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| 1. |
| 3:40 | 
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When I hear that big black whistle they blow
I feel inside that it's time for me to be going Fortunately baby I'd already gone before When they say I'm worth ten pieces of coal And you shouting hey what about when you are an old man Fortunately baby I'd already locked the door They say there are men who are blue like me in the stars Beards for the weird and bars for bizarre guitarmen Fortunately baby I'd already joined the force Good time train well it does not need any track It wins the race to the place where I'm gonna pack up Fortunately baby I'd already grabbed the sky All the days that the road has spent on me Judges shout you've got to slave to be a freeman Fortunately baby I am never coming back Good time train, good time train... |
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| 2. |
| 3:30 |
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When the wagons leave the city
for the forest and further on Painted wagons of the morning dusty roads where they have gone Sometimes travelling through the darkness met the summer coming home Fallen faces by the wayside looked as if they might have known O the sun was in their eyes and the desert that dries In the country town where the laughter sounds O the dancing and the singing O the music when they played O the fires that they started O the girls with no regret Sometimes they found it Sometimes they kept it Often lost it on the way Fought each other to possess it Sometimes died in sight of day |
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| 3. |
| 3:02 |
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I bought you tickets for the waterfalls
and you poured away all the change Trained your bicycle to dance told it tales of window boxes and people with locks While you filed away the time and lost the place in the river Couldn't do anything about the days But I helped with some of the nights You worked my blisters to the bone playing songs of tiny men and bridges in wine While you led the time astray and lost your head in the rainbow You never saw anything glittering but you had to melt it down I made you rivers all run dry soaked them up with train timetables and carpets of lies And I listened to your smile and found my place in the morning |
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| 4. |
| 2:23 |
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I'm going to a wedding dressed in black
I'm going to a party, won't be back And I'm not going with you... no... Trees are no longer a comfort Messages sad in the wires My hair is hung down with the blackest of rain that I'm feeling I'm going to the river, wash my tears I'm going to the mountains, cool my fears That I'm not going with you... no... Skies are no longer a comfort Leaves turning black with the autumn The corn is hung down with the heaviest weight that I'm feeling I'm going to a funeral dressed in white I'm going to a nightclub, to sleep with night And I'm not going with you... no... Love is no longer a comfort, Fantastic times are forgotten My heart is hung down with the saddest of rain that I'm feeling |
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| 5. |
| 2:56 |
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You asked me to a party
to a house just by the moon You gave me silver loving the end was all too soon You asked me to the theatre in a place quite near the sun You gave me golden sunbeams you act was all in fun Rope ladder to moon! You asked me to a meeting in a cottage in the snow You gave me central heating I can't forget the glow You asked me to a weekend down by the stormy sea You took me to a ceremony and the sacrifice ? was me! You asked me to a stromcloud up near the rainbow's end Then you threw away the ladder and gave me to your friend You took me to a prison and you said its chief was me Then you locked me deep inside you and thew away the key Rope ladder to the moon! |
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| 6. |
| 2:49 |
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It's all blues and no dinner
at the Ministry of Bag The steaks are getting thinner the office is a drag It's all hills and no mountain in the cupboard of the Few The soda has no fountain the coal gets in the dew It's all chief and no father down the avenue of lane The soap has lost its lather the loves gone down the drain It's all time and no future at the Department of Breath The clothes aint made to suit you the peas are boiled to death It's hang the girls and young men on the ropes of tweedy mind The speedy sneaky tonguemen have left them all behind It's all tripe and no liver at the cafe of the Neat The cooks jumped in the river the menu smells of feet It's all swamp and no mosquitoes along the stripes of pin The boots have all the vetoes and the bags to put them in It's all blues and no dinner at the Ministry of Bag The steaks are getting thinner the office is a drag |
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| 7. |
| 3:37 |
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There comes an affair in the tides of men
When you can't go back again Yes there comes a darkness in the affairs of light When you can't hold back the night So you go where your mind will keep Where the rain plays the restless to sleep On the notes of a broken piano O the rivers and the seas and you that ride them forever They called my name to your darkeyed ranks to leave them never Yes my name it is written in the sand And it can't escape your sweeping hand There comes a time as tides must come When they leave, take some, leave some Yes there comes a wave in the seas of men When you can't swim back again So you go where your mind will keep Where the wind lulls the restless to sleep In the beams of the broken headlights |
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| 8. |
| 1:48 |
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Hey when Well hello there baby
the time comes if you hate it will you hate it so much won't you Why not leave it keep your head maybe try like me too? In the games We who were your fathers of the Have shared out all sunshine? tomorrows sunshine Well that Time is passing baby time has come if you let it and you it will make you can't do do what they want what you want Maybe be like them too now your mind Those who were our fathers is not Peer from inside their towers looking looking |
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| 9. |
| 5:25 |
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And so our time is fields of sleep
And so our bed is endless deep And so the waves are grass in sun And so our time has just begun And so our love moves much too fast And sun and sleep can never last love is lost last but one... but once The time was ours we never cared For soaring flights that eagles dared The air was full of peaceful birds Your eyes were moist unspoken words And so our love moves much too fast And sun and eyes can never last Fire is lost last but one... but once Over the hills the good times are sitting under grey clouds And the sound of the love songs Is being lost in the crowds of the magical lessons that you taught me from the walls I forgot all the path ways and I remembered the falls remember... |
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| 10. |
| 2:39 |
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You say you don't want me
Well I don't want you to go You say you don't need me You shut my hair in the door You say you won't have me You're leaving my wound all sore Chorus: Breakfast is goodnight Yesterdays are old meals now Times ripe for clearout You say you can't eat it Well I don't have any food You say you can't face it Well I'm not in any mood You say you don't need it You're leaving my head all chewed (Chorus) You say you can't stand it well why don't you let it sit You say you can't dig it yet you'll never let me quit you say you can't use it you won't find a better fit (Chorus) |
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| 11. |
| 3:43 |
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It's all blues and no dinner
at the Ministry of Bag The steaks are getting thinner the office is a drag It's all hills and no mountain in the cupboard of the Few The soda has no fountain the coal gets in the dew It's all chief and no father down the avenue of lane The soap has lost its lather the loves gone down the drain It's all time and no future at the Department of Breath The clothes aint made to suit you the peas are boiled to death It's hang the girls and young men on the ropes of tweedy mind The speedy sneaky tonguemen have left them all behind It's all tripe and no liver at the cafe of the Neat The cooks jumped in the river the menu smells of feet It's all swamp and no mosquitoes along the stripes of pin The boots have all the vetoes and the bags to put them in It's all blues and no dinner at the Ministry of Bag The steaks are getting thinner the office is a drag |
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| 12. |
| 2:28 |
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I'm going to a wedding dressed in black
I'm going to a party, won't be back And I'm not going with you... no... Trees are no longer a comfort Messages sad in the wires My hair is hung down with the blackest of rain that I'm feeling I'm going to the river, wash my tears I'm going to the mountains, cool my fears That I'm not going with you... no... Skies are no longer a comfort Leaves turning black with the autumn The corn is hung down with the heaviest weight that I'm feeling I'm going to a funeral dressed in white I'm going to a nightclub, to sleep with night And I'm not going with you... no... Love is no longer a comfort, Fantastic times are forgotten My heart is hung down with the saddest of rain that I'm feeling |
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| 13. |
| 3:00 |
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You say you don't want me
Well I don't want you to go You say you don't need me You shut my hair in the door You say you won't have me You're leaving my wound all sore Chorus: Breakfast is goodnight Yesterdays are old meals now Times ripe for clearout You say you can't eat it Well I don't have any food You say you can't face it Well I'm not in any mood You say you don't need it You're leaving my head all chewed (Chorus) You say you can't stand it well why don't you let it sit You say you can't dig it yet you'll never let me quit you say you can't use it you won't find a better fit (Chorus) |
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| 14. |
| 2:54 |
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It's all blues and no dinner
at the Ministry of Bag The steaks are getting thinner the office is a drag It's all hills and no mountain in the cupboard of the Few The soda has no fountain the coal gets in the dew It's all chief and no father down the avenue of lane The soap has lost its lather the loves gone down the drain It's all time and no future at the Department of Breath The clothes aint made to suit you the peas are boiled to death It's hang the girls and young men on the ropes of tweedy mind The speedy sneaky tonguemen have left them all behind It's all tripe and no liver at the cafe of the Neat The cooks jumped in the river the menu smells of feet It's all swamp and no mosquitoes along the stripes of pin The boots have all the vetoes and the bags to put them in It's all blues and no dinner at the Ministry of Bag The steaks are getting thinner the office is a drag |
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