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from Procol Harum - Home (1970)
There's too many women and not enough wine
Too many poets and not enough rhyme Too many glasses and not enough time Draw your own conclusions My old dog's a good old dog My old man's a silly old sod The human face is a terrible place Choose your own examples Went to the river, but I could not swim Knew I'd drown if I went in Lost my faith in a terrible race Rest-in-peace hereafter |
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from Procol Harum - The First Four [box] (2003)
There's too many women and not enough wine
Too many poets and not enough rhyme Too many glasses and not enough time Draw your own conclusions My old dog's a good old dog My old man's a silly old sod The human face is a terrible place Choose your own examples Went to the river, but I could not swim Knew I'd drown if I went in Lost my faith in a terrible race Rest-in-peace hereafter |
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from Procol Harum - A Salty Dog (1969)
(Fisher / Reid)
We'll hoist a hand, becalmed upon a troubled sea 'make haste to your funeral,' cries the valkyrie We'll hoist a hand or drown amidst this stormy sea 'here lies a coffin,' cries the cemetery, it calls to me And all for nothing quite in vain was hope forever tossed No thoughts explained, no moments gained, all hope forever lost One moment's space, one moment's final fall from grace Burnt by fire, blind in sight, lost in ire We'll hoist a hand, becalmed upon a troubled sea I fear a mighty wave is threatening me We'll hoist a hand, or drown amidst this stormy sea 'come follow after,' cry the humble, 'you will surely see ...' But still for nothing quite in vain was hope forever tossed No moments gained, no thoughts explained, all hope forever lost One moment's space, one moment's final fall from grace Burnt by fire, blind in sight, lost in ire |
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from Procol Harum - The First Four [box] (2003)
(Fisher / Reid)
We'll hoist a hand, becalmed upon a troubled sea 'make haste to your funeral,' cries the valkyrie We'll hoist a hand or drown amidst this stormy sea 'here lies a coffin,' cries the cemetery, it calls to me And all for nothing quite in vain was hope forever tossed No thoughts explained, no moments gained, all hope forever lost One moment's space, one moment's final fall from grace Burnt by fire, blind in sight, lost in ire We'll hoist a hand, becalmed upon a troubled sea I fear a mighty wave is threatening me We'll hoist a hand, or drown amidst this stormy sea 'come follow after,' cry the humble, 'you will surely see ...' But still for nothing quite in vain was hope forever tossed No moments gained, no thoughts explained, all hope forever lost One moment's space, one moment's final fall from grace Burnt by fire, blind in sight, lost in ire |
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from Procol Harum - Procol's Ninth (1975)
I'm going downstairs to be a poet
Got a great idea: gonna write a sonnet A verse or two of fearless prose A priceless quip to gild the rose I'll make my fortune overnight My work will set the world alight Just a line is all I need Just a thought to sow the seed Just a word to start me out. The rest will come without a doubt I'm going downstairs to write a book Got a great idea's gonna really cook A rattling good yarn with an ironic twist A riveting ending that's not to be missed Makesure the presses are ready to steam This book is a scorcher, a publisher's dream Just the first part's all I need The rest will come with lightning speed Just a line to set the stage. My pen will dance across the page I'm going downstairs to write a play Got a great idea gonna make it pay This serious drama won't be understood The critics will love it and say that it's good "at last a new writer, a true nouvelle vague" In no time at all I'll be king of the stage Just a story's all I need. Just a thought to sow the seed Just a line to start me out . The rest will come without a doubt |
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from Procol Harum - Shine On Brightly...plus (1968)
You know I caught a glimpse, thought I understood
But I left it all far behind Now if I'd known then what I know now Do you think I would've been so blind? Gonna take myself down to a wishing well I'm gonna make myself one last wish And if you follow me there, better bring what you've found 'Cause my night has come and I'm going down Gonna buy myself a big rockin' chair And when I'm sittin' in that, then no one will peek And if my friends will come, they'll see what I'm suffering from I wish, I wish, I could rock myself to sleep Gonna take myself down to a wishing well Gonna make myself one last wish If you follow me there, better bring what you've found 'Cause my night has come and I'm going down ...... |
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from Procol Harum - Procol Harum/ Shine On Brightly [box] (2002)
You know I caught a glimpse, thought I understood
But I left it all far behind Now if I'd known then what I know now Do you think I would've been so blind? Gonna take myself down to a wishing well I'm gonna make myself one last wish And if you follow me there, better bring what you've found 'Cause my night has come and I'm going down Gonna buy myself a big rockin' chair And when I'm sittin' in that, then no one will peek And if my friends will come, they'll see what I'm suffering from I wish, I wish, I could rock myself to sleep Gonna take myself down to a wishing well Gonna make myself one last wish If you follow me there, better bring what you've found 'Cause my night has come and I'm going down ...... |
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from Procol Harum - The First Four [box] (2003)
You know I caught a glimpse, thought I understood
But I left it all far behind Now if I'd known then what I know now Do you think I would've been so blind? Gonna take myself down to a wishing well I'm gonna make myself one last wish And if you follow me there, better bring what you've found 'Cause my night has come and I'm going down Gonna buy myself a big rockin' chair And when I'm sittin' in that, then no one will peek And if my friends will come, they'll see what I'm suffering from I wish, I wish, I could rock myself to sleep Gonna take myself down to a wishing well Gonna make myself one last wish If you follow me there, better bring what you've found 'Cause my night has come and I'm going down ...... |
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from Procol Harum - Procol Harum/ Shine On Brightly [box] (2002)
we skipped the light fandango
and turned cart wheels cross the floor I was feeling kind of sea sick but the crowd called out for more the room was humming harder as the ceiling flew a way when we called out for an other drink the waiter brought a tray and so it was that later as the miller told his tale that her face at frist 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 al though my eyes were open they might just have well been closed 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 |
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from Boat That Rocked (보트 댓 락트) [ost] (2009)
we skipped the light fandango
and turned cart wheels cross the floor I was feeling kind of sea sick but the crowd called out for more the room was humming harder as the ceiling flew a way when we called out for an other drink the waiter brought a tray and so it was that later as the miller told his tale that her face at frist 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 al though my eyes were open they might just have well been closed 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 |
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from Procol Harum - Home (1970)
Ain't gonna ride that whisky train
Ain't gonna burn up no more flame Throw away my bottle down the drain Ain't gonna ride that whisky train To think that I could be so wrong To be so sick and still go on The way I drink it's been too long Don't see much point in carrying on I'm gonna lose these drinking blues I'm gonna find a girl to make me choose Between lovin' her and drinking booze I'm gonna lose these drinking blues Ain't gonna ride that whisky train I'm tired of burning in the flame Throw away my bottle down the drain Ain't gonna ride that whisky train |
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from Procol Harum - Home (1970)
Pailing well after sixteen days, a mammoth task was set
Sack the town, and rob the tower, and steal the alphabet Close the door and bar the gate, but keep the windows clean God's alive inside a movie! Watch the silver screen! Rum was served to all the traitors; pygmies held themselves in check Bloodhounds nosed around the houses, down dark alleys sailors crept Six bells struck, the pot was boiling - soup spilled out on passers-by Angels mumbled incantations, closely watched by God on high Lightning struck out - fire and brimstone! Boiling oil and shrieking steam! Darkness struck with molten fury, flashbulbs glorified the scene Not a man who had a finger, not a man who could be seen Nothing called (not name nor number) - Echo stormed its final scream Daybreak washed with sands of gladness, rotting all it rotted clean Windows peeped out on their neighbors, inside fireside bedsides gleam SHALIMAR, the trumpets chorused, angels wholly all shall take Those alive will meet the prophets, those at peace shall see their wake |
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from Procol Harum - The First Four [box] (2003)
Pailing well after sixteen days, a mammoth task was set
Sack the town, and rob the tower, and steal the alphabet Close the door and bar the gate, but keep the windows clean God's alive inside a movie! Watch the silver screen! Rum was served to all the traitors; pygmies held themselves in check Bloodhounds nosed around the houses, down dark alleys sailors crept Six bells struck, the pot was boiling - soup spilled out on passers-by Angels mumbled incantations, closely watched by God on high Lightning struck out - fire and brimstone! Boiling oil and shrieking steam! Darkness struck with molten fury, flashbulbs glorified the scene Not a man who had a finger, not a man who could be seen Nothing called (not name nor number) - Echo stormed its final scream Daybreak washed with sands of gladness, rotting all it rotted clean Windows peeped out on their neighbors, inside fireside bedsides gleam SHALIMAR, the trumpets chorused, angels wholly all shall take Those alive will meet the prophets, those at peace shall see their wake |
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from Procol Harum - Procol's Ninth (1975)
Typewriter torment, dreadful disease
Caught it the first day I touched the keys You wear down your fingers and churn out your pap It eats up your life like a dose of the clap Typewriter torment it tortures me still If only my doctor could see that I'm ill Typewriter fever gives birth to a flood It sweeps through your body and curdles your blood You curse and discurse but you're damned for all time The moment your fingers give birth to a rhyme Typewriter fever it harries me still If only my doctor would give me a pill Typewriter fever I'm worn to a stub I've dumped my Thesaurus and pulled out the plug I'm rending my ribbon and bending my spool Don't bother rewinding: I'm done with it all But why can't my doctor just say that I'm ill? Typewriter fever is paying his bill. Typewriter fever it harries me still If only my doctor would give me a pill |
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from Procol Harum - Grand Hotel (1973)
She took all the pleasure and none of the pain
All of the credit and none of the blame I came home to an empty flat She'd left me a note and taken the cat The cord that they knotted to keep us apart Could never be broken: it was tied to my heart She grew thin and I grew fat She left me and that was that I'm thinking of renting a villa in France A French girl has offered to give me a chance Or maybe I'll take an excursion to Spain And buy a revolver and blow out my brains |
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from Procol Harum - A Salty Dog (1969)
There's you, you're sleeping over there
Whilst me I'm sitting here With so much sea between us I can't make it much more clear There'll be no time for crying We won't make it more than six I could change my plea to guilty But I don't think it would stick Still those other ratings far too easy to despise You've said so much in silence now I truly am disguised Let him who fears his heart alone Stand up and make a speech For him perhaps an emperor's throne If he could only speak Far too few and far to follow For shame I'll heed the cry Be with me when I need a drink Be with me when I die Still those other ratings far too easy to despise You've said so much in silence now indeed I am disguised |
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from Procol Harum - The First Four [box] (2003)
There's you, you're sleeping over there
Whilst me I'm sitting here With so much sea between us I can't make it much more clear There'll be no time for crying We won't make it more than six I could change my plea to guilty But I don't think it would stick Still those other ratings far too easy to despise You've said so much in silence now I truly am disguised Let him who fears his heart alone Stand up and make a speech For him perhaps an emperor's throne If he could only speak Far too few and far to follow For shame I'll heed the cry Be with me when I need a drink Be with me when I die Still those other ratings far too easy to despise You've said so much in silence now indeed I am disguised |
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from Procol Harum - The Well`s On Fire (2003)
This world is rich, but it is not mine
Where I live, hungry children are crying I am not angry, at my own condition I just want people to know my position This world is rich, but it is not mine My people are starving, that must be a crime When some have so much, and some have so little There must be a place, we can meet in the middle This world is rich, but it is not mine This world is rich, but it is not mine Our water is poisoned, poverty's intense We cry inequality, they just build a fence We don't even own, the ditch where we're dying This world is rich, but it is not mine This world is rich, but it is not right We're asking for help, before we run out of time We can't live on talk, we just need a hand We'll walk from the slums, to the promised land This world is rich, but it is not mine |
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from Procol Harum - The Well`s On Fire (2003)
If I'm gonna die
Wanna die in the VIP room Not out in the cold With the rest of the goons If I'm gonna choke Gotta be on a silver spoon If I'm gonna croak Gotta be on a velvet rope If I'm eating pie I want the best silver plate I ain't gonna lie I want a big slice of the cake If we're drinking fine champagne Then I'm drinking a lake I've gotta be eating Off the fine silver plate I wanna be shining Up there with the stars Gonna get me a sun tan An' some big fat cigars Gotta buy me some poon tang With real crazy jars I wanna be shining Up there with the stars If I'm gonna die Wanna die in the VIP room Not out in the cold With the rest of the goons If I'm gonna choke Gotta be on a silver spoon If I'm gonna die I wanna die in the VIP room |
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from Procol Harum - The Prodigal Stranger (1991)
> We were young, we were brave, we were true, we were strong
Far away the bombs an' the buildings explodin' there was no way out It was black, it was white, we had so much to say Right or wrong... The truth won't fade away We had our hopes, we had our dreams, we were young, we were old We saw our future self-destructing: there were roles that we played Some were good, some were bad: there was so much to say Right or wrong... The truth won't fade away |
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from Procol Harum - The Well`s On Fire (2003)
Before you go pointing the finger
Maybe you should check yourself out Your past is wide open to question Your future is clouded in doubt Before you go pointing the finger Maybe you should stand back and think Are you gonna be making a difference Or are you gonna be making a stink Before you go pointing the finger Maybe you should stand back and ask Are you really up to the challenge Do you feel you're facing the task Before you go pointing the finger Maybe you should know what it means Have you always been mister blameless Have you always kept your hands clean Before you go pointing the finger Maybe you should see if it's wise Would you pass a vigorous inspection Can you not be cut down to size Before you go pointing the finger Maybe you should stand back and think Are you gonna be making a difference Or are you gonna be making a stink |
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from Procol Harum - The Prodigal Stranger (1991)
(g.brooker / k.reid / m.noble)
One into one won't go Two out of three don't know Time and tide in man's affairs Trouble always comes in pairs Wonder where the picture went? What we got ain't worth a cent What we got ain't worth a damn Someone's screwed the master plan The pursuit of happiness It's a common goal The pursuit of happiness Doing what we're told The pursuit of happiness To the very end It goes 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round again Bite the bullet in the dust Got to take their word on thrust No use counting down your prayers All god's children running scared No use howling at the moon Planet earth is going soon Starving children stand on line Living now on borrowed time The pursuit of happiness It's a common goal The pursuit of happiness Doing what we're told The pursuit of happiness To the very end It goes 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round again |
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from Procol Harum - A Salty Dog (1969)
When you knew that I had given all the kindness that I had
Did you think that it might be time to stop? When you knew that I was through That I'd done all I could do Did you really have to milk the final drop? Not content with my mistake You behaved just like a snake And you left me for a wasp without a sting Tell all my friends back home That I did it on my own And that to their well-worn cares they should cling When you knew that I had given all the kindness that I had Did you feel you had to break that lonely vow? When you knew that I was through That I'd done all I could do Did you really have to sow that final plough? Not content with my mistake, you behaved just like a snake And you left me for a wasp without a sting Tell all the folks back home that he did it on his own And that to their well-worn cares they should cling |
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from Procol Harum - The First Four [box] (2003)
When you knew that I had given all the kindness that I had
Did you think that it might be time to stop? When you knew that I was through That I'd done all I could do Did you really have to milk the final drop? Not content with my mistake You behaved just like a snake And you left me for a wasp without a sting Tell all my friends back home That I did it on my own And that to their well-worn cares they should cling When you knew that I had given all the kindness that I had Did you feel you had to break that lonely vow? When you knew that I was through That I'd done all I could do Did you really have to sow that final plough? Not content with my mistake, you behaved just like a snake And you left me for a wasp without a sting Tell all the folks back home that he did it on his own And that to their well-worn cares they should cling |
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from Procol Harum - Something Magic (1977)
A question of judgement decided in haste
A case of malfunction an error of taste A moment of madness occasioned by stress A classic misjudgment a god-awful mess The moment of panic preceding the crash The sickening terror the defeating smash A loud wail of sirens descend on the scene The camera dissolves a crescendo of screams The memory's imprinted like some dreadful sore The fearful reminder: the mark of the claw A question of judgement concerned in the case The method of access regarding the place The possible motive the absence of blood The theories unanswered regarding the thud The outcome was certain the jury was hung Their verdict resolved by ruling of thumb The judgement was mercy: they tendered the plea The judge raised his hand and the prisoner was free |
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from Procol Harum - The Prodigal Stranger (1991)
(g.brooker / k.reid / m.noble)
There was trouble in the air Just a subtle hint of danger And a woman dressed in black Out lookin' for a stranger Well she took me to her room Where she offered me a wager She promised me the moon So I took a chance Yes I played the king of hearts Put my cards out on the table I thought the odds were in my favour But she laid the ace of spades An' I wound up where I started The king of hearts no more But the king of the broken-hearted She cut the deck one more By the light of thirteen candles She said, "the winner takes it all -- Is that too much for you to handle? So I wandered through my playing cards And tried to understand her I was lookin' for a face It was right there in my hand Yes I played the king of hearts Put my cards out on the table I thought the odds were in my favour But she laid the ace of spades An' I wound up where I started The king of hearts no more But the king of the broken-hearted |
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from Procol Harum - The Prodigal Stranger (1991)
(g.brooker / k.reid / c.thompson)
When you're out in the dark Nothing to believe in And you can't find a way back home There's a man with a secret There's a visionary sister Who knows what's right or wrong? Little by little I turn to the light And one day I'll be satisfied Like the hand that rocks the cradle I gotta be gentle and strong The hand that rocks the cradle Gonna be the lucky one When the wind blows cold And you lose your resistance Slipping down on the darkest side You can push too hard You can run too fast Don't get lost in the looking glass Little by little the wheel turns around And one day I'll be satisfied Like the hand that rocks the cradle I gotta be gentle and strong The hand that rocks the cradle Gonna be the lucky one |
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from Procol Harum - The Well`s On Fire (2003)
We've seen it before
The high flying act Is it manic delusion Or a statement of fact That hot fevered brow Them bright shining eyes The hand on the heart Those self serving lies It's an ancient tradition But everyone knows Them gaudy old rags Are the emperor's new clothes We've heard it before Your ego parade You're always so sure A hollow charade You promise the moon An' squander the earth The only person you fool Is yourself It's an ancient condition But everyone knows Them gaudy old rags Are the emperor's new clothes We've seen it before Those crocodile tears The well should'a run dry It's been so many years You throw us a bone Then ask for it back The only thing you own You stole from our backs It's an ancient religion But everyone knows Them gaudy old rags Are the emperor's new clothes |
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from Procol Harum - A Salty Dog (1969)
The Devil came from Kansas.
Where he went to I can't say Though I teach I'm not a preacher, And I aim to stay that way There's a monkey riding on my back, Been there for some time He says he knows me very well But he's no friend of mine I am not a humble pilgrim There's no need to scrape and squeeze And don't beg for silver paper When I'm trying to sell you cheese The Devil came from Kansas. Where he went to I can't say If you really are my brother Then you'd better start to pray For the sins of those departed And the ones about to go There's a dark cloud just above us, Don't tell me 'cos I know I am not a humble pilgrim There's no need to scrape and squeeze And don't beg for silver paper When I'm trying to sell you cheese No I never came from Kansas, Don't forget to thank the cook Which reminds me of my duty: I was lost and now I look For the turning and the signpost And the road which takes you down To that pool inside the forest In whose waters I shall drown I am not a humble pilgrim There's no need to scrape and squeeze And don't beg for silver paper When I'm trying to sell you cheese |
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from Procol Harum - The First Four [box] (2003)
The Devil came from Kansas.
Where he went to I can't say Though I teach I'm not a preacher, And I aim to stay that way There's a monkey riding on my back, Been there for some time He says he knows me very well But he's no friend of mine I am not a humble pilgrim There's no need to scrape and squeeze And don't beg for silver paper When I'm trying to sell you cheese The Devil came from Kansas. Where he went to I can't say If you really are my brother Then you'd better start to pray For the sins of those departed And the ones about to go There's a dark cloud just above us, Don't tell me 'cos I know I am not a humble pilgrim There's no need to scrape and squeeze And don't beg for silver paper When I'm trying to sell you cheese No I never came from Kansas, Don't forget to thank the cook Which reminds me of my duty: I was lost and now I look For the turning and the signpost And the road which takes you down To that pool inside the forest In whose waters I shall drown I am not a humble pilgrim There's no need to scrape and squeeze And don't beg for silver paper When I'm trying to sell you cheese |
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from Procol Harum - Home (1970)
As I lay down dying, a floor for my bed
And a bundle of newspaper under my head I dreamed a dream, as strange as could be Concerning myself, and somebody like me We were in some city, the stranger and me The houses were open, and the streets empty The windows were bare, and the pavements dirty I asked where I was; my companion ignored me We entered a graveyard and searched for a tombstone The graves were disturbed, and the coffins wide open And the coprses were rotten, yet each one was living Their eyes were alive with maggots crawling I cried out in fear, but my voice had left me My legs were deformed, yet I moved quite freely My head was on fire, yet my hands were icy And everywhere light, yet darkness engulfed me I managed to scream and woke from my slumber I thought of my dream and lay there and wondered Where had I been? What could it mean? It was dark in the deathroom as I slithered under |
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from Procol Harum - The Well`s On Fire (2003)
It was all over in the blink of an eye
Thousands of people walking by A big black bird swooped out of the sky Nobody knew the reason why It was all over in a few seconds flat Blue skies turned grey at the drop of a hat Pillars of dust blocked out the sun All that the people could do was run We thought we were living on easy street But they pulled the rug from under our feet It was all over in an avalanche of pain And now the world can never be the same The dreams of so many have gone up in smoke The ones who are left don't know how to cope We thought we were living on easy street But they pulled the rug from under our feet They pulled the rug from under our feet |
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from Procol Harum - Procol's Ninth (1975)
I was standing on the mountain top staring at the sun
I was trying to act the hero's part not fooling anyone I was living for the moment but the moment never came Taking notes and stealing quotes, trying to make a name My time's been taken with taking my time By making my mind up, yes to make up my mind I was living in the country: I was trying not to freeze I was working on the cabbage plants, chopping down the trees I was learning how to cook the goose and how to milk the cow Taking out the dog for walks, teaching him how to bow My time's been taken, yes, with taking my time Oh, I'm making my mind up to make up my mind, yes Yes, my time's been taken, oh, with taking my time, yeah I'm making my mind up, yeah to make up my mind oh.... |
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Strangers in space
passing through time Travellers in haste Partners in crime Trace of a feeling Trace of regret Hard to remember Hard to forget Something uncovered Something unsaid Strangely repeated long ago dead Hard to remember Hard to forget Strangers in space Travellers in time passing in haste Partners in crime Trace of a feeling Trace of regret Hard to remember Hard to forget Fruits of discovery some distant form Something repeated Something reborn trace of a feeling Trace of regret Hard to remember Hard to forget |
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from Procol Harum - Home (1970)
I'll bathe my eyes in a river of salt
I'll grow myself right up to the sky I'll sing in the forest, tear down the trees I'll foul all the fountains and trample the leaves I'll blacken your Christmas and piss on your door You'll cry out for mercy, but still there'll be more I'll put a blight in the orchard I'll run wild through the fields I'll waylay your daughter and kidnap your wife Savage her sexless and burn out her eyes I'll blacken your Christmas and piss on your door You'll cry out for mercy, but still there'll be more |
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from Procol Harum - Broken Barricades (1971)
I will meet you on the other side of the moon
The doctors say they must operate soon But there's no knowing what they'll find when they open up the wound I will meet you on the other side of the moon I will meet you at the bottom of the sea We will lie inside the ocean and scheme Our friend the arab will guide us while we dream I will meet you at the bottom of the sea |
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from Procol Harum - Something Magic (1977)
In the centre of the storm
something magic being born When the world is torn apart by the beating of a heart Like a dam about to burst Like a drunkard's crazy thirst In the centre of the storm something magic being born It's the dark hours of the soul when the nightmares take their toll when the shadows come to mock against the ticking of the clock When the demons of the night come like vultures for their bite In the dark hours of the soul when the nightmares take their toll It's the dawning of the day night-time's panic swept away When the clouds which seemed so dark are exchanged for morning's lark When the stars which burnt so bright are exchanged for morning light In the dawning of the day Nightime's panic swept away |
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from Procol Harum - Procol Harum (1967)
While standing at the junction on 42nd Street
I idly kick a pebble lying near my feet I hear a weird noise, take a look up and down The cause of the commotion is right there on the ground Imagine my surprise, thought I'd left it at home but there's no doubt about it, it's my own tombstone I went into a shop, and bought a loaf of bread I sank my teeth into it, thought I'd bust my head I dashed to the dentist, said, 'I've got an awful pain!' The man looks in my mouth and screams, 'This boy is insane!' Imagine my surprise, thought I'd left it at home but there's a lump in my mouth of my own tombstone I went to see a movie, got the only empty seat I tried to stretch out in it, something blocking my feet Finally the lights came up, and I could clearly see a slab of engraved marble, just staring up at me Imagine my surprise, thought I'd left it at home but there's no doubt I'm sitting on my own tombstone |
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from Procol Harum - Procol Harum (1967)
While standing at the junction on 42nd Street
I idly kick a pebble lying near my feet I hear a weird noise, take a look up and down The cause of the commotion is right there on the ground Imagine my surprise, thought I'd left it at home but there's no doubt about it, it's my own tombstone I went into a shop, and bought a loaf of bread I sank my teeth into it, thought I'd bust my head I dashed to the dentist, said, 'I've got an awful pain!' The man looks in my mouth and screams, 'This boy is insane!' Imagine my surprise, thought I'd left it at home but there's a lump in my mouth of my own tombstone I went to see a movie, got the only empty seat I tried to stretch out in it, something blocking my feet Finally the lights came up, and I could clearly see a slab of engraved marble, just staring up at me Imagine my surprise, thought I'd left it at home but there's no doubt I'm sitting on my own tombstone |
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from Procol Harum - A Whiter Shade Of Pale [project] (1997)
While standing at the junction on 42nd Street
I idly kick a pebble lying near my feet I hear a weird noise, take a look up and down The cause of the commotion is right there on the ground Imagine my surprise, thought I'd left it at home but there's no doubt about it, it's my own tombstone I went into a shop, and bought a loaf of bread I sank my teeth into it, thought I'd bust my head I dashed to the dentist, said, 'I've got an awful pain!' The man looks in my mouth and screams, 'This boy is insane!' Imagine my surprise, thought I'd left it at home but there's a lump in my mouth of my own tombstone I went to see a movie, got the only empty seat I tried to stretch out in it, something blocking my feet Finally the lights came up, and I could clearly see a slab of engraved marble, just staring up at me Imagine my surprise, thought I'd left it at home but there's no doubt I'm sitting on my own tombstone |
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from Procol Harum - The First Four [box] (2003)
While standing at the junction on 42nd Street
I idly kick a pebble lying near my feet I hear a weird noise, take a look up and down The cause of the commotion is right there on the ground Imagine my surprise, thought I'd left it at home but there's no doubt about it, it's my own tombstone I went into a shop, and bought a loaf of bread I sank my teeth into it, thought I'd bust my head I dashed to the dentist, said, 'I've got an awful pain!' The man looks in my mouth and screams, 'This boy is insane!' Imagine my surprise, thought I'd left it at home but there's a lump in my mouth of my own tombstone I went to see a movie, got the only empty seat I tried to stretch out in it, something blocking my feet Finally the lights came up, and I could clearly see a slab of engraved marble, just staring up at me Imagine my surprise, thought I'd left it at home but there's no doubt I'm sitting on my own tombstone |
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from Procol Harum - The Well`s On Fire (2003)
Your convent-cloistered, cluttered mind
[calls] out for me but I'm behind You cannot see into your room Whose perfumed depths sing songs of doom But I am cold and cannot see A way out of this mystery Wild horses couldn't change your mind Or help you up and let you find That I am here cold or blind That I have something left to find But I am cold and cannot see A way out of your mystery An ali baba you would be In search of treasure endlessly And like some jewel you'ld comfort me And in your showcase I would be But I am cold and cannot see A way out of your mystery |
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from Procol Harum - Shine On Brightly...plus (1968)
(brooker / reid)
Skip softly, my moonbeams, avoid being seen Pretend that perhaps you are part of a dream Which (seen by some other such person as me) Would only glow smiling and nod and agree Skip softly, my moonbeams, for I have heard tell That the stairs up to heaven lead straight down to hell That pride is the last thing which comes before fall I'd as soon talk to you as make love to a wall |
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from Procol Harum - Procol Harum/ Shine On Brightly [box] (2002)
(brooker / reid)
Skip softly, my moonbeams, avoid being seen Pretend that perhaps you are part of a dream Which (seen by some other such person as me) Would only glow smiling and nod and agree Skip softly, my moonbeams, for I have heard tell That the stairs up to heaven lead straight down to hell That pride is the last thing which comes before fall I'd as soon talk to you as make love to a wall |
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from Procol Harum - The First Four [box] (2003)
(brooker / reid)
Skip softly, my moonbeams, avoid being seen Pretend that perhaps you are part of a dream Which (seen by some other such person as me) Would only glow smiling and nod and agree Skip softly, my moonbeams, for I have heard tell That the stairs up to heaven lead straight down to hell That pride is the last thing which comes before fall I'd as soon talk to you as make love to a wall |
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from Procol Harum - Something Magic (1977)
You were the player
And you played it cool I was the stranger And I played the fool You were the teacher And you were the best I was the seeker And I failed the test We were always skating on thin ice Shaking the wrong dice Swimming against the tide Playing on the wrong side Yes you were the player And you were so cool I was the greenhorn King of the fools Painting the picture To fit with the frame Changing the players To fit with the game You were the searcher Out for the sky I was the traveller Just passing by You were the taker And you gave the call I was the faker And I dropped the ball |
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from Procol Harum - Broken Barricades (1971)
Simple sister
Got whooping cough Have to burn her toys Take her treats Eat her sweets Scare off all the boys Simple sister Got whooping cough Have to put her out Wear her clothes Steal her bows Tell her that she's stout Simple sister Got whooping cough Lock her in a cell Throw the key Into the sea Hope she never gets well |
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from Procol Harum - Broken Barricades (1971)
Simple sister
Got whooping cough Have to burn her toys Take her treats Eat her sweets Scare off all the boys Simple sister Got whooping cough Have to put her out Wear her clothes Steal her bows Tell her that she's stout Simple sister Got whooping cough Lock her in a cell Throw the key Into the sea Hope she never gets well |
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from Procol Harum - Procol Harum (1967)
My Prussian-blue electric clock's
alarm bell rings, it will not stop and I can see no end in sight and search in vain by candlelight for some long road that goes nowhere for some signpost that is not there And even my befuddled brain is shining brightly, quite insane The chandelier is in full swing as gifts for me the three kings bring of myrrh and frankincense, I'm told, and fat old Buddhas carved in gold And though it seems they smile with glee I know in truth they envy me and watch as my befuddled brain shines on brightly quite insane Above all else confusion reigns And though I ask no-one explains My eunuch friend has been and gone He said that I must soldier on And though the Ferris wheel spins round my tongue it seems has run aground and croaks as my befuddled brain shines on brightly, quite insane |
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from Procol Harum - Shine On Brightly...plus (1968)
My Prussian-blue electric clock's
alarm bell rings, it will not stop and I can see no end in sight and search in vain by candlelight for some long road that goes nowhere for some signpost that is not there And even my befuddled brain is shining brightly, quite insane The chandelier is in full swing as gifts for me the three kings bring of myrrh and frankincense, I'm told, and fat old Buddhas carved in gold And though it seems they smile with glee I know in truth they envy me and watch as my befuddled brain shines on brightly quite insane Above all else confusion reigns And though I ask no-one explains My eunuch friend has been and gone He said that I must soldier on And though the Ferris wheel spins round my tongue it seems has run aground and croaks as my befuddled brain shines on brightly, quite insane |
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from Procol Harum - Procol Harum/ Shine On Brightly [box] (2002)
My Prussian-blue electric clock's
alarm bell rings, it will not stop and I can see no end in sight and search in vain by candlelight for some long road that goes nowhere for some signpost that is not there And even my befuddled brain is shining brightly, quite insane The chandelier is in full swing as gifts for me the three kings bring of myrrh and frankincense, I'm told, and fat old Buddhas carved in gold And though it seems they smile with glee I know in truth they envy me and watch as my befuddled brain shines on brightly quite insane Above all else confusion reigns And though I ask no-one explains My eunuch friend has been and gone He said that I must soldier on And though the Ferris wheel spins round my tongue it seems has run aground and croaks as my befuddled brain shines on brightly, quite insane |
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from Procol Harum - The First Four [box] (2003)
My Prussian-blue electric clock's
alarm bell rings, it will not stop and I can see no end in sight and search in vain by candlelight for some long road that goes nowhere for some signpost that is not there And even my befuddled brain is shining brightly, quite insane The chandelier is in full swing as gifts for me the three kings bring of myrrh and frankincense, I'm told, and fat old Buddhas carved in gold And though it seems they smile with glee I know in truth they envy me and watch as my befuddled brain shines on brightly quite insane Above all else confusion reigns And though I ask no-one explains My eunuch friend has been and gone He said that I must soldier on And though the Ferris wheel spins round my tongue it seems has run aground and croaks as my befuddled brain shines on brightly, quite insane |
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from Procol Harum - Procol Harum (1967)
She wandered through the garden fence
and said, 'I've brought at great expense a potion guaranteed to bring relief from all your suffering.' And though I said, 'You don't exist,' she grasped me firmly by the wrist and threw me down upon my back and strapped me to her torture rack And, without further argument I found my mind was also bent upon a course so devious it only made my torment worse She said, 'I see you cannot speak is it your voice that is too weak? Is it your tongue that is to blame? Maybe you cannot speak for shame. Or has your brain been idle too, and now it will not think for you?' I hastened to make my reply but found that I could only lie And like a fool I believed myself and thought I was somebody else But she could see what I was then and left me on my own again |
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from Procol Harum - A Whiter Shade Of Pale [project] (1997)
She wandered through the garden fence
and said, 'I've brought at great expense a potion guaranteed to bring relief from all your suffering.' And though I said, 'You don't exist,' she grasped me firmly by the wrist and threw me down upon my back and strapped me to her torture rack And, without further argument I found my mind was also bent upon a course so devious it only made my torment worse She said, 'I see you cannot speak is it your voice that is too weak? Is it your tongue that is to blame? Maybe you cannot speak for shame. Or has your brain been idle too, and now it will not think for you?' I hastened to make my reply but found that I could only lie And like a fool I believed myself and thought I was somebody else But she could see what I was then and left me on my own again |
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from Procol Harum - Procol Harum/ Shine On Brightly [box] (2002)
She wandered through the garden fence
and said, 'I've brought at great expense a potion guaranteed to bring relief from all your suffering.' And though I said, 'You don't exist,' she grasped me firmly by the wrist and threw me down upon my back and strapped me to her torture rack And, without further argument I found my mind was also bent upon a course so devious it only made my torment worse She said, 'I see you cannot speak is it your voice that is too weak? Is it your tongue that is to blame? Maybe you cannot speak for shame. Or has your brain been idle too, and now it will not think for you?' I hastened to make my reply but found that I could only lie And like a fool I believed myself and thought I was somebody else But she could see what I was then and left me on my own again |
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from Procol Harum - The Well`s On Fire (2003)
I've been body swerved, close observed
Down the well, kiss and tell I've been lost an' found, underground Good as gold, overload I've been crazy glued, baby blued Off the wall, too close to call I've been Chinese rocks I've been shadow boxed I've been squeezed an' stroked, okee-doked Gone an' went, heaven sent I've been fluffed an' fussed, cuffed an' cussed Show of hands, shadow lands I've been down to the wire, house on fire Reconditioned, under suspicion I've been Chinese rocks I've been shadow boxed I've been instant karma, Dalai Lama Living proof, an' cosmic truth I've been powder kegged, heavy lead Out of bounds, what's that sound I've been down to the wire, house on fire Reconditioned, under suspicion I've been lost an' found, underground Good as gold, overload I've been crazy glued, baby blued Off the wall, too close to call I've been Chinese rocks I've been shadow boxed |
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from Procol Harum - A Whiter Shade Of Pale [project] (1997)
The landlord's knocking on my door, he says he wants the rent
I'm sitting in the kitchen wondering where the money's spent A whole lot of people treating me unkind I seem to have the blues most all the time I'm lying in my bed hatching million-dollar schemes The cops are using radar trying to intercept my dreams A whole lot of people treating me unkind I seem to have the blues most all the time I went to get a job 'cos I badly needed the pay I got a warm reception: they said 'Bum! Go away!' A whole lot of people treating me unkind I seem to have the blues most all the time Well I owed a lot of money; I was weak and easily led I tried to rob a bank: the cashier shot me dead A whole lot of people treating me unkind But it don't matter now, 'cos I got peace of mind Nothing matters now 'cos I got peace of mind. |
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from Procol Harum - Procol Harum (1967)
You come to me at midnight and say, 'It's dark in here.'
You know you robbed me of my sight, and light is what I fear I tell you that I can not see but you persist in showing me those bangles that I paid for long ago And though my face is smiling I'm really feeling low and though you say you're with me I know that it's not so Your skin crawls up an octave, your teeth have lost their gleam The peaches snuggle closer down into the clotted cream and for some unknown reason my watch begins to chime and though I beg and plead with you, you tell me it's not time And though my face is smiling I'm really feeling low and though you say you're with me I know that it's not so The sun seeps through the window to see if we're still dead to try to throw some light upon the gloom around our bed At quarter past the doorbell rings, the water faucet drips and sings and still my reason will not rhyme, and still you tell me it's not time And though my face is smiling I'm really feeling low and though you say you're with me I know that it's not so You really know that it's not so |
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from Procol Harum - Procol Harum/ Shine On Brightly [box] (2002)
You come to me at midnight and say, 'It's dark in here.'
You know you robbed me of my sight, and light is what I fear I tell you that I can not see but you persist in showing me those bangles that I paid for long ago And though my face is smiling I'm really feeling low and though you say you're with me I know that it's not so Your skin crawls up an octave, your teeth have lost their gleam The peaches snuggle closer down into the clotted cream and for some unknown reason my watch begins to chime and though I beg and plead with you, you tell me it's not time And though my face is smiling I'm really feeling low and though you say you're with me I know that it's not so The sun seeps through the window to see if we're still dead to try to throw some light upon the gloom around our bed At quarter past the doorbell rings, the water faucet drips and sings and still my reason will not rhyme, and still you tell me it's not time And though my face is smiling I'm really feeling low and though you say you're with me I know that it's not so You really know that it's not so |
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from Procol Harum - The First Four [box] (2003)
You come to me at midnight and say, 'It's dark in here.'
You know you robbed me of my sight, and light is what I fear I tell you that I can not see but you persist in showing me those bangles that I paid for long ago And though my face is smiling I'm really feeling low and though you say you're with me I know that it's not so Your skin crawls up an octave, your teeth have lost their gleam The peaches snuggle closer down into the clotted cream and for some unknown reason my watch begins to chime and though I beg and plead with you, you tell me it's not time And though my face is smiling I'm really feeling low and though you say you're with me I know that it's not so The sun seeps through the window to see if we're still dead to try to throw some light upon the gloom around our bed At quarter past the doorbell rings, the water faucet drips and sings and still my reason will not rhyme, and still you tell me it's not time And though my face is smiling I'm really feeling low and though you say you're with me I know that it's not so You really know that it's not so |
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from Procol Harum - Procol Harum (1967)
You come to me at midnight and say, 'It's dark in here.'
You know you robbed me of my sight, and light is what I fear I tell you that I can not see but you persist in showing me those bangles that I paid for long ago And though my face is smiling I'm really feeling low and though you say you're with me I know that it's not so Your skin crawls up an octave, your teeth have lost their gleam The peaches snuggle closer down into the clotted cream and for some unknown reason my watch begins to chime and though I beg and plead with you, you tell me it's not time And though my face is smiling I'm really feeling low and though you say you're with me I know that it's not so The sun seeps through the window to see if we're still dead to try to throw some light upon the gloom around our bed At quarter past the doorbell rings, the water faucet drips and sings and still my reason will not rhyme, and still you tell me it's not time And though my face is smiling I'm really feeling low and though you say you're with me I know that it's not so You really know that it's not so |
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from Procol Harum - A Whiter Shade Of Pale [project] (1997)
You come to me at midnight and say, 'It's dark in here.'
You know you robbed me of my sight, and light is what I fear I tell you that I can not see but you persist in showing me those bangles that I paid for long ago And though my face is smiling I'm really feeling low and though you say you're with me I know that it's not so Your skin crawls up an octave, your teeth have lost their gleam The peaches snuggle closer down into the clotted cream and for some unknown reason my watch begins to chime and though I beg and plead with you, you tell me it's not time And though my face is smiling I'm really feeling low and though you say you're with me I know that it's not so The sun seeps through the window to see if we're still dead to try to throw some light upon the gloom around our bed At quarter past the doorbell rings, the water faucet drips and sings and still my reason will not rhyme, and still you tell me it's not time And though my face is smiling I'm really feeling low and though you say you're with me I know that it's not so You really know that it's not so |
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from Procol Harum - Grand Hotel (1973)
Doctor where's your remedy?
I've got enough to pay the fee Can't you see I'm awful sick? I'll pay you well to do the trick Doctor where's your magic box There's no one here to count the cost Name your price and make the sale There's no-one here to tell the tale Doctor please don't lock your door I've never troubled you before Just a pinch to ease the pain I'll never trouble you again |
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from Procol Harum - Grand Hotel (1973)
Doctor where's your remedy?
I've got enough to pay the fee Can't you see I'm awful sick? I'll pay you well to do the trick Doctor where's your magic box There's no one here to count the cost Name your price and make the sale There's no-one here to tell the tale Doctor please don't lock your door I've never troubled you before Just a pinch to ease the pain I'll never trouble you again |
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from Procol Harum - Shine On Brightly...plus (1968)
A local picture house
Was showing a Batman movie You see this guy fly up in the sky Thought to myself, "Why shouldn't I?" Bought a pair of wings Went upon the wall Was about to jump into the air When a man from the street called, he said: "Hey wait a minute! Don't you realize the danger? What do you think you are Some kind of angel?" I considered for a minute Thought "He only speaks the truth" For the barbells on my eyelids Only emphasized my youth And the sawdust in my plimsolls Means the same to him as me But that's neither here nor further So I spoke considerately "If you understand Just what I'm trying to say, Whatever you do, don't grin, You'll give the game away!" By now a crowd had gathered And it seemed that all was lost In the anger of the moment I had diced with death and lost It seemed to me the time was right So I burst into song In the anger of the moment The crowd began to sing along I could not see a way out of this predicament Just then a breeze Cruised through the trees And up in the air I went I must have flown a mile Or maybe it was eight Thought to myself pretty soon I'd hit the Golden Gate Just then a passing bird For no reason I could see Took a peck at my wings And that was the end of me I went down, hit the ground Faster than the speed of sound Luckily I broke no bones Only tore my underclothes ... (fades, returns, fades again...) |
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from Procol Harum - Procol Harum/ Shine On Brightly [box] (2002)
A local picture house
Was showing a Batman movie You see this guy fly up in the sky Thought to myself, "Why shouldn't I?" Bought a pair of wings Went upon the wall Was about to jump into the air When a man from the street called, he said: "Hey wait a minute! Don't you realize the danger? What do you think you are Some kind of angel?" I considered for a minute Thought "He only speaks the truth" For the barbells on my eyelids Only emphasized my youth And the sawdust in my plimsolls Means the same to him as me But that's neither here nor further So I spoke considerately "If you understand Just what I'm trying to say, Whatever you do, don't grin, You'll give the game away!" By now a crowd had gathered And it seemed that all was lost In the anger of the moment I had diced with death and lost It seemed to me the time was right So I burst into song In the anger of the moment The crowd began to sing along I could not see a way out of this predicament Just then a breeze Cruised through the trees And up in the air I went I must have flown a mile Or maybe it was eight Thought to myself pretty soon I'd hit the Golden Gate Just then a passing bird For no reason I could see Took a peck at my wings And that was the end of me I went down, hit the ground Faster than the speed of sound Luckily I broke no bones Only tore my underclothes ... (fades, returns, fades again...) |
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from Procol Harum - The First Four [box] (2003)
A local picture house
Was showing a Batman movie You see this guy fly up in the sky Thought to myself, "Why shouldn't I?" Bought a pair of wings Went upon the wall Was about to jump into the air When a man from the street called, he said: "Hey wait a minute! Don't you realize the danger? What do you think you are Some kind of angel?" I considered for a minute Thought "He only speaks the truth" For the barbells on my eyelids Only emphasized my youth And the sawdust in my plimsolls Means the same to him as me But that's neither here nor further So I spoke considerately "If you understand Just what I'm trying to say, Whatever you do, don't grin, You'll give the game away!" By now a crowd had gathered And it seemed that all was lost In the anger of the moment I had diced with death and lost It seemed to me the time was right So I burst into song In the anger of the moment The crowd began to sing along I could not see a way out of this predicament Just then a breeze Cruised through the trees And up in the air I went I must have flown a mile Or maybe it was eight Thought to myself pretty soon I'd hit the Golden Gate Just then a passing bird For no reason I could see Took a peck at my wings And that was the end of me I went down, hit the ground Faster than the speed of sound Luckily I broke no bones Only tore my underclothes ... (fades, returns, fades again...) |
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from Procol Harum - Shine On Brightly...plus (1968)
For you (whose eyes were opened wide whilst mine refused to see)
I'm sore in need of saving grace. Be kind and humour me I'm lost amidst a sea of wheat where people speak but seldom meet And grief and laughter, strange but true Although they die, they seldom cry An ode by any other name I know might read more sweet Perhaps the sun will never shine upon my field of wheat But still in closing, let me say for those too sick, too sick to see though nothing shows, yes, someone knows I wish that one was me |
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from Procol Harum - Shine On Brightly...plus (1968)
For you (whose eyes were opened wide whilst mine refused to see)
I'm sore in need of saving grace. Be kind and humour me I'm lost amidst a sea of wheat where people speak but seldom meet And grief and laughter, strange but true Although they die, they seldom cry An ode by any other name I know might read more sweet Perhaps the sun will never shine upon my field of wheat But still in closing, let me say for those too sick, too sick to see though nothing shows, yes, someone knows I wish that one was me |
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from Procol Harum - Procol Harum (1967)
For you (whose eyes were opened wide whilst mine refused to see)
I'm sore in need of saving grace. Be kind and humour me I'm lost amidst a sea of wheat where people speak but seldom meet And grief and laughter, strange but true Although they die, they seldom cry An ode by any other name I know might read more sweet Perhaps the sun will never shine upon my field of wheat But still in closing, let me say for those too sick, too sick to see though nothing shows, yes, someone knows I wish that one was me |
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from Procol Harum - Shine On Brightly...plus (1968)
For you (whose eyes were opened wide whilst mine refused to see)
I'm sore in need of saving grace. Be kind and humour me I'm lost amidst a sea of wheat where people speak but seldom meet And grief and laughter, strange but true Although they die, they seldom cry An ode by any other name I know might read more sweet Perhaps the sun will never shine upon my field of wheat But still in closing, let me say for those too sick, too sick to see though nothing shows, yes, someone knows I wish that one was me |
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from Procol Harum - Procol Harum/ Shine On Brightly [box] (2002)
For you (whose eyes were opened wide whilst mine refused to see)
I'm sore in need of saving grace. Be kind and humour me I'm lost amidst a sea of wheat where people speak but seldom meet And grief and laughter, strange but true Although they die, they seldom cry An ode by any other name I know might read more sweet Perhaps the sun will never shine upon my field of wheat But still in closing, let me say for those too sick, too sick to see though nothing shows, yes, someone knows I wish that one was me |
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from Procol Harum - Broken Barricades (1971)
Climbing out of open windows
Crashing down from broken stairs Keeping watch on smoking cinders Falling over burning chairs Tossed and crossed and screwed in transit broken , splintered, bruised and thrown Badly shattered, gale force frighty Rrushed across and shown alone Speech reduced by poor relations Strung from weeks of self abuse Chopped up, churned out weeks of greazy Spark plugs burned up, power's fused |
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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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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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