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It is the evening of the day,
I sit and watch the children play. Smiling faces I can see But not for me, I sit and watch as tears go by. My riches can't buy everything, I want to hear the children sing. All I hear is the sound Of rain falling on the ground, I sit and watch as tears go by. It is the evening of the day, I sit and watch the children play. Doing things I used to do They think are new, I sit and watch as tears go by. Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm ... |
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Yesterdays, yesterdays,
Days I knew as happy sweet sequestered days. Olden days, golden days, Days of mad romance and love. Then gay youth was mine Truth was mine Joyous free and flaming life Then truth was mine Sad am I, glad am I, For today I'm dreaming of Yesterdays. Yesterdays, yesterdays, Days I knew as happy sweet sequestered days. Golden days, olden days, Days of mad romance and love. Then gay youth was mine Truth was mine Joyous free and flaming life Then truth was mine Sad am I, glad am I, For today I'm dreaming of Yesterdays. |
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Are you going to Scarborough Fair
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. Remember me to one that lives there For once she once was a true lover of mine. Tell her to make me a cambric shirt Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. One with no seams, of fine needlework And then she'll be a true lover of mine. Tell her to dry it 'pon yonder thorn Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. That never bore fruit since Adam was born And then she'll be a true lover of mine. Ah, can you find me an acre of land Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. Between the salt sea and the sea sand Or never be a true lover of mine. And can you plough it with a sheep's horn Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. And sow it all over with one peppercorn Or never be a true lover of mine. And when you have done and finished your work Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. Then come to me for your cambric shirt And then you'll be a true lover of mine. |
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There is a house in New Orleans, They call it the Risin' Sun And it's been the ruin Of many poor girl, And me, oh God, I'm one. There is a house in New Orleans, They call it the Risin' Sun And it's been the ruin Of many poor girl, And me, oh God, I'm one. If I had listened To what my mother said I'd've been at home today. But I was young and foolish, oh God, Let a rambler lead me astray. Go tell my baby sister Don't do what I have done. Go shun that house in New Orleans They call the Risin' Sun. Well, I'm going back to New Orleans, My race is almost run. I'm going back to spend my life In the house of the Risin' Sun. |
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Do you hear
What I hear, Or can I have been deceived ? Voices singing, Bells are ringing, They say He'll come back to me. Though he's gone, In my sleep As if he were here with me, He'll be back now, I can tell now, You'll see, He'll come back to me. Once more, once more, Tell me that he's still sure. I know, I know That he loves me much more And I'll be here waiting Until he comes back to me. There's one thing You should know: Just how much I love him so. Though he hurt me, He won't desert me, And now He'll come back to me. Once more, once more, Tell me that he's still sure. I know, I know That he loves me much more And I'll be here waiting Until he comes back to me. There's one thing You should know: Just how much I love him so. Though he hurt me, He won't desert me, And now He'll come back to me. So you see, Patiently I'll be waiting here for his call. Voices singing, Church bells ringing To say He's come back to me. |
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Monday, Monday
So good to me. Monday morning It was all I hoped it would be. Oh Monday morning Monday morning couldn't guarantee That Monday evening You would still be here with me. Monday, Monday Can't trust the day. Monday, Monday Sometimes it just turns out that way. On Monday morning You gave me no warning Of what was to be. On Monday, Monday How could you leave And not take me ? Every other day Every other day Every other day Of the week is fine, yeah. But whenever Monday comes But whenever Monday comes You can find me crying All of the time. Monday, Monday So good to me. Monday morning It was all I hoped it would be. Oh Monday morning, Monday morning couldn't guarantee That Monday evening You would still be here with me. Every other day Every other day Every other day Of the week is fine, yeah. But whenever Monday comes But whenever Monday comes You can find me crying All of the time. Monday, Monday, Can't trust the day. Monday, Monday, Don't go away. Oh, Monday, Monday, Don't go away. Oh, Monday, Monday ... |
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You know I see you when you're sleeping
When you're all insane with dreaming. I can tell you that you been fighting, baby, But you been losing. You know there's clearer ways of thinking And there's quicker ways of dying But I'm a sucker for your drinking And now, I'm losing. I don't know who you think you're cheating Or with whom you have been sleeping, But all the shit that you've been eating Says you're losing. When I let my hate pervert me And there's no more tears for crying I'll just kill you if you hurt me, I'll kill you. You know I see you when you're sleeping, When you're all insane with dreaming. I can tell you that you been fighting, baby, Fighting hard and losing. Fighting hard ... and losing. Fighting hard ... fighting hard ... losing. |
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Plaisir d'amour
Ne dure qu'un moment, Chagrin d'amour Dure toute la vie. Your eyes kissed mine, I saw the love in them shine. But you gave me Heaven right then When your eyes kissed mine. Plaisir d'amour Ne dure qu'un moment. Chagrin d'amour Dure toute la vie. My love loves me And all the wonders I see But the rainbow Shines in my window, My love loves me. Plaisir d'amour Ne dure qu'un moment. Chagrin d'amour Dure toute la vie. |
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Go away from my world,
Let me dream alone. And you see it never worked from the start, All I got for all of my love was a broken heart. Go away from my world, And let me dream alone. I'll dry my eyes and comb my hair, And I'll pretend you're never there. Now you're gone the breezes blow so sadly You never could understand the love I wanted so badly. Go away from my world, And let me walk all alone. All alone in my room, All alone and so sad. I can dream of how I wanted us to be Dreams I have the kind I knew could ever be. Go away from my world. |
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Yesterday
All my troubles seemed so far away, Now it looks as though theyre here to stay, Oh, I believe in yesterday. Suddenly Im not half the one I used to be, Theres a shadow hanging over me, Oh, yesterday came suddenly. Why he had to go, I dont know, he wouldnt say. I said something wrong Now I long for yesterday. Yesterday Love was such an easy game to play, Now I need a place to hide away, Oh, I believe in yesterday. Why he had to go, I dont know, he wouldnt say. I said something wrong, Now I long for yesterday. Yesterday Love was such an easy game to play, Now I need a place to hide away, Oh, I believe in yesterday. Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm. Yesterday. |
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A North country maid up to London has strayed
Although with her nature it did not agree. So she wept and she sighed and bitterly she cried, |
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If I listened long enough to you
Id find a way to believe that its all true Knowing that you lied straight-faced while I cried. Still I look to find a reason to believe. Someone like you makes it hard to live Without somebody else. Someone like you makes it easy to give, Never thinking of myself. If I gave you time to change my mind Id find a way to leave the past behind Knowing that you lied straight-faced while I cried. Still I look to find a reason to believe. Someone like you makes it hard to live Without somebody else. Someone like you makes it easy to give, Never thinking of myself. If I gave you time to change my mind Id find a way to leave the past behind Knowing that you lied straight-faced while I cried. Still I look to find reason to believe. |
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The wild mountain thyme that grows around my door
Has grown there for two score years or more And I've grown weary waiting for love to say "Come my way, come my way." The brook that sings and twinkles in the sun Has danced this mercy dance since time begun But o how weary and how long the day will he say "Come my way." Lovers all around, I wish you joy Happiness to every girl and boy. But sometimes spare a thought of me and say "Love come her way," come my way. |
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Strum me hard, strum me fast,
Fears sure built into every wall. Looking hard through the glass, Fears sure built in with every waltz. Looking out at the rain Looking in through the storm. Treading the waves, Come in from harm. How could you regret your other words ... Hoping for thrills ???? free as a bird ... Strum me hard, strum me fast, Fears sure built into every wall. Looking hard through the glass, Fears sure built in with every waltz. There's a knock at the door, I get up ???? let you in. Travelled and stained, Soaked to the skin. Welcome my darling, you got here at last ... Come and sit by the fire ???? forget what's past. So sad, so sad, So sad, so sad. Strum me hard, strum me fast, Fears sure built into every wall. Looking hard through the glass, Fears sure built in with every waltz. Looking out at the rain Looking in through the storm. Looking back, looking forward, Flying up, flying down ???? What have you found ? So sad, so sad What have you found ? So sad, so sad What have you found ? So sad, so sad What have you found ? So sad, so sad. |
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Green are your eyes
In the morning when you rise. Don't you be afraid, my love, To lie by me, Your father will not know. Love can be broken Though no words are spoken. Don't you be afraid to lie By me my love, Your father will not know. Love, don't cry I'll not try. Don't you be afraid to lie By me, my love, Your father will not know. Yes love, don't you cry, I'll not try. Don't you be afraid to lie By me, my love. Your father will be told someday About our wedding day. |
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Past the cafe shutters down,
No one stirs in the town. The morning after the rain The barges move on the Seine. Down the avenue lined with trees Paris bells ring on the breeze Paris bells ring on the breeze. Dawn is breaking, birds start to sing, Sun is rising, warms everything. The echo of footsteps on a cobbled street, Dim alleyways where the shadows meet. Down the avenue lined with trees Paris bells ring on the breeze Paris bells ring on the breeze. The places where we used to visit, The chapel where we went to wed. Paris bells on the breeze Often stir memories. We both knew the morning rain We both wandered down the Seine. Now you're gone away from me You're just a memory Like the bells ring on the breeze, Paris bells ring on the breeze. |
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There's a little bird
Somebody sent down to Earth To live along the wind Blowing on the wind And she sleeps on the wind This little bird, somebody sent Light and fragile And feathered sky blue Thin and graceful The sun shining through She flies so high up in the sky Way out of reach of human eyes Light and fragile And feathered sky blue Thin and graceful The sun shining through She flies so high up in the sky Way out of reach of human eyes Light and fragile And feathered sky blue Thin and graceful The sun shining through And the only time that she touches ground Is when that little bird, little bird Is when that little bird, little bird Is when that little bird, little bird Is when that little bird dies - |
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Yes, sign of judgement, yes
Sign of judgement, yes Sign of judgement time ain't long. Yes, sign of judgement, yes Sign of judgement, yes Sign of judgement time ain't long. I don't like old satan None of his tempting charms. Cheat you at your Jesus now And roll you in his arms. I said yes, sign of judgement, yes Sign of judgement, yes Sign of judgement time ain't long. I don't like old satan, Nothing he say or do. Tell one lie to hurt us all, Then two to make it true. Yes, the sign of judgement, yes Sign of judgement, yes Sign of judgement time ain't long. I said yes, the sign of judgement, yes Sign of judgement, yes Sign of judgement time ain't long. Yes, the sign of judgement, yes Sign of judgement, yes Sign of judgement time ain't long. |
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I walk along the street of sorrow
The boulevard of broken dreams Where gigolo and gigolette Can take a kiss without regret So they forget their broken dreams. You laugh tonight and cry tomorrow When you behold your shattered schemes. And gigolo and gigolette Wake up to find their eyes are wet With tears that tell of broken dreams. Here is where you'll always find me, Always walking up and down, But I left my soul behind me In an old cathedral town. The joy that you find here, you borrow, You cannot keep it long it seems. But gigolo and gigolette Still sing a song and dance along The boulevard of broken dreams. Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, Da, da, da, da, da, da, da. Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, Da, da, da, da, da, da, da. The joy that you find here, you borrow, You cannot keep it long it seems. But gigolo and gigolette Still sing a song and dance along The boulevard of broken dreams. |
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Could have come through anytime,
Cold lonely, puritan What are you fighting for ? It's not my security. It's just an old war, Not even a cold war, Don't say it in Russian, Don't say it in German. Say it in broken English, Say it in broken English. Lose your father, your husband, Your mother, your children. What are you dying for ? It's not my reality. It's just an old war, Not even a cold war, Don't say it in Russian, Don't say it in German. Say it in broken English, Say it in broken English. US CD MFSL Ultradisc UDCD 640 r. 08 08 1995 What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? Could have come through anytime, Cold lonely, puritan. What are you fighting for ? It's not my security. It's just an old war, Not even a cold war, Don't say it in Russian, Don't say it in German. Say it in broken English, Say it in broken English. Say it in broken English, Say it in broken English. What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting ... |
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On the firefly platform of sunny Goodge Street
A violent hash-smoker shook a chocolate machine Involved in an eating scene Smashing into neon streets in their stillness Smearing their eyes on the crazy Kali goddess Listening to sounds of Mingus mellow fantastic. |
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When cockleshells turn silver bells
Then will my love return to me Then will my love return to me Then will my love return to me Love return to me Love return to me Love return Love return Love return to me. In pastures green I shall be seen With my true love right by my side With my true love right by my side With my true love right by my side Love right by my side Love right by my side Love right by Love right by Love right by my side. When I return then you shall learn That I shall be my true love's bride That I shall be my true love's bride That I shall be my true love's bride Be my true love's bride Be my true love's bride Be my true love's Be my true love's Be my true love's bride. When love gets old it grows cold And then true love will fade away And then true love will fade away And then true love will fade away True love fades away True love fades away True love fades True love fades True love fades away. |
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Trouble in mind, I'm blue
But I won't be blue always The sun will shine In my back door some day Trouble in mind, that's true I have almost lost my mind Life ain't worth living Sometimes I feel like dying I'm gonna lay my head On some lonesome railroad line Let the 2:19 train Ease my trouble in mind Trouble, oh trouble Trouble's on your worried mind When you see me laughing, baby I'm laughing just to keep from crying I'm going down to the river I'm gonna take my old rocking chair And if those blues overtake me I'm gonna rock on away from there Trouble in mind, I'm blue My poor heart is beating slow Never had no trouble In my life before Never had no trouble In my life before |
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Just a little rain falling all around,
The grass lifts its head to the heavenly sound. Just a little rain, just a little rain, What have they done to the rain ? Just a little boy, standing in the rain, A gentle rain that falls for years. And the grass is gone, the boy disappears, And rain keeps falling like helpless tears And what have they done to the rain ? Just a little breeze out of the sky, The leaves nod their head as the breeze blows by. Just a little breeze with some smoke in its eye, What have they done to the rain ? Just a little boy, standing in the rain, A gentle rain that falls for years. And the grass is gone, the boy disappears, And rain keeps falling like helpless tears And what have they done to the rain ? And what have they done to the rain ? |
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The Summer dying
September lives in flames. The sisters dancing No happy ending to the game. Don't bother to call me Think I'll stay here just the same. Flaming September What can you give me that is true ? Do you remember Do you remember Do you remember All the life I gave to you ? The Summer dying September lives in flames. My youth lies bruised and broken No happy ending to the game. Don't bother to tell me I'll live on here just the same. Flaming September What can you show me that is new ? My heart remembers Do you remember Do you remember All the life I gave to you ? Flaming September What can you show me that is true ? My heart remembers Do you remember Do you remember All the life I gave To you ? Flaming September. Flaming September. |
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Sunday is Gloomy,
My hours are slumberless, Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers will never awaken you Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you Angels have no thought of ever returning you Would they be angry if I thought of joining you Gloomy Sunday Gloomy Sunday With shadows I spend it all My heart and I have decided to end it all Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are sad, I know, let them not weep, Let them know that I'm glad to go Death is no dream, For in death I'm caressing you With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you Gloomy Sunday Dreaming I was only dreaming I wake and I find you Asleep in the deep of My heart Dear Darling I hope that my dream never haunted you My heart is telling you how much I wanted you Gloomy Sunday |
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Oh the summertime is coming
And the trees are sweetly blooming And the wild mountain thyme Blooms around the purple heather. Will you go, lassie, go. And we'll all go together To pick wild mountain thyme All around the bloomin' heather. Will you go, lassie, go. I will give my love a bowl By young clear crystal fountain And in it I will place All the flowers of the mountain. Will you go, lassie, go. And we'll all go together To pick wild mountain thyme All around the bloomin' heather. Will you go, lassie, go. If my true love she won't go I will surely find another To pull wild mountain thyme All around the purple heather. Will you go, lassie, go. And we'll all go together To pluck wild mountain thyme All around the bloomin' heather. Will you go, lassie, go. |
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I feel guilt, I feel guilt,
Though I know I've done no wrong I feel guilt. I feel guilt, I feel guilt, Though I know I've done no wrong I feel guilt. I feel bad, so bad, Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel bad. I feel bad, so bad, Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel bad. I never lied to my lover, But if I did I would admit it. If I could get away with murder I'd take my gun and I'd commit it. I never gave to the rich, I never stole from the poor, I'm like a curious child, give me more, More, more, more, more, more, more. I feel blood, I feel blood, Though I feel it in my veins, it's not enough. I feel blood, I feel blood, Though it's streaming through my veins it's not enough. I never stole a scarf from Harrods, But if I did you wouldn't miss it. I never stole a doll from Lovecraft, But if I did you know I'd kiss it. I never stole from the rich, I never gave to the poor, I'm like a curious child, just give me more, More, more, more, more, more, more, more, more. I feel guilt, I feel guilt, Though I know I've done no wrong I feel guilt. I feel guilt, I feel guilt, Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel guilt. Guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt Guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt ... |
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Hush now little one,
The day has lost its glow The night falls softly round The sandman's sleepy saws. Sleep. The stars will shine tonight High up in the sky. The breeze will sing a song As he goes hurrying by. Sleep. For you the sun will rise, For you the dawn will break. Hush now, all is still, Hush now till you wake. Sleep. Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. Sleep. So sleep. |
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As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all. A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. They hurt you at home and they hit you at school, They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules. A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years Then they expect you to pick a career, But you really can't function you're so full of fear. A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV And you think you're so clever and classless and free, But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see. A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. There's room at the top they are telling us still, But first we must learn how to smile as we kill If we want to live like the folks on the hill. A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. |
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<P>Here I lie in my hospital bed,
Tell me, Sister Morphine, when are you coming round again. Oh, and I don't think I can wait that long Oh, you see that my pain is so strong. </P><P>All the other patients say they've never seen a man with such pain, Tell me, Sister Morphine, when are you coming round again ? Oh, I don't think I can wait that long, Oh, you see that I'm not that strong. </P><P>The scream of the ambulance is sounding in my ear. Tell me, Sister Morphine, how long have I been lying here ? What am I doing in this place ? Why does the doctor have no face ? Oh, I can't crawl across the floor. Can't you see, Sister Morphine, just trying to score. </P><P>Well, it just goes to show things are not what they seem. Please, Sister Morphine, turn my nightmare into dreams. Oh, can't you see I'm fading fast And that this shot will be the last. </P><P>Please, Cousin Cocaine, lay your cool hands on my head. Hey, Sister Morphine, you'd better make up the lyin' bed 'Cause you know and I know in the morning I'll be dead, And you can sit around and watch all the clean white sheets stain red. </P> |
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