his place Every dog must know who's master Every dog must know who's boss But whenever you run faster It's the dog who ends up lost Every puppy chews its balls Lord Every puppy loves to scratch When a puppy chews its balls Lord Then you know you've met your match Every dog will have his day Lord Every dog will have his day Just remember in the end that Every dog just loves to play Every dog just loves to play Lord Every dog just loves to play Just remember in the end that Every dog will have his day |
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from Procol Harum - The Well`s On Fire (2003)
This life is a journey
From shadow to shadow We are all fellow travelers To the end of the day This life is blindness Fill it with kindness Love marks the times as We pass on our way All of us needing Something to believe in To be the best we can This life is a fable From the grave to the cradle A slow dance through the dark night To the sweet light we crave All of us needing Something to believe in To be the best we can This life is a journey From shadow to shadow We are all fellow travelers To the end of the day We are all fellow travelers At the end of the day |
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from Procol Harum - Grand Hotel (1973)
This war we are waging is already lost
The cause for the fighting has long been a ghost Malice and habit have now won the day The honours we fought for are lost in the fray Standards and bugles are trod in the dust Wounds have burst open, and corridors rust Once proud and truthful, now humbled and bent Fires which burnt brightly, now energies spent Let down the curtain, and exit the play The crowds have gone home and the cast sailed away Our flowers and feathers as scarring as weapons Our poems and letters have turned to deceptions |
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from Procol Harum - Procol's Ninth (1975)
I was trying hard to win
Save the world and be the king I was out there in the race Trying hard to force the pace Fool's gold fooled me too Bright and shiny looked brand new Fool's gold broke my heart Shone so brightly then fell apart Fools gold bitter sting Broken promise hollow ring Fool's gold cast the die Broken promise empty lie I was locked in bitter strife Fighting monsters all of my life I was out to break the pledge Force myself across the edge Fool's gold fooled me too Bright and shiny looked brand new Fool's gold broke my heart Shone so brightly then fell apart Fool's gold fooled me too Shine so brightly, looked brand new Fool's gold broke my heart Shone so brightly then fell apart Fool's gold fooled me too Fool's gold fooled me too Fool's gold fooled me too Fool's gold, fool's gold fooled me too |
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from Procol Harum - Grand Hotel (1973)
He fell from grace and hit the ground
They tried in vain to bring him round No one saw him make the fall They couldn't understand at all His fall from grace was swift and straight The doctors didn't hesitate What he had they were not sure He didn't have a temperature His fall from grace was swift and sure The doctors said they knew no cure. They felt and poked and pushed his pulse He couldn't understand at all He fell from grace and hit the ground He fell into the sea and drowned They saw him struggling from the harbour They saw him wave as he went under |
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from Procol Harum - Exotic Birds And Fruit (1974)
In praise of fruit I wrote this song
Because of fruit my heart is strong Who could estimate its worth? Fruit's the finest food on earth Fresh fruit, juice and seeds Please don't touch, please don't squeeze Fresh fruit, juice and pulp Like to gulp the whole lot up Here's another point of view Fruit is good for doggies too Rover wags his tail with glee When he gets his vitamin C Have you caught a touch of flu And you can't think what to do Famous doctors all agree fruit's the safest remedy Fresh fruit Good and sweet Makes you want to give up meat Fresh fruit, ripe and firm Makes them squealing taste-buds squirm. |
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from Procol Harum - A Whiter Shade Of Pale [project] (1997)
Still scowling black
good Captain Clack must eat his humble pie His bed is made the colours fade his eyes once wet are dry The naked muse who sits and chews tobacco off a tree removes his shoes gives way to booze and searches endlessly See the naked jumberlack sip his aphrodisiac Cotton-picking farmers three Though I lost my weather vane and of sense I have one grain I'm content sipping lemon tea |
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from Procol Harum - Procol Harum/ Shine On Brightly [box] (2002)
Still scowling black
good Captain Clack must eat his humble pie His bed is made the colours fade his eyes once wet are dry The naked muse who sits and chews tobacco off a tree removes his shoes gives way to booze and searches endlessly See the naked jumberlack sip his aphrodisiac Cotton-picking farmers three Though I lost my weather vane and of sense I have one grain I'm content sipping lemon tea |
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from Procol Harum - The First Four [box] (2003)
Still scowling black
good Captain Clack must eat his humble pie His bed is made the colours fade his eyes once wet are dry The naked muse who sits and chews tobacco off a tree removes his shoes gives way to booze and searches endlessly See the naked jumberlack sip his aphrodisiac Cotton-picking farmers three Though I lost my weather vane and of sense I have one grain I'm content sipping lemon tea |
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from Procol Harum - Grand Hotel (1973)
Tonight we sleep on silken sheets
We drink fine wine and eat rare meats On Carousel and gambling stake Our fortunes speed, and dissipate. It's candlelight and chandelier, It's silver plate and crystal clear. The nights we stay at Hotel Grand Tonight we dine at Hotel Ritz. (A golden dish with every wish ). It's mirrored walls, and velvet drapes, Dry champagne, and bursting grapes. Dover sole, and Oeufs Mornay, Profiteroles and Peach Flambe, The waiters dance on fingertips The nights we dine at Hotel Ritz One more toast to greet the morn The wine and dine have danced till dawn Where's my Continental Bride? We'll Continental slip and slide Early morning pinch and bite - (These French girls always like to fight) It's serenade and Sarabande, The nights we stay at Hotel Grand Les nuits qu'on passe a l'Hotel Grande. |
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from Procol Harum - Grand Hotel (1973)
Tonight we sleep on silken sheets
We drink fine wine and eat rare meats On Carousel and gambling stake Our fortunes speed, and dissipate. It's candlelight and chandelier, It's silver plate and crystal clear. The nights we stay at Hotel Grand Tonight we dine at Hotel Ritz. (A golden dish with every wish ). It's mirrored walls, and velvet drapes, Dry champagne, and bursting grapes. Dover sole, and Oeufs Mornay, Profiteroles and Peach Flambe, The waiters dance on fingertips The nights we dine at Hotel Ritz One more toast to greet the morn The wine and dine have danced till dawn Where's my Continental Bride? We'll Continental slip and slide Early morning pinch and bite - (These French girls always like to fight) It's serenade and Sarabande, The nights we stay at Hotel Grand Les nuits qu'on passe a l'Hotel Grande. |
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from Procol Harum - The Prodigal Stranger (1991)
(brooker / reid)
Zika nor nama ... hesah! Through this hourglass Sands are running fast In deserted plains Kingdoms write their names On these burning sands Kingdoms show their hands In these killing fields Soldiers show their steel The men who play the gods of war They stay behind the guarded door And hostages who seek release They're crying out to keep the peace Holding on... holding on One day we will be free, one day if we're strong Holding on... holding on Through the shadows cast to a brighter day In these fields of stone Far away from home In this vale of tears The men who play the gods of war They stay behind the guarded door Religious leaders teachin' hate Praise the war and call it fate |
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from Procol Harum - Shine On Brightly...plus (1968)
Your multilingual business friend
has packed her bags and fled Leaving only ash-filled ashtrays and the lipsticked unmade bed The mirror on reflection has climbed back upon the wall for the floor she found descended and the ceiling was too tall Your trouser cuffs are dirty and your shoes are laced up wrong you'd better take off your homburg 'cos your overcoat is too long The town clock in the market square stands waiting for the hour when its hands they both turn backwards and on meeting will devour both themselves and also any fool who dares to tell the time And the sun and moon will shatter and the signposts cease to sign Your trouser cuffs are dirty and your shoes are laced up wrong you’d better take off your homburg ‘cos your overcoat is too long ... Your trouser cuffs are dirty and your shoes are laced up wrong you’d better take off your homburg ‘cos your overcoat is too long ...반복 Your trouser cuffs are dirty... |
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from Procol Harum - A Whiter Shade Of Pale [project] (1997)
Your multilingual business friend
has packed her bags and fled Leaving only ash-filled ashtrays and the lipsticked unmade bed The mirror on reflection has climbed back upon the wall for the floor she found descended and the ceiling was too tall Your trouser cuffs are dirty and your shoes are laced up wrong you'd better take off your homburg 'cos your overcoat is too long The town clock in the market square stands waiting for the hour when its hands they both turn backwards and on meeting will devour both themselves and also any fool who dares to tell the time And the sun and moon will shatter and the signposts cease to sign |
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from Procol Harum - Procol Harum/ Shine On Brightly [box] (2002)
Your multilingual business friend
has packed her bags and fled Leaving only ash-filled ashtrays and the lipsticked unmade bed The mirror on reflection has climbed back upon the wall for the floor she found descended and the ceiling was too tall Your trouser cuffs are dirty and your shoes are laced up wrong you'd better take off your homburg 'cos your overcoat is too long The town clock in the market square stands waiting for the hour when its hands they both turn backwards and on meeting will devour both themselves and also any fool who dares to tell the time And the sun and moon will shatter and the signposts cease to sign Your trouser cuffs are dirty and your shoes are laced up wrong you’d better take off your homburg ‘cos your overcoat is too long ... Your trouser cuffs are dirty and your shoes are laced up wrong you’d better take off your homburg ‘cos your overcoat is too long ...반복 Your trouser cuffs are dirty... |
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from Procol Harum - Procol's Ninth (1975)
I keep forgetting you don't love me no more
I keep forgetting you don't want me no more I keep forgetting that you told me that you Didn't want me around anymore But these stupid old feet Just head for your street Like they've done so many times before And this stubborn old fist At the end of my wrist Keeps knocking on your front door I keep forgetting you don't love me no more I keep forgetting you don't want me no more I keep forgetting about those heartbreaking nights Ant those heartbreaking things that you said Though it's plain as can be You're finished with me I can't believe our love is dead Though I know in my heart We've drifted apart I just can't get it through my head I keep forgetting you don't love me no more I keep forgetting you don't love me no more I keep forgetting you don't love me no more But these stupid old feet Just head for your street Like they've done so many times before And this stubborn old fist At the end of my wrist Keeps knocking on your front door I keep forgetting you don't love me no more I keep forgetting you don't love me no more Oh, I keep forgetting you don't love me no more, oh I keep forgetting I keep forgetting I keep forgetting |
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from Procol Harum - Shine On Brightly...plus (1968)
Ti avrei tenuto nel mio cuore
I would have held you in my heart Ti avrei preso tra le mani I would have taken you in my arms (or hands) Illuminato io ti avrei I would have lit you up (con) il sole che era negli occhi miei (with) the sun that was in my eyes Pero aspettare tu non sai But you don't know how to wait Volevi vivere e tu vivrai You wanted to live, and you will live Il tuo diamante splendera Your diamond will shine Ma il cuore freddo restera But your heart will remain cold Avresti avuto quel che ho You would have had what I have (to offer) Non ti avrei detto mai di no I'd never have said 'no' to you Potevi piangere con me You could cry with me Potevi ridere con me You could laugh with me Pero aspettare tu non sai But you don't know how to wait Volevi tutto e tu l'avrai You wanted it all, and you'll get it Il tuo diamante splendera Your diamond will shine Ma il cuore freddo restera But your heart will remain cold E quando tu ti accorgerai And when you realize Ritorna qui se tu lo vuoi Come back, if you want to Che qualche cosa forse avrai And maybe you will get something E il mio pianto finira And my lament will end E dopo stanca ritornerai And after you return, worn out E la mia strada riprendera And once I'm able to take up my path in life again Il tuo diamante getterai Your diamond you will throw away E il sole caldo troverai And you will rediscover the hot sun Troverai yeah You'll find it yeah Troverai yeah You'll find it yeah Troverai ... You'll find it |
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from Procol Harum - A Salty Dog (1969)
Well I opened my eyes this morning,
I wasn't at home in bed There were four angels standin' 'round me I thought I must be dead Yeah I opened my eyes this mornin' Thought I must be dead There were four angels standin' 'round me And the room was beaded red Won't you have mercy On your wicked son? Take me up to heaven, Or hell where I belong Well Well the sky began to tremble The rain began to fall Four angels standin' 'round me And it weren't no social call Yeah, the sky began to tremble The rain began to fall Got down on my knees prayin' Lord But it didn't do no good at all Won't you have mercy On your wicked son? Take me up to heaven, Or hell where I belong Well |
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from Procol Harum - The First Four [box] (2003)
Well I opened my eyes this morning,
I wasn't at home in bed There were four angels standin' 'round me I thought I must be dead Yeah I opened my eyes this mornin' Thought I must be dead There were four angels standin' 'round me And the room was beaded red Won't you have mercy On your wicked son? Take me up to heaven, Or hell where I belong Well Well the sky began to tremble The rain began to fall Four angels standin' 'round me And it weren't no social call Yeah, the sky began to tremble The rain began to fall Got down on my knees prayin' Lord But it didn't do no good at all Won't you have mercy On your wicked son? Take me up to heaven, Or hell where I belong Well |
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from Procol Harum - A Whiter Shade Of Pale [project] (1997)
Jostle, hassle, elbow bustle
in a swirling rainbow tussle Caught and frozen, broken sheen now unites for one brief scene Lonely in the dark I grope the key's in my kaleidoscope Confused faces change their places take up stances, exchange glances Lost in multicoloured hues there is no whole which I can choose Lonely in the dark I grope the key's in my kaleidoscope In one face, one moment's fusion realize the new illusion Clutching fingers break the puzzle jostle, hassle, elbow bustle Still out in the dark I grope the key's in my kaleidoscope |
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from Procol Harum - Procol Harum/ Shine On Brightly [box] (2002)
Jostle, hassle, elbow bustle
in a swirling rainbow tussle Caught and frozen, broken sheen now unites for one brief scene Lonely in the dark I grope the key's in my kaleidoscope Confused faces change their places take up stances, exchange glances Lost in multicoloured hues there is no whole which I can choose Lonely in the dark I grope the key's in my kaleidoscope In one face, one moment's fusion realize the new illusion Clutching fingers break the puzzle jostle, hassle, elbow bustle Still out in the dark I grope the key's in my kaleidoscope |
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from Procol Harum - The First Four [box] (2003)
Jostle, hassle, elbow bustle
in a swirling rainbow tussle Caught and frozen, broken sheen now unites for one brief scene Lonely in the dark I grope the key's in my kaleidoscope Confused faces change their places take up stances, exchange glances Lost in multicoloured hues there is no whole which I can choose Lonely in the dark I grope the key's in my kaleidoscope In one face, one moment's fusion realize the new illusion Clutching fingers break the puzzle jostle, hassle, elbow bustle Still out in the dark I grope the key's in my kaleidoscope |
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from Procol Harum - The Prodigal Stranger (1991)
You and me got a chance to make things right
The writing... The writing's on the wall You and me got a chance to turn things 'round We got no time... The future's slipping Through our hands Learn to fly Where eagles only dare to try We're on the wing We dare to win We see the future and we're gonna make it Learn to live You know you got so much to give It's in the air It's everywhere We got a vision and we're gonna claim it You and me we can't turn back at all The die is cast... (You know) the deal is done You and me we knew this day would come And now it's here... the journey's just begun Learn to fly Where eagles only dare to try We're on the wing We dare to win We see the future and we're gonna make it Learn to live You know you got so much to give It's in the air It's everywhere We got a vision and we're gonna claim it |
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from Procol Harum - A Whiter Shade Of Pale [project] (1997)
Lime Street in the afternoon
everybody crazy as a coon I'm running round in my underpants trying to find some kinda romance Quarter past three [sic] on Lime Street I got whipped right offa my feet Didn't realize that I'd been caught till I found myself in the County Court 'Mr Judge,' I said, 'Won't you please be kind Have pity on me, a poor orphan child?' Mr Judge he says with a long mean frown 'Orphan or not, you're going down!' Well I screamed on my knees in the witness box, 'Lord have mercy on my golden locks.' The judge I could see that he was snide He says, 'The only kind of blonde you are's a peroxide!' Oh Lime Street, Lime Street Lime Street, that's where we meet |
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from Procol Harum - Procol Harum/ Shine On Brightly [box] (2002)
Lime Street in the afternoon
everybody crazy as a coon I'm running round in my underpants trying to find some kinda romance Quarter past three [sic] on Lime Street I got whipped right offa my feet Didn't realize that I'd been caught till I found myself in the County Court 'Mr Judge,' I said, 'Won't you please be kind Have pity on me, a poor orphan child?' Mr Judge he says with a long mean frown 'Orphan or not, you're going down!' Well I screamed on my knees in the witness box, 'Lord have mercy on my golden locks.' The judge I could see that he was snide He says, 'The only kind of blonde you are's a peroxide!' Oh Lime Street, Lime Street Lime Street, that's where we meet |
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from Procol Harum - Broken Barricades (1971)
Tulips lips oh Luskus Delph
Your baking breath breeds body 'x' With silken measures try to gauge The inside sweetness of your cave. Peach preserve your simmering jewel Hid away like orphans' gruel Help me find the widow's crack Make me stick like ceiling wax Almond eyed my turkish pearl Burn me up sweet oyster girl Shove me in your steaming vat Make me split like chicken fat |
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from Procol Harum - A Whiter Shade Of Pale [project] (1997)
Don't eat green meat it ain't good for you
you know it killed your brother, killed your sister too even fresh fried chicken on new-mown sand can't beat red beans eaten outa your hand Oh Mabel, Mabel! You know I love you gal but I'm not able Mabel, oh Mabel, please get off the kitchen table Don't slice no onions, don't peel no grape dream about banana slice nor sniff around short cake and if on a winter's day you find your sundial's wrong you'll know the weather is what's brought it on Oh Mabel, Mabel! You know I love you gal but I'm not able Mabel, oh Mabel, please get off the kitchen table Put the peas in the pot, put the pot on the hot In the cellar lies my wife, in my wife there's a knife so tote that hammer, lift that pick and banish inhibition with a pogo stick Oh Mabel, Mabel! You know I love you gal but I'm not able Mabel, oh Mabel, please get off the kitchen table |
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from Procol Harum - Procol Harum/ Shine On Brightly [box] (2002)
Don't eat green meat it ain't good for you
you know it killed your brother, killed your sister too even fresh fried chicken on new-mown sand can't beat red beans eaten outa your hand Oh Mabel, Mabel! You know I love you gal but I'm not able Mabel, oh Mabel, please get off the kitchen table Don't slice no onions, don't peel no grape dream about banana slice nor sniff around short cake and if on a winter's day you find your sundial's wrong you'll know the weather is what's brought it on Oh Mabel, Mabel! You know I love you gal but I'm not able Mabel, oh Mabel, please get off the kitchen table Put the peas in the pot, put the pot on the hot In the cellar lies my wife, in my wife there's a knife so tote that hammer, lift that pick and banish inhibition with a pogo stick Oh Mabel, Mabel! You know I love you gal but I'm not able Mabel, oh Mabel, please get off the kitchen table |
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from Procol Harum - The First Four [box] (2003)
Don't eat green meat it ain't good for you
you know it killed your brother, killed your sister too even fresh fried chicken on new-mown sand can't beat red beans eaten outa your hand Oh Mabel, Mabel! You know I love you gal but I'm not able Mabel, oh Mabel, please get off the kitchen table Don't slice no onions, don't peel no grape dream about banana slice nor sniff around short cake and if on a winter's day you find your sundial's wrong you'll know the weather is what's brought it on Oh Mabel, Mabel! You know I love you gal but I'm not able Mabel, oh Mabel, please get off the kitchen table Put the peas in the pot, put the pot on the hot In the cellar lies my wife, in my wife there's a knife so tote that hammer, lift that pick and banish inhibition with a pogo stick Oh Mabel, Mabel! You know I love you gal but I'm not able Mabel, oh Mabel, please get off the kitchen table |
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from Procol Harum - Procol Harum/ Shine On Brightly [box] (2002)
Though I know the night has fallen and the suns sailed out to sea
I will wait here for the band to play the trumpet voluntary And with one foot on the seashore and the other in the sand I will stand here plaiting daisies whilst you play the piano-grand Caprice, your bugle blew away the cobwebs from my ears And for once I stood quite naked. unashamed, I wept the tears Which I tried to hide inside myself from me, I mean from you But the shame I found too painful and the pain it only grew (Magdalene, my regal zonophone) |
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from Procol Harum - The First Four [box] (2003)
Though I know the night has fallen and the suns sailed out to sea
I will wait here for the band to play the trumpet voluntary And with one foot on the seashore and the other in the sand I will stand here plaiting daisies whilst you play the piano-grand Caprice, your bugle blew away the cobwebs from my ears And for once I stood quite naked. unashamed, I wept the tears Which I tried to hide inside myself from me, I mean from you But the shame I found too painful and the pain it only grew (Magdalene, my regal zonophone) |
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from Procol Harum - The Prodigal Stranger (1991)
I'm a dog in a manger
A cat with a mouse I'm the prodigal stranger I'll burn down the house I'm a self-educator A collector of news I'm the cool liberator Any topic you choose I'm a man with a mission I'm a shooting star I've got no inhibitions I don't care who you are Got my eye on the future And my hand on the pulse There's a whole world of people In the back of the bus There's a man on a tightrope Who's got nothing to share Just a whole lot of secrets And a head full of air I'm a man with a mission I'm a shooting star I've got no inhibitions I don't care who you are It's the Tropic of Cancer The meaning of soul There's a change in the weather To have and to hold The method of access A handful of dust It's just par for the course, boy Get back on the bus I'm a man with a mission I'm a shooting star I've got no inhibitions I don't care who you are |
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from Procol Harum - Broken Barricades (1971)
Cellar full of diamonds, turret full of gold
All for a mermaid's locket, too much to hold Drink the seals' blood from the ocean, Drink the whole ocean dry Steal the moonshine from the night-time, Steal the sun from the sky Black-skinned warrior, Zulu Queen Sold for a silver dollar, shipped across the sea Worked like a Mexican donkey, Used like a hole in the ground Branded her skin like she didn't feel a thing Crying without a sound |
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from Procol Harum - A Whiter Shade Of Pale [project] (1997)
The bell on my door rang this morning
From the kitchen I called "Who's that there?" Through the letter box came a grappling hook Which grappled me right out of my chair! Stretched out on the floor I lay helpless Of my limbs I had lost all command When into my ear instilling fear Said a voice "I am Monsieur Armand" "Monsieur Armand you are not! That's an incredible thing to say For I personally attended his funeral which was twelve months to this very day!" A rat flew down from the ceiling Alighted upon my right ear said "If Monsieur Armand is safe under the sod Then why are you shaking with fear!" "My name is not Scrooge" I said faintly "and from ghosts I have nothing to fear! But if you are Armand returned from the dead Then what are you wanting here?" From nowhere I heard a mad cackle From nowhere a voice to me cried "Stop calling me Monsieur Armand you fool! My name's Jekyll and you're Mr. Hyde!" |
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from Procol Harum - Exotic Birds And Fruit (1974)
The end of the evening, unable to cope
Unique entertainment no longer a joke The close of the picture, the end of the show Merciless torment, torturous blow New lamps for old Bright shiny gold Innocent youth Falsehood for truth The eye of the needle, the loss of the thread Triumphant victor, glorious dead The cause becomes duty; duty's the blow Which kills the picture: death of the show |
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from Procol Harum - Exotic Birds And Fruit (1974)
It seems as clear as yesterday
We saw it in a dream but dream became insanity an awful gaping scream So sad to see such emptiness So sad to see such tears And heaped up leaves of bitterness turned mouldy down the years Nothing but the truth. Common words in use Hard to find excuse Harder than the truth Like Icarus we flew too high We flew too near the sun They caught us in that awful glare Our hapless throats were strung But just before the final stroke They took us victims of the rope And cast us far beyond the deep To lie in never ending sleep It seems as clear as yesterday They cast us in the deep We lie in darkest night for good Never ending sleep A never ending bitter gloom Whose darkness seldom clears A God forsaken emptiness Which fills our hearts with tears |
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from Procol Harum - Home (1970)
Did you hear what happened to Jenny Droe?
Couldn't believe it, but it's true Twenty-six, and now she's dead I wish that I could've died instead Did you hear what happened to Jenny Droe? Did you see how thin and pale she grew? So much suffering, could not hide Endless heartache until she died Did you hear what happened to Jenny Droe? Strike me dead, make it a truce Strike me dead, let me go Nothing that I didn't know Did you hear what happened to Jenny Droe? Couldn't believe it, but it's true Twenty-six, and now she's dead I wish that I could've died instead |
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from Procol Harum - The Prodigal Stranger (1991)
Good to get your message
So you're coming back home again Just can't wait to see you No need to explain A friend of mine told me That you've found yourself a new man I'm feelin' really good for you Hope you understand I've still got your picture I'm sure you know We had something special Where did it go? One more time Let's remember how good it felt One more time Remember what we meant One more time Can't help wondering where it went One more time Just one more time I wonder if you finished Workin' on that book Maybe I could come 'round sometime 'n take a look A friend of mine told me That you've changed your hair They say you're really different now I remember how you were I've still got your picture I'm sure you know We had something special Where did it go? One more time Let's remember how good it felt One more time Remember what we meant One more time Can't help wondering where it went One more time Just one more time |
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from Procol Harum - Procol's Ninth (1975)
While horsemen ride across the green
And Snow White still remains unseen. Pegasus, the winged horse, Relays his messages by Morse. And like some pirate sailor We crossed the Spanish Main And brought our magic carpet To a marble staircased plain. While Handel plays his melody Doctors cause uncertainty And though I know the lifeguard's brave There is no one for him to save. And like some pirate sailor We crossed the Spanish Main And brought our magic carpet To a marble staircased plain. Cock Robin views his frozen feet And wraps them in a winding sheet And calls out for his favourite drink The Persian that's as warm as mink. And like some pirate sailor We crossed the Spanish Main And brought our magic carpet To a marble staircased plain. |
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from Procol Harum - The Prodigal Stranger (1991)
(g.brooker / k.reid / m.noble)
Rings around the crescent moon Passions rise from basement rooms Fountains play and worlds collide We gently swing and sway from side to side Dancers in perpetual motion Slip an' sliding across the floor Ships our on a moonlit ocean Sailin' t'ward a distant shore Star-crossed lovers they spoon and swim The laughing gods they just reel them in Hostages they're tempting fate See them wait down on the line to take the bait Dancers in perpetual motion Slip an' sliding across the floor Ships our on a moonlit ocean Sailin' t'ward a distant shore The simple stuff we build our dreams upon Waxing, waning, now it's almost gone Passion plays the sweetest tune These velvet days are gone far too soon Dancers in perpetual motion Slip an' sliding across the floor Ships our on a moonlit ocean Sailin' t'ward a distant shore We spend our nights on silken sheets We play for gold but not for keeps Dancers in perpetual motion Slip an' sliding across the floor Ships our on a moonlit ocean Sailin' t'ward a distant shore |
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from Procol Harum - Home (1970)
(originally Wash Yourself)
Wash yourself and see your sorrow, make every pitcher clean Take a mop to swab the floor and destroy the evil dream Counting houses full of lead, the evil eye on high The streets awash with blood and pus, the new moon's in the sky God's aloft, the winds are raging God's aloft, the winds are cold After leaving I was weeping - count it out in tolls Watch the book, the page is turning - how the tale unfolds Inside every cancered spectre, inside-outside find your own God's aloft, the winds are raging - God's aloft, the winds are cold |
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from Procol Harum - The First Four [box] (2003)
(originally Wash Yourself)
Wash yourself and see your sorrow, make every pitcher clean Take a mop to swab the floor and destroy the evil dream Counting houses full of lead, the evil eye on high The streets awash with blood and pus, the new moon's in the sky God's aloft, the winds are raging God's aloft, the winds are cold After leaving I was weeping - count it out in tolls Watch the book, the page is turning - how the tale unfolds Inside every cancered spectre, inside-outside find your own God's aloft, the winds are raging - God's aloft, the winds are cold |
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from Procol Harum - A Salty Dog (1969)
I sat me down to write a simple story
Which maybe in the end became a song In trying to find the words which might begin it I found these were the thoughts I brought along At first I took my weight to be an anchor And gathered up my fears to guide me round But then I clearly saw my own delusion And found my struggles further bogged me down In starting out I thought to go exploring And set my foot upon the nearest road In vain I looked to find the promised turning But only saw how far I was from home In searching I forsook the paths of learning And sought instead to find some pirate's gold In fighting I did hurt those dearest to me And still no hidden truths could I unfold I sat me down to write a simple story Which maybe in the end became a song The words have all been writ by one before me We're taking turns in trying to pass them on Oh, we're taking turns in trying to pass them on |
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from Procol Harum - Broken Barricades (1971)
Skeptic at the feast in ashes
Huntsmen at the voyeurs' ball Funeral parlour guests invited Mourning poorly worn by all Old and mouldy words of passion Savage Rose destroyed them all Wrote her fate in neon captions Slender sender made me crawl Playmate of the Mouth expected Passionata bless the small Baby sandwich soaped for comfort Slippery sliding ten feet tall Playmate of the Mouth expected Passionata bless the small Baby sandwich soaped for comfort Slippery sliding ten feet tall |
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from Procol Harum - Broken Barricades (1971)
Poor Mohammed at the peep show
Kick the beggar down the stairs Can't keep guard, he's old and feeble Steal his books, burn his prayers Poor Mohammed at the keyhole Sit him by the kitchen door Slop his food all around the table Let him lick it off the floor Put Mohammed in the cellar Keep him there 'til half past ten Ties some bacon to his beard Let the rats out on him there |
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