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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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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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(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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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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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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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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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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My parents must've disliked me. they left me in the lurch
Packed me in a basket which was left in a church It was found by a nun Who took one peep and run Screaming 'there's an eye in the middle of his head!' The man in charge reflected and then to me he said, 'all men are born equal. you can earn your daily bread; Go now to the belfry Where the bats are blind and can't see There's an eye in the middle of your head.' I sat there in the gloom, thought about my lousy luck; At least if your body's offensive then your clothes cover it up But my forehead is quite smooth Except for one circular groove And that's the eye in the middle of my head. |
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In the wee small hours of sixpence
And the lighted chandelier Stands a rusty old retainer Whose old eyes are filled with tears For his master, Good Sir Galant, Who is now off to the wars And although his eyes are crying We know grief is not the cause And if grief is not the reason He must be of sterner stuff And his sword though old and rusty Must be blunt as sharp enough In the wee small hours of sixpence And the broken window pane Stand the remnants of the evening Who are waiting all in vain For the crowing of the cockerel Showing morning is not night But the air is filled with silence And the daylight is not bright But still darkness is no reason We are men of sterner stuff And our swords though old and rusty Still are blunt as sharp enough. In the wee small hours of sixpence And the hat-stand in the hall Waiting only for the morning Shadows flitting 'cross the wall And perhaps that old retainer Whom now giving of his all May have once been just as we are And now has no face at all. But still grief was not the reason He was made of sterner stuff And his sword though old and rusty Still was blunt as sharp enough. |
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In the wee small hours of sixpence
And the lighted chandelier Stands a rusty old retainer Whose old eyes are filled with tears For his master, Good Sir Galant, Who is now off to the wars And although his eyes are crying We know grief is not the cause And if grief is not the reason He must be of sterner stuff And his sword though old and rusty Must be blunt as sharp enough In the wee small hours of sixpence And the broken window pane Stand the remnants of the evening Who are waiting all in vain For the crowing of the cockerel Showing morning is not night But the air is filled with silence And the daylight is not bright But still darkness is no reason We are men of sterner stuff And our swords though old and rusty Still are blunt as sharp enough. In the wee small hours of sixpence And the hat-stand in the hall Waiting only for the morning Shadows flitting 'cross the wall And perhaps that old retainer Whom now giving of his all May have once been just as we are And now has no face at all. But still grief was not the reason He was made of sterner stuff And his sword though old and rusty Still was blunt as sharp enough. |
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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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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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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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