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from Al Stewart - Time Passages (1978)
It was late in December, the sky turned to snow
All round the day was going down slow Night like a river beginning to flow I felt the beat of my mind go Drifting into time passages Years go falling in the fading light Time passages Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight Well I'm not the kind to live in the past The years run too short and the days too fast The things you lean on are the things that don't last Well it's just now and then my line gets cast into these Time passages There's something back here that you left behind Oh time passages Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight Hear the echoes and feel yourself starting to turn Don't know why you should feel That there's something to learn It's just a game that you play Well the picture is changing Now you're part of a crowd They're laughing at something And the music's loud A girl comes towards you You once used to know You reach out your hand But you're all alone, in these Time passages I know you're in there, you're just out of sight Time passages Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight |
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from Al Stewart - Time Passages (1978)
Oh come away from the day, here I stay
Living on the bottom of the sea Down metal snake corridors steely grey Engines hum for nobody but me No sound comes from the sea above me No messages crackles through the radio leads They'll never know, never no never How strange life in dark water can be Oh mariners spare a thought when you pass Those who live the submarine life Far in the deep sonar eyes never sleep Hiding like a shadow in the night Jet planes nose through the clouds above me They look for radar traces of me to see They'll never know, never no never How strange life in dark water can be Wonder what the stars look like Coming out tonight Tell my girl she must be strong She sits and waits all night long Just looking for a better day She'll have to find another way to go No memory, tell me what's wrong with me Why am I alone here with no rest And now the name of the ship's not the same How long has it been "Marie Celeste?" Now there's nobody from the crew left Five hundred years supply of food just for me They'll never know, never no never How strange life in dark water can be |
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from Al Stewart - Time Passages (1978)
What if you reached the age of reason
Only to find there was no reprieve Would you still be a man for all seasons? Or would you just have to leave We measure our days out In steps of uncertainty Not turning to see how we've come And peer down the highway From here to eternity And reach out for love on the run While the man for all seasons Is lost behind the sun Henry Plantagenent still looks for someone To bring good news in his hour of doubt While Thomas More waits in the Tower of London Watching the sands running out And measures the hours out From here to oblivion In actions that can't be undone A sailor through the darkness He scans the meridian And caught by the first rays of dawn The man for all seasons Is lost beneath the storm And I should know by now I should know by now I hear them call it out all around Oh, they go There's nothing to believe in Hear them Just daydreams, deceiving They'll just let you down So what if you reached the age of reason Only to find there was no reprieve Would you still be a man for all seasons? Or would you just disbelieve? We measure our gains out in luck and coincidence Lanterns to turn back in the night And put our defeats down to chance or experience And try once again for the light Some wait for the waters of fortune to cover them Some just see the tides of ill chance rushing over them Some call on Jehovah Some cry out to Allah Some wait for the boats that still row to Valhallah Well, you try to accept what the fades are unfolding While some say they're sure where the shame should be falling You look round for maybe a chance of forestalling But too soon it's over and done And the man for all seasons Is lost behind the sun |
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from Al Stewart - Time Passages (1978)
Lucy worked a different club every day,
And though she put her mind to it, Her heart was never in it, She stayed around just long enough to get paid, She won't pass the time with you, she can't stay a minute, And all these changing faces never bothered her at all, They just existed like a back-drop or a pattern on the wall, Lucy looks like someone who is waiting for a call, She knows he'll come, but no-one else can hear at all, Lucy finds the dressing room and the bar, Hangs her clothes up, hopes tonight, The contract won't be broken, Well, they kick you round so much when you're not a star, Make you play all night just for a pittance or a token, But all these imperfections never bothered her at all, She says it sharpens your perception when your back's against the wall, There's something that enables her to rise above it all, To shrug it off, just when it seems to go too far, Hey, hey, hey, I think you almost, feel the pain comin' on inside, Hey, hey, hey, I think you almost, feel it now and you don't know why, You don't know why. The last time that I saw her she had given up the chase, Moved away to California, got a suntan on her face, She said that life was just another time another space, It's over now, she learned a lot, it's not a waste, Hey, hey, hey, I think you almost, feel the pain comin' on inside Hey, hey, hey, I think you almost, feel it now and you don't know why, Hey, hey, hey, I think you almost, feel yourself reaching out inside, Hey, hey, hey, I think you almost, feel it now and you don't know why. |
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from Al Stewart - Time Passages (1978)
The wands of smoke are rising
From the walls of the Bastille And through the streets of Paris Runs a sense of the unreal. The Kings have all departed There servants are nowhere We burned out their mansions In the name of Robespierre. And still we wait to see the day begin Our time is wasting in the wind Wondering why, wondering why, it echoes Through the lonely palace of Versailles. Inside the midnight councils The lamps are burning low Oh you sit and talk all through the night But there's just no place to go. And Bonaparte is coming With his army from the south Marat your days are numbered And we live hand to mouth. While we wait to see the day begin Our time is wasting in the wind Wondering why, wondering why, it echoes Through the lonely palace of Versailles. The ghost of revolution Still prowls the Paris streets Down all the restless centuries It wonders incomplete. It speaks inside the cheap red wine Of cafe summer nights Its red and amber voices Call the cars at traffic lights. Why do you wait to see the day begin Your time is wasting in the wind Wondering why, wondering why, it echoes Through the lonely palace of Versailles. Wondering why, it echoes Through the lonely palace of Versailles. |
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from Al Stewart - Time Passages (1978)
Sleeping under the sky
The barges are gone to a lost decade On overgrown banks here Lovers footsteps went by Long before ever the roads were made And in our turn we passed here And carved our names on trees As the days washed by like Waves of an endless sea Under timeless arcadian skies Under timeless arcadian skies Time runs through your fingers You never hold it at all till it's gone Some fragments just linger with you Like snow in the spring hanging on I left the village behind in the night To fade like a sail on the darkening seas The shifts and changes in the patterns of life Will weather it more than the centuries And in another village in a far off foreign land The new day breaks out opening up its hand And the sun has the moon in his eyes As he wanders the timeless skies |
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from Al Stewart - Time Passages (1978)
I was making my way through the wasteland
The road into town passes through I was changing the radio stations With my mind on you Oh your friends call you "Lily Paloma" But that's not the way that you are It's too much of a gentle misnomer For a shooting star But you and me baby I saw you there Straight away I knew There's really no hiding I'll tell you right now What we're gonna do We'll go collecting the days Putting the moments away You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio I remember the first time I saw you Alone in the dark with a drink With a candle flame burning before you And your thoughts closed in You were staring out into the distance Not seeming to hear what I said Why did you put up such resistance Like all the lights are red 'Cause you and me baby I saw you there Straight away I knew There's really no hiding I'll tell you right now What we're gonna do We'll go collecting the days Putting the moments away You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio I don't know what it was that was painful But sometimes it's there in your face There are times when you just look disdainful Of the human race Ah, but then on the wings of emotion We circle each other in flight Till together we roll like the ocean In its bed at night 'Cause you and me baby I saw you there Straight away I knew There's really no hiding I'll tell you right now What we're gonna do We'll go collecting the days Putting the moments away You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio |
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from Al Stewart - Time Passages (1978)
And in the evening when the day goes down
She leaves the bright house lights Stands and watches with her coat pulled around As torches light the western skies Sometimes she thinks she knows him just too well Other times not much at all They live their lives in some familiar spell And catch each other when they fall Nothing lasts, well she knows, try to hang on When it's gone, you'll be burned Fashions and friends come and go Everyone travels that road in their turn She wants to go out where the day meets the night Far beyond these Midwest farms But she'll be with him till the day she finds A stranger lying in her arms |
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from Running With Scissors (가위 들고 뛰기) by James Levine [ost] (2006)
Year Of The Cat - Al Stewart
On a morning from a Bogart movie In a country where they turn back time You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre Contemplating a crime She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running Like a watercolour in the rain Don't bother asking for explanations She'll just tell you that she came In the year of the cat. She doesn't give you time for questions As she locks up your arm in hers And you follow 'till your sense of which direction Completely disappears By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls There's a hidden door she leads you to These days, she says, I feel my life Just like a river running through The year of the cat She looks at you so cooly And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea She comes in incense and patchouli So you take her, to find what's waiting inside The year of the cat. Well morning comes and you're still with her And the bus and the tourists are gone And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket So you have to stay on But the drum-beat strains of the night remain In the rhythm of the new-born day You know sometime you're bound to leave her BUt for now you're going to stay In the year of the cat. |
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from Al Stewart - Bedsitter Images (1967)
On a Christmas cake day one
Friday in August In a bookshop in Charing Cross Road I first set eyes on a girl and at once I did know She had eyes like a poet and hair like a rainbow Reflecting the lights that did glow And the sadness she kept in her eyes Struck my senses a blow And so as by chance at the touch of a glance We could find ourselves out in the road With no crush of time to defeat us and no place to go And I couldn't say how but the coffee bar crowd Had appeared through the silence that broke And she said "Oh my father's a judge in St Albans you know." "Oh well, then perhaps I could help you You know that St. Albans is miles away And I've got a room in Swiss Cottage in which you could stay "She laughed "Oh I couldn't do that, For I've got to be up in the morning you see. "So I rang up to find out the first morning train she could take And so in the gloom of a candlelit room With spaghetti, two forks and a plate She said "Oh I really would like to be free and escape." "Oh well if it's like thatYou don't have to go back And you're perfectly welcome to stay" "But I've not finished school yet." she said as she got into bed And so as she slept and the pure morning crept Through the windows to take her away I thought you can't make people be what you want them to be I could see my self nailed to a dormitory tale Of a holiday night's escapade And just yesterday she had seemed like a woman to me And so like a child with the sleep in her eyes Where the sadness of age had once been She left on the train with a "See you again" and a smile And I couldn't say what I had won or I lost Or even just what I had seen But when I'm alone I just think of her once in awhile. |
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from Al Stewart - Bedsitter Images (1967)
Mr Carmichael says that he loves his wife, I believe he does
Gives her everything that a man can give But Mr Carmichael beggars himself on the altar of his love And you can tell him that that's not the way to live And oh how the wind has blown The leaves from the linden tree And oh when the night grows free Why does Mrs Carmichael come to me? Mrs Carmichael rises at ten, takes her time, is at her ease Drinking coffee in slippers and negligee Opens the door and the milkman brings her dreams, there's no-one sees Except the statue of Venus and she won't say And oh how the wind has blown The leaves from the linden tree And oh when the night grows free Why does Mrs Carmichael come to me? Oh Mr Carmichael, captain and star of his office billiards team Smiles to greet the applause as his ball goes in Hurrying back, bringing his victory home but there's no-one here And supper waits on the table inside a tin And oh how the linden leaves Lie tossed as the night wind blows And struck in his silent pose Mr Carmichael weeps and there's no-one knows |
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from Al Stewart - Bedsitter Images (1967)
The rain came down like beads
Bouncing on the noses of the People from the train A flock of salty ears Sparkled in the traffic lights Feet squelched soggy leaves across the grain I took my love to Clifton in the rain And all along the way Wanderers in overcoats with Collars on parade And steaming in the night The listeners in the Troubadour Guitar player weaves a willow strain I took my love to Clifton in the rain Jacqueline Bisset I saw your movie Wondered if you really felt that way Do you ever fear The images of Hollywood? Have you felt a shadow of its pain? I thought of you in Clifton in the rain |
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from Al Stewart - Bedsitter Images (1967)
The subway station's closed again
Sleeps beneath its veil of rain My footprints broken trail behind Steals the nightlights from my mind The dark deserted streets then clear Today has lived and died in here So I leave the chapel gloom To find the shelter of my tiny room But it's alright while the lights of the city shine so bright It's all right till the last winding train fades from sight Then alone in my room I must stay to lose or win While these wild bedsitter images come back to hem me in The paneled patterns on the door Chase shivering shadows to the floor Upon the pillow worn and thin The memories of hopes begin The carpet with its flowers in shreds Expires a foot before my bed The crack that won't return again Advancing through my broken window pane But it's alright while the lights of the city shine so bright It's all right till the last winding train fades from sight Then alone in my room I must stay to lose or win While these wild bedsitter images come back to hem me in The friends I've left back home all write With laughing words that warm my sight Saying "Tell us, how's the city life?" And I reply and say just fine And so you see I can't go back Until I either win or crack I'm standing in a one way street The stage is set The story incomplete But it's alright while the lights of the city shine so bright It's alright till the last winding train fades from sight Then alone in my room I must stay to lose or win While these wild bedsitter images come back to hem me in |
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I could have gone to Cambridge with Lionel
I think I tried to raise a pound Just to see the University And find the scenes she hung around Is your mind a menagerie Perhaps, I mean it's hard to say A pterodactyl built its nest on me I'm feeling strange but quite OK On this beleeka doodle day Archimedes and his orchestra Loudly disapprove of life Got mad when I called them unmusical Tried to land me with a wife Out in San Francisco's wonderland The purple poet kneels to pray But I just hang around your city and I don't have anything to say On this beleeka doodle day I had a week once in Italy With Mike and Robin and some songs I had a girl once in Sweden but I haven't seen her for too long I drift down to the Cousins and The usual people were all there I saw a girl in the soft red light I smiled but she looked away On my beleeka doodle day I wrote a song just before the dawn And then I lost it now its gone I spent all day playing Monopoly It seemed to feel like getting on Sometimes I wonder how it feels to be Paul McCartney or the Queen I wonder how they'd feel if they were me I think its gonna start to rain On this beleeka doodle day Oh Jack the Ripper and Hippocrates They're out to get me in the end I think they'll find me by the ruined trees Without a candle or a friend Then they'll bring me to the wizard's cave Softly mould me into clay And lock me in with no telephone And laugh and throw the keys away On my beleeka doodle day So to Avril and I would like to give My thanks for lending me your room I stayed one night, ah but I had to go I think I'll maybe come back soon Of all the girls that I have ever known There wasn't one who didn't play They came and went just like the newspapers And left me here to find my way Through my beleeka doodle day |
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from Al Stewart - Bedsitter Images (1967)
On a Christmas cake day one
Friday in August In a bookshop in Charing Cross Road I first set eyes on a girl and at once I did know She had eyes like a poet and hair like a rainbow Reflecting the lights that did glow And the sadness she kept in her eyes Struck my senses a blow And so as by chance at the touch of a glance We could find ourselves out in the road With no crush of time to defeat us and no place to go And I couldn't say how but the coffee bar crowd Had appeared through the silence that broke And she said "Oh my father's a judge in St Albans you know." "Oh well, then perhaps I could help you You know that St. Albans is miles away And I've got a room in Swiss Cottage in which you could stay "She laughed "Oh I couldn't do that, For I've got to be up in the morning you see. "So I rang up to find out the first morning train she could take And so in the gloom of a candlelit room With spaghetti, two forks and a plate She said "Oh I really would like to be free and escape." "Oh well if it's like thatYou don't have to go back And you're perfectly welcome to stay" "But I've not finished school yet." she said as she got into bed And so as she slept and the pure morning crept Through the windows to take her away I thought you can't make people be what you want them to be I could see my self nailed to a dormitory tale Of a holiday night's escapade And just yesterday she had seemed like a woman to me And so like a child with the sleep in her eyes Where the sadness of age had once been She left on the train with a "See you again" and a smile And I couldn't say what I had won or I lost Or even just what I had seen But when I'm alone I just think of her once in awhile. |
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from Al Stewart - Love Chronicles (1969)
'Oh I come from Pittsburgh to study astrology,'
She said as she stood on my instep, 'I could show you New York with a walk between Fourth Street and Nine.' Then out of her coat taking seven harmonicas She sat down to play on a doorstep saying 'Come back to my place I will show you the stars and the signs' So I followed her into the black lands Where the window frames peel and flake And the old Jewish face behind the lace Even now trying to get to see what's cooking Just John the Baptist in the park getting laid thinking there's no-one looking And its eighty degrees and I'm down on my knees in Brooklyn Her house was a dusty collection of rusty Confusion with landings and tunnels And leaning bookcases and spaces and faces and things Where twenty-five Puerto Ricans, Manhattan Mohicans And Jewish-Italian Pawnbrokers Lead their theatrical lives in their rooms in the wings While outside in the black lands The violent day runs wild And the black and white minstrels run through the crazy Alleys while the cops go booking And ruthless toothless agents sneak around and there's no-one looking And it's eighty degrees and I'm down on my knees in Brooklyn And oh, I'm back in the city again You can tell by the smell of the hamburger stand in the rain She spoke of astrology while muttering apologies For coffee that tasted of hot dogs I said 'That's OK, mine was cold anyway, and just grand' Then she lay on the bed while the radio fed Us with records and adverts for cat food And I looked at her, holding my thoughts in the palm of my hand And outside in the black lands The evening came and went And the bums in the street begging money for one last drink Are hanging round the liquor stores trying to get a foot in And the girl from Pittsburgh and I made love on a mattress with the new moon looking And in the cool evening breeze I was down on my knees in Brooklyn |
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from Al Stewart - Love Chronicles (1969)
Oh your pictures they don't really do you justice little girl
For you're careful not to let the camera touch your private world And there's just a hint of sadness in your smile through the dark As you slip your dress off slowly for the sailor or the clerk And it could have been so different, and at times you feel bad For you really did have something that the others never had And the circle turns and turns and turns so mad, little girl Ah you must have been just fifteen when you made your mind up first That you'd make it in the movies and you couldn't lose the thirst And it took you to the attic where the Agent King holds Court And his courtesans are fully paid up losers of a sort He looks at you and tells you that you just might get the part But you don't get things for nothing and he doesn't want your heart And the circle turns and turns and turns so mad, little girl Mmm, you made it to the silver screen and yet you're not a star And advertising corsets didn't get you too far But money has its favourites and yours went back to them So you modeled in a studio in Greek Street for the rent There you met Antonio, your lover from afar Who put you on the streets to make the money for his car And the circle turns and turns and turns so fast, little girl Ah, your pictures they don't really do you justice any more For they're crumpled now and faded and were taken long ago And that faintly coy expression has now left without a trace Ah there's little of it buried in the ruins of your face It could have been so different, and at times you feel bad For you really did have something that the others never had And the circle turns and turns and turns so mad, little girl For the circle turns and turns and turns so sad, little girl. Oh the circle turns and turns and it's too bad, little girl. |
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from Al Stewart - Love Chronicles (1969)
David Foster lives in Gloucester with his family
Works 'til pay-time, through the day-time, then comes home for tea Steak and kidney, then with Sydney to his club and feels free They close the bar, he finds his car and then goes home to sleep And his wife has been with Rosie, in the parlour where it's cosy Watching telly, doing dishes, patching pants and making wishes And he'll say "Bill should have wired" And "Not tonight dear, I'm too tired" And life drifts slowly by in the provinces Peter Foster goes to Gloucester for his first school day Bites his teacher, sees a preacher and is taught to pray Sees some birds and learns some words it's very, very rude to say Yes, he's rather like his father was in his young day And his father has discussions, holding forth about the Russians "Will the Red Chinese attack us?" "Do we need the Yanks to back us? "And in bed she feels his shoulder, but he grunts and just turns over And life drifts slowly by in the provinces Wedding rings come with strings but love depends on the little things "Oh could that still be really you?" "Is there anything time can't do? David Foster's been promoted, he's a decent sort Peter's gone to Dad's old Public School, it's good for sport They've even got a private parking place down in Huntingdon Court Maybe soon he'll be a magistrate, the neighbours thought Yes, and then he'll teach the beatniks And the hang-around-the-streetnicks And the good-for-nothing loafers Who knock girls up on their sofas And his wife is quite nice, really Though she seems a little dreamy Recently... I was born and brought up on the east side of town And my earliest days they passed quickly I would play after school with the kids all around In the sun and the dust of the back streets Oh, all through my girlhood the war had its day And my daddy he would always be leaving So my brother and I we would sit by her side Telling our tales through the evening Oh, I grew with the days and the boys came to call In the back shed I learned about kissing But I don't think my mother has noticed at all For we've heard that my daddy is missing Then my school days they were over and I went off to work And my mother grew quieter and greyer So one day I left her and went off to live With Billy, a saxophone player In our broken down attic we laughed and made love And all that we had we were sharing Oh, we slept through the day and played into the night God, we did as we pleased without caring Oh but a year's passed away and he's left me one day To play in a far away country And the sun told my eyes "You've got no place to hide" As I waited to be having his baby Oh I lived in the park and the men passed and stared Each wondering which one had lost her And one came to ask could he buy me a meal And he said he was called David Foster We were married that month and I swore to myself Somehow I'd pay back what I owed him Cooking his supper and cleaning his boots Yes, and kidding myself I could love him Oh, but now my baby is grown and he's gone out to school And he looks very much like his daddy And David has buried himself in his work And the time on my hands, it hangs heavy Oh, the neighbours they smile as we pass in the streets And they make their remarks on the weather But the butcher and baker deliver things now And I've stopped going out altogether Oh, I live by my mirror and stare in my eyes Trying to make out who I see there But I'm looking at a woman that I can't recognize And I don't think she knows me either There are lines on her face and her hair is a mess And the light in her eyes it grows colder In the morning there's nothing will change, ah but yes I will be just a little bit older |
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from Al Stewart - Love Chronicles (1969)
Mr. Willoughby, whose only luxury is the sugar in his tea
Teaches history at High Worthington School His clothing has remained unnoticeably plain His common room technique suitably restrained, though maybe too cool Work done in the summery sun, see the cricket ball fly Intently, like a strange demented bird towards the sun Considering its flight, he pauses for a while Ah, but Mr. Willoughby, we've never seen you smile Tell me how come? Ah well, sometimes it must get lonely Ah, but it's life and life only "Maurice," said Renee, "Why didn't you say that you'd be so late The supper that I made is ruined again. Is there anything you'd like?". "No, nothing", he replied Standing by the stairs, not looking in her eyes, so stupidly male All dark and lying in bed, "You've been with her again" She blurts out, then turning on her side begins to cry At first he doesn't stir but then mumbling his words He reaches for her hand, she shivers, but doesn't take it away Ah, for sometimes it does get lonely Ah, but it's life and life only Oh Smithy Smithers-Bell; clerk from Clerkenwell On the beach at Bournemouth thinks he very well May be next year in France Inspired for a while, he decides to risk a smile at Mr. Willoughby Who passes, polishing his glasses, studiously averting his glance Renee, several deckchairs away, wonders if they would be better While Maurice is with the kids out in the sea And I was feeling small, sitting on the wall Looking at them all and wondering who will I be? Ah, but sometimes it does get lonely Ah, but it's life and life only Ah, but it's life and life only Ah, but it's life and life only Ah, but it's life and life .. |
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from Al Stewart - Love Chronicles (1969)
She said "Don't you think we're going downhill?
And I would hate it to be run-of-the mill" Oh love me or leave me but please don't deceive me For if you do, I'll know, believe me I want you to know I don't want you to go anyway And yes I was doing alright up until now I'm beginning to think you should have listened to Al She picked up her things and said "let's be friends For all the good and the bad things have their ends" Then she went lazily leaving me crazily Wandering lost, the night was hazy And everyone else looking sure of themselves but not me And yes I was doing alright up until now I'm beginning to think you should have listened to Al Oh she left me the keys and a dozen LPs A phone bill warning left for the morning And I left the dark on a seat in the park feeling very strange And yes I was doing alright up until now I'm beginning to think you should have listened to Al You should have listened to Al Oh, you should have listened to Al |
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from Al Stewart - Love Chronicles (1969)
I can remember the first girl that I did love
It was Stephanie In kindergarten arithmetic classes she used to Sit next to me I'd pass her sticky sweets under the table Where the teacher couldn't see Although she wouldn't remember me now Sometimes I wonder where she can be I can remember the first girl I kissed It was Christine when I was ten I'd been told we were moving away I thought I'd never see her again Oh don't forget me I'll be back when they let me Before you learn how to lie when you're leaving Love is so much easier then And at school would you believe three hundred boys And no girls at all But you're a fool if you should leave Just think of the joys of rugby football And prep in the morning and Brylcreem and acne And cross-country running to kill evil thoughts I'm surprised that I survived I ran ten thousand miles with my back to the wall I can remember the first girl that I made love to It was in a park In the lower pleasure gardens in Bournemouth In summer just after dark My mind was reeling: Oh what a feeling. I missed the bus and walked twelve miles home And it really didn't seem far And all through my seventeenth summer Running together from crowds and ties Taking our clothes off and feeling each other With fingers and senses and mouths and eyes Incurring the glances of old disapproval From elderly local inhabitant's eyes Oh time, time we hardly even knew you You didn't touch us with your lies In the halcyon days of my late adolescence My goal seemed clearly in sight Playing electric guitar with a beat group We set the ballrooms alight Camping it up for the dyed blonde receptionists Who told us we were al-ri-yi-yight On an ego trip for a teenage superstar On thirty shillings a nigh-yight And so it fell that I came up to London To look for fortune and fame Starry eyed in my seaside successes And much too sure of the game First girl I met there I thought I'd get there But the first girl was nearly the last girl She left my eyes in the drain She sat on my floor in the dead of the night Rolling a joint and looking round for a light Her clothes were so black and her face was so white How could I know what was right? And I sat all huddled upon my bed Watching her in my innocence And it was no sense at all, but too much sense That took me to the bridge of impotence Oh Artaud's anthology lay spread on the floor And the thoughts that she gave me, I'd not met before And stranded half hypnotised, I watched her in awe Of everything that she stood for And I wanted more than anything to be like her with every sense But it was no sense at all, but too much sense That took me to the bridge of impotence She came over to me and kissed me in play Taking my hand between her legs as she lay And she looked in my eyes but I turned them away Finding no words fit to say And I hated myself, but could not move Shattered in my confidence But it was no sense at all, but too much sense That took me to the bridge of impotence Now the stare of the lightbulb tore holes in my brain As she got up in the silence that hung like a stain And I wanted to speak, or to call out her name But how could I begin to explain? And my prosecuting room still holds A strand of her hair in evidence But it was no sense at all, but too much sense That took me to the bridge of impotence Oh I still think about her when the night fills with rain And speaks in its voices uneasy and vain And I think were I maybe to find her again Oh I'd probably see her more plain And I should have known she was just like me It was after all only common-sense But it was no sense at all, but too much sense That took me to the bridge of impotence But it was no sense at all, but too much sense That took me to the bridge of impotence At first I didn't go out much at all I just stayed at home in my chains Picking over the threads of my confidence And searching for the remains And when I couldn't stand any more of it Going down to a club Mixing in with the sounds and the crowds I let the music cover me up And only, lonely, the harlequins and painted phonies Pick their ways, through the haze Of highs and lows and blues And all that I could do was to pick my way to you Though I didn't tell you You were just a thing to prove I was hungry when found you, but I'm alright now They sigh, they lie, the refugees and superheroes On ice, so nice to see you, what's your name? And all that I could do was to say the same to you Take you for the moment, though the moment wasn't true But I was hungry when I found you and I'm alright now Though the street lamp cut through the curfew It shed no light on our mind It would have been so easy to love you At any other time Only, lonely, you came to me the night hung coldly In your eyes, some other time I might have stayed with you But all that I could do was to turn around to you Thanks for what you gave me now it's time to say "Adieu" I was hungry when I found you but I'm alright now. Ba ba ba alright now And so it came that I stood disillusioned By everything I'd been told I just didn't believe love existed They were all just digging for gold Widows and bankers and typists and businessmen Loved each other they said But all it was though was just a manoeuvre The quickest way into bed And so I followed the others' example And jumped into the melee In the hunting grounds of Earls Court and Swiss Cottage I did my best to get laid Beer cans and parties, deb girls and arties Bouncing around in the social confusion Missing and making the grade The very first time I must confess I thought you'd be like all of the rest And we'd be strangers once again By the time we were dressed But when you'd smoked your cigarette And talked of some people that we'd met I found myself asking was it set, did you have to go yet And so you laughed and then kissed me And stayed for the whole weekend Although the bed was so narrow We had to sleep end to end And so the weeks passed through my brain In their dadaistic chain I found myself seeing you again, and again and again And all you gave you gave it free Asking for nothing back from me You gave yourself unselfishly as a part of me And where I thought that just plucking The fruits of the bed was enough It grew to be less like fucking And more like making love Of all the girls I ever knew some loved and some denied me And all the words I ever said have been no use to hide me And all the songs I ever sung each one of them untied me And all the girls I ever loved have left themselves inside me |
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from Al Stewart - Zero She Flies (1970)
I was in a bar called Paradise
When the fiddler from the band Asked me "Why do you stand there crying?" I answered him: "Musician, this may come as a surprise I was trying to split the difference And it split before my eyes And my enemies have sweet voices Their tones are soft and kind When I hear my heart rejoices I do not seem to mind" I was playing Brag in Bedlam And the doctor would not deal Asking me: "Why do you kneel down there bleeding?" I answered him "Physician, I think you would have cried I was falling back on failure The failure stepped aside And my enemies have sweet voices Their tones are soft and kind When I hear my heart rejoices I do not seem to mind" I was blind side to the gutter And Merlin happened by Asking me "why do you lie down there bleeding?" I answered him "Magician, as a matter of a fact I was jumping to conclusions And one of them jumped back And my enemies have sweet voices Their tones are soft and kind When I hear my heart rejoices I do not seem to mind" |
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from Al Stewart - Zero She Flies (1970)
In Gloucester Cathedral, on Saturday night
I came to your flower show, blown like a kite And I stood by the tombstones, and gazed at the lights On the altar And the horse-faced old ladies and tweedy-toned men Of county society they came and they went With pamphlets and leaflets of Christian events For the fall But ain't it all just like Jesus Crying in the rain? Ain't it all just Gethsemane again? Oh the half-a-crown programmes on sale at the door Were clutched in the teeth of the rich and the poor As they swayed in an undertone conscience-free Forward together And the outstretching hands of the swains of the Lord Sold the communing commuters the word With LPs of Mary and photos of God In the hall But ain't it all just like Jesus Crying in the rain? Ain't it all just Gethsemane again? Oh the flowers hushed the air as the columns advanced To the clinking of coins in a ritual dance On flagstones that ached for a chance of a chance Of escaping And the mystical statues looked down so depressed At the endless possessors becoming possessed And the costumed confessors who never confessed To the wall But ain't it all just like Jesus Crying in the rain? Ain't it all just Gethsemane again? Oh I saw a blue hair-rinse, I saw a black tooth I saw a false face in a telephone booth And the stark white-faced roses that screamed out the truth Of their dying And a walrus's dreams and a carpenter's love Absorbed like a hand in a great rubber glove And flown like a flag over battlefields Factories and all Ain't it all just like Jesus Crying in the rain? Ain't it all just Gethsemane again? Oh I dodged the collection box choirboy and out To the streets where the wind shook my hair with a shout And the dusty-faced daisies were blowing about So freely And Christ in the ruins was wandering again As he walked with the beggars and talked to the lame And danced with the children and sailors who came At his call But ain't it all just like Jesus Crying in the rain? Ain't it all just Gethsemane again? Ain't it all just like Jesus Crying in the rain? Ain't it all just Nazareth again? |
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from Al Stewart - Zero She Flies (1970)
Shots split the night, a bullet lodged in his brain
He must have died instantly, he felt no pain A crowd quickly gathered to the feast of the gun Waiting for the ambulance and cops to come Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm Sirens wail in the concrete Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm Electric Los Angeles sunset, the sunset, the sunset, oh-o-oh Headlight lit the faces by the tabernacle door Gazing at the bloodstains on the damp sidewalk As the crowd turned to go, a man was heard to say "He must have had it comin' to him anyway" Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm Blood wagon rolls through the dragnet Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm Electric Los Angeles sunset, the sunset, the sunset, oh-o-oh Cadillacs roll through the smoggy perfume The buildings are choking on oxygen fumes Evangelists praying in rented rooms, in the afternoon Which way do the signposts read African eyes in the sunrise The gates of the city are rusted over and mouldering The violence of the evening decays into the night While shadows press like moths against the neon light Movie queues diffuse into the Cinerama haze While libertines read pornozines in street cafes Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm The madman swings in the pulpit Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm Electric Los Angeles sunset, the sunset, the sunset, oh-o-oh |
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from Al Stewart - Zero She Flies (1970)
Prince Louis Battenberg is burning the Admiralty lights down low
Silently sifting through papers sealed with a crown Admiral Lord Fisher is writing to Churchill, calling for more Dreadnoughts The houses in Hackney are all falling down And my grandmother sits on the beach in the days before the war Young girl writing her diary, while time seems to pause Watching the waves as they come one by one to die on the shore Kissing the feet of England Oh the lights of Saint Petersburg come on as usual Although the air seems charged with a strangeness of late, yet there's nothing to touch And the Tsar in his great Winter Palace has called for the foreign news An archduke was shot down in Bosnia, but nothing much And my grandmother sits before the mirror in the days before the war Smiling a secret smile as she goes to the door And the young man rides off in his carriage, homeward once more And the sun sets gently on England Ah the day we decided to drive down to Worthing, it rained and rained Giving us only a minute to stand by the sea And crunching my way through the shingles, it seemed there was nothing changed Though the jetty was maybe more scarred that I'd known it to be And Mandi and I stood and stared at the overcast sky Where ten years ago we had stood, my Grandfather and I And the waves still rushed in as they had the year that he died And it seemed that my lifetime was shrunken and lost in the tide As it rose and fell on the side of England Prince Louis Battenberg is burning the Admiralty lights |
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from Al Stewart - Zero She Flies (1970)
Hey, won't you come look at the sunrise
Peeping up into the blue skies Washing away the morning chill That hangs like a cloak over Black Hill |
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from Al Stewart - Zero She Flies (1970)
Anna, turns out the light
Sits down alone The echo of his foot on the stair Turning to stone No, he didn't take very much Just your flesh from the bone It's gonna be hard for a while Trying to get by On your own |
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from Al Stewart - Zero She Flies (1970)
She's a mollusk,
a seamstress, a princess, a priestess, a negress, she knows her position She's a swallow, a willow, a cello, a pillow, a bow and also a physician She takes your eyes and mends your head She draws the wine and breaks the bread She has no lies to tell you and no truths to sell you She's a girl, she's almost a woman And Zero she flies as the morning sighs Spreads her wings like a seagull From the mountain he watches her, biding his time But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle He's a hawthorn, a raven, a scarecrow, a haven for moon-blessed thought and opinion He will laugh like the fountains, the bones of the mountains lie deep in his forest religion You will call his name when evening falls And the ground sets hard and the night wind calls You will feed him and heed him, at times you will need him Say you were almost his woman And Zero she flies as the morning sighs Spreads her wings like a seagull From the mountain he watches her, biding his time But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle In the shuddering mad red blood-let sunset a tired man is leaving his cover And the soft eyes of Zero are cut by the sounds of the vanishing feet of her lover And the door slams shut and the air grows tight And her throat is gripped by the hands of night And all that is left is the clock on the shelf As it ticks one day into another And Zero she sighs as the morning dies With the broken wings of a seagull From the mountain he watches her, sensing his time But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle At the pall of the day the man of the mountain is nearing the end of his travel And the fence is down on the westland bounds and a footfall pounds in the gravel Comes a knock three times and the air grows still As he steps inside from the sudden chill And the moment is caught in the net of the night For the coming of dawn to unravel And Zero she flies as the morning sighs Spreads her wings like a seagull From the mountain he's coming, judging his time And his eyes are the eyes of an eagle Oh Zero she flies as the morning dies Spreads her wings like a seagull From her window he watches her, a man in his time But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle |
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from Al Stewart - Orange (1972)
All right you saw me in the International Times
You've got my picture in your book You tell your friends not to call at weekend, And now you wear that far-off look All right you stole your mother's best sheets And put them on my bed And you remember all the words that I say And now you keep them in your head But you don't even know me You don't even know me You don't even know me at all All right I told you that I'm leaving London The Summer seems so long I've got no money to pay the rent I've got no place to take my songs And then you tell me I should keep on trying You hand me an envelope With all the money that you'd saved up You couldn't stand to see me go But you don't even know me You don't even know me You don't even know me at all All right I took you to the Hendrix concert On the seventh day of May And through the Summer of 1967 We were part of the seeds of change And now you say that we can really make it We've got nowhere to fall And though the signs are hung in the rainy distance You don't see them at all But you don't even know me You don't even know me You don't even know me at all But you don't even know me You don't even know me You don't even knew me at all You don't know me at all You don't know me at all All right I think that we should stay together For a while |
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from Al Stewart - Orange (1972)
Oh I just came back from Haarlem
On the very last day of Autumn Made it through the customs, took the bus into town The flat looked cold and empty The chairs unused and dusty Just a few old letters and papers lying around The Dutch people were friendly You know they put me up and they fed me All along a tour of one night stands All my days and all my ways Are so confused I tell you right new I'm going to make it back to Amsterdam And you can feel fine anytime You choose to lose yourself for a while Bottle of wine In some back street cafe Or out on the street, there's a chance For you to meet anybody you please Taking the time To ease your blues away Fred was a crazy driver He took us at a hundred miles an hour Down a side street out of a traffic jam All my days and all my ways Are so bemused I tell you right now I'm going to make it back to Amsterdam Oh I just came back from Haarlem And the very thing I was wanting Was to find some way to let you know how I felt You can't say much in an evening If you know you'll soon be leaving There's not much time to talk, and it's maybe as well But I wanted to give you something Because you knew you really helped me So I've written you a song with a small West Indian band And though it seems some days that all my ways are Bound to lose I tell you right now I'm going to make it back to Amsterdam Amsterdam Amsterdam Amsterdam Pah-pa-pa-pah |
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from Al Stewart - Orange (1972)
"Oh I know that you are an artist" she said
"For you make your songs out of clay You carry the dust on your hands and your face You never quite brushed it away You were trying to chisel a perfect truth When the instrument broke in your hand Now you sit all alone on the greenhouse roof With your shoes full of sand" And the golden rays of the sun divide In the slanting mists of the rain And Maggie is on the road again "Oh I know that you were a sailor" she said "Till you came too close to the shore And like any shipwrecked sailor now You live by an open door And when evening sails in the masts of the trees Your feet seem to slip on the ground And you long for the little ship In which you can safely drown" And the silver mounds of the waves divide At the feet of the wind and the rain And Maggie is far at sea again "0h I know that you were an outlaw" she said "And you robbed both the rich and the poor Now you seek my bed like a sanctuary But you keep one eye on the door And you press my hand in the dead of the night And say I can heal all your wounds In the morning your eyes just look hunted again You'll be leaving soon" And the silver rays of the moon divide In the slanting mists of the rain And Maggie is on the prowl again "So I know that you are an artist" she said "And you make your songs out of clay For you carry the dust on your hands and your face You never quite brushed it away And you work with your back to an open door While the light is beginning to fade And the windows are liquid the sky is alive And the night is jade" And the silver rays of the moon divide In the slanting mists of the rain And Maggie is on the road again And the silver rays of the moon divide At the feet of the wind and the rain And Maggie, I'm at your door again |
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from Al Stewart - Orange (1972)
I have heard the news from Spain
Now you say you've many things yet to be learning And you don't know if or when you'll be returning It depends on how Everything works out If it can somehow In Carvajal And I have heard the news from Spain Now you've found someone you don't have to be tied to And he dried your eyes, and later he lay beside you As the simple wine Of the flow of time Pulled us out of rhyme In Carvajal Into a taxi and down to the airport In only the clothes I was standing in A scribbled address, a toothbrush, a passport The money we saved in the biscuit tin Running afraid to a strange Spanish town Searching the sands and the shoreline... And I have heard the news from Spain Now the Winter winds possess the Southern reaches And the sea folds like a mantle on the beaches And the crowds have gone And I've left my song To be killed alone In Carvajal In Carvajal In Carvajal |
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from Al Stewart - Orange (1972)
I can't understand
She let go of my hand And left me here facing the wall. I'd sure like to know Why did she go, but then I can't get close to her at all. Though we kissed through the wild blazing nighttime She said she'd never forget. But now morning is clear Its like I ain't here She acts like we never have met. Its all new to me Like some mystery It could even be like a myth. Yes its hard to think on That she's the same one That only last night I was with. From darkness dreams are deserted Am I still dreaming yet? Oh, I wish she'd unlock Her voice once and talk 'Stead of acting like we never met. If she ain't feeling well Well then why don't she tell 'Stead of turning her back to my face. Mmm, without any doubt She just seems too far out For me to return to or chase. Though the night ran swirling and whirling I remember her whispering yet. But evidently she don't Evidently she won't She just acts like we never have met. If I didn't have to guess I'd gladly confess To anything I might have tried If I was working too long Or have done something wrong Wish she'd say what it is I'll run and hide. Though her skirt it swayed as the guitar played Her mouth was watery and wet But now something has changed For she ain't the same She just acts like we never have met. Mmmm, I'm leaving today Gotta be on my way Of this I can't say too much. But if you want me to I can be just like you retend that we never have touched. And if anybody should ask me Is it easy to forget? Why its easily done You just pick anyone Pretend that you never have met. |
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from Al Stewart - Orange (1972)
It's Sunday afternoon and it's raining,
I m falling Colour sections, pastel blue, an empty church, a movie queue And I'm falling Watching you moving around Taking the time To get a proper look It seems as though I've never really looked at you Get up, put the kettle on, make us some tea I'm falling If we've got some biscuits left, please bring one for me, I'm just falling Spending the whole day in bed Wasting our time In such a gentle way We hardly need to say a word, it's just okay And already the sun has gone, and it's growing dark outside, I can see your face reflected in the red electric firelight, And our shadow is an embryo That slowly comes to life And as it moves across the wall It seems to feel the fire of living Growing stronger as it climbs To shiver in a blaze Across the ceiling And the soundless crash of the sea Fills the room with the scent of the breeze And the waves break over The beach of our bodies As you reach your fingers out to me Why don't we take the whole of next week off work, We're falling You can say you don't feel well, you caught a cold or something, We're just falling We can get out of town Taking the time To let it all work out The hour glass is turning, every second counts I'm falling I'm falling I'm falling Moving around inside a dream today Falling for you in such a special way |
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from Al Stewart - Orange (1972)
And the days they flew by
And the leaves fell from the trees And many times you came around And many times you slept with me And every time that we made love You wrote it down in your diary Lady of ladies But I would always say to you Don't ask about tomorrow Give what you have, take what you need Your time is only now Don't try to tie me down to promises I live for today, today is all there is And freedom seems to be everything to me I took you down to a party On the night of the 4th of May And a strange and growing restlessness Had hung in the air all day The need to try and tear down And destroy all that we'd made Lady of ladies You whispered in my ear and asked me If I fancied her You told me that he'd phoned you When I was in America Daring each other just to say okay Swap for tonight, didn't I always say That freedom seems to be everything to me And she came and she sat down beside me And you found an excuse to go downstairs And she smiled and made The kind of conversation that you do And later on she said 'My last train has gone Oh I wonder if you could run me home' And I found vou in the hallway and told you That was all that I would do Just run her home and it's through Oh I thought you knew But I must confess I laid my head on her breast And it seemed so hard To pull it away Her hand touched my hand And her eyes were offering the rest If it wasn't for you, oh I would have stayed But I came back home through the morning To find you lying awake And I knew all at once what you'd done And I heard myself say "Why did you have to sleep with him Anyone else Wouldn't have mattered Half As much as him" I don't want to touch you Somehow you feel unclean I just wish that you Were five hundred miles away from me Don't talk at all, don't start to cry Just pack up your things Lady of ladies And though I'd always told myself That when our time ended I'd walk away with no regrets And no attempts to stay Somehow it doesn't seem to be that way I find I'm needing every word you say This freedom seems to be everything to me And you went up to Cambridge And you stayed in your brother's room And you wrote me a letter and sent it the same afternoon You said "I just want to hurt myself Oh I need you so badly now" And you told me "Without you there seems to be no horizon at all Just no crack in the wall No place lower to fall "Hey don't leave me, don't leave me The shapelessness of the dawn Floods above and beneath me, I can't go on" And I had to walk right into the trap And I had to say please come back Though I felt all the while My resistance slipping away Why did I have to fall for you Anyone else Wouldn't have hurt me Half As much as you |
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from Al Stewart - Past, Present And Future (1974)
I can well recall the first time I ever put to sea,
It was on the old "Calcutta" in eighteen fifty-three. I was just a lad of fourteen years, a midshipman to be To make my way in sailing ships of the Royal Navy. By the time that I was twenty-one I'd sailed the world around, Weathered storms in the China seas with the hatches battened down, And made my way by starlight off the coast of Newfoundland And dined on beer and herrings while the waves blew all around. I live in retirement now and through my window comes the sound Of seagulls and sets my mind remembering. The evening stars like memories sail far beyond the distant trees Way out across the open seas I hear them sing. Oh, the wooden ships they turned to iron and the iron ships to steel And shed their sails like autumn leaves with the turning of the wheel And I was given Captain's rank, and soon took under me the proudest ship that ever sailed for Queen and country. Ah, the old queen she passed away with the newborn century And I received my calling up to the admiralty. The sands ran through the hourglass each day more rapidly As we watched the growing of the fleets of High Germany. So at last the Great War blazed I waited with the passing days a call to arms that never came, writing letters. "I may be old now in your eyes, but all my years have made me wise, You don't see where the danger lies, oh call me back, call me back..." But the war, it ran its course they could find no use for me And I live in the country now, grandchildren on my knee And sometimes think in all this world the saddest thing to be Old admirals who feel the wind and never put to sea. Now just like you, I've sailed my dreams like ships across the sea And some of them they've come on rocks and some faced mutiny And when they're sunken one by one I'll join that company - Old admirals who feel the wind, and never put to sea. |
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from Al Stewart - Past, Present And Future (1974)
I'm leaving my home in Europe behind
Heading out for a new state of mind New York town is calling to me Dollar an hour from the company Warren Gameliel Harding Alone in the White House, watching the sun Come up on the morning of 1921 I just want someone to talk to To talk to To talk to I've got no shoes upon my feet I've been all day with nothing to eat It sure gets hard down here in the street But I know where I'm going to be Warren Gameliel Harding Playing cards in a smoke-filled room Winning and losing, filling the time I just want someone to talk to To talk to To talk to Don't go down to the docks tonight The cops are nosing around for the site We moved the booze just before daylight They won't find it now, it'll be alright Warren Gameliel Harding In Alaska running out of days Leaving the ladies, God moves in strange ways I just want someone to talk to To talk to To talk to Don't leave me here on such a lonely day... Don't leave me here on such a lonely day... |
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from Al Stewart - Past, Present And Future (1974)
The morning is humming, it's a quarter past nine
I should be working down in the vines But I'm lying here with a good friend of mine Watching the sun in her hair I pick the grapes from the hills to the sea The fields of France are a home to me Ah, but today lying here is a good place to be I can't go anywhere But as we slip in and out of embrace Like some old and familiar place Reflecting all of my dreams in her face like before On the last day of June 1934 Just out of Cambridge in a narrow country lane A bottle-green Bentley in the driving rain Slips and skids round a corner, then pulls straight again Heads up the drive to the door The lights of the party shine over the fields Where lovers and dancers watch catherine wheels And argue realities digging their heels In a world that's finished with war And a lost wind of summer blows into the streets Past the tramps in the alleyways, the rich in silk sheets And Europe lies sleeping, you feel her heartbeats through the floor On the last day of June 19... On the night that Ernst Roehm died voices rang out In the rolling Bavarian hills And swept through the cities and danced in the gutters Grown strong like the joining of wills Oh echoed away like a roar in the distance In moonlight carved out of steel Singing "All the lonely, so long and so long You don't know how I long, how I long You can't hold me, I'm strong now I'm strong Stronger than your law" I sit here now by the banks of the Rhine Dipping my feet in the cold stream of time And I know I'm a dreamer, I know I'm out of line With the people I see everywhere The couples pass by me, they're looking so good Their arms round each other, they head for the woods They don't care who Ernst Roehm was, no reason they should Just a shadow that hangs in the air But I thought I saw him cross over the hill With a whole ghostly army of men at his heel And struck in the moment it seemed to be real like before On the last day of June 1934 |
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from Al Stewart - Past, Present And Future (1974)
I was a post-war baby in a small Scots town
I was three years old when we moved down south Hard times written in my mother's looks With her widow's pension and her ration books Aneurin Bevan took the miners' cause The the House of Commons in his coal dust voice We were locked up safe and warm from the snow With "Life with the Lyons" on the radio And Churchill said to Louis Mountbatten "I just can't stand to see you today How could you have gone and given India away?" Mountbatten just frowned, said "What can I say? Some of these things slip through your hands And there's no good talking or making plans" But Churchill he just flapped his wings Said "I don't really care to discuss these things, but Oh, every time I look at you I feel so low I don't know what to do Well every day just seems to bring bad news Leaves me here with the Post World War Two Blues" 1959 was a very strange time A bad year for Labour and a good year for wine Uncle Ike was our American pal And nobody talked about the Suez Canal I can still remember the last time I cried The day that Buddy Holly died I never met him, so it may seem strange Don't some people just affect you that way And all in all it was good The even seemed to be in an optimistic mood While TW3 sat and laughed at it all Till some began to see the cracks in the walls And one day Macmillan was coming downstairs A voice in the dark caught him unawares It was Christine Keeler blowing him a kiss He said "I never believed it could happen like this But oh, every time I look at you I feel so low I don't know what to do Well every day just seems to bring bad news Leaves me here with the post World War Two Blues" I came up to London when I was nineteen With a corduroy jacket and a head full of dreams In coffee bars I spent my nights Reading Allen Ginsberg, talking civil rights The day Robert Kennedy got shot down The world was wearing a deeper frown And though I knew that we'd lost a friend I always believed we would win in the end 'Cause music was the scenery Jimi Hendrix played loud and free Sergeant Pepper was real to me Songs and poems were all you needed Which way did the sixties go? Now Ramona's in Desolation Row And where I'm going I hardly know It surely wasn't like this before but Oh, every time I look around I feel so low my head seems underground Well every day just seems to bring bad news Leaves me here with the Post World War Two Blues Oh, every time I look at you I feel so low I don't know what to do Well every day just seems to bring bad news Leaves me here with the post World War Two Blues |
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from Al Stewart - Past, Present And Future (1974)
They crossed over the border the hour before dawn
moving in lines through the day Most of our planes were destroyed on the ground where they lay Waiting for orders we held in the wood Word from the front never came By evening the sound of the gunfire was miles away I softly move through the shadows, slip away through the trees Crossing their lines in the mist in the fields on our hands and our knees And all that i ever Was able to see The fire in the air, glowing red Silhouetting the smoke on the breeze All summer they drove us back through the Ukraine Smolensk and Viasma soon fell By Autumn we stood with our backs to the town of Orel Closer and closer to Moscow they come Riding the wind like a bell General Guderian stands at the crest of the hill Winter brought with the rains, oceans of mud filled the roads Gluing the tracks of their tanks to the ground, while the skies filled with snow And all that I ever Was able to see The fire in the air, glowing red Silhouetting the snow on the breeze (Ah, Ah , Ah) x4 (Ah, Ah, Ah) - all thru bridge In the footsteps of Napoleon, the shadow figures stagger through the winter Falling back before the gates of Moscow, standing in the wings like an avenger And far away behind their lines, the partisans are stirring in the forest Coming unexpectedly upon their outpost, growing like a promise You'll never know, you'll never know, which way to turn, which way to look you'll never see us As we steal into the blackness of the night you'll never know, you'll never hear us And evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming The morning road leads to Stalingrad, and the sky is softly humming Two broken tigers on fire in the night Flicker their souls to the wind We wait in the lines for the final approach to begin It's been almost four years that I've carried a gun At home, it will alomst be spring The flames of the tiger are lighting the road to Berlin I quickly move through the ruins that bow to the ground The old men and children they send out to face us, they can't slow us down And all that I ever Was able to see The eyes of the city are opening Now it's the end of a dream (Ah. Ah, Ah) x4 (Ah, Ah, Ah) thru this section I'm coming home, I'm coming home , now you can taste it in the wind the war is over And I listen to the clicking of the train wheels as we roll across the border And now they ask about the time that i was caught behind their time and taken prisoner They only held me for a day, a lucky break i say They turn and listen closer I'll never know, I'll never know, why I was taken from the line with all the others to board a special train and journey deep into the heart of holy Russia And it's cold and damp in the transit camp and the air is still and sullen and the pale sun of Octobe whispers the snow will soon be coming And I wonder when, I'll be home again and the morning answers never And the evening sighs and the steely, Russian skies go on, forever... |
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from Al Stewart - Past, Present And Future (1974)
Cut glass porcupine sailing on the Serpentine
Fingers on the skyline pulling down the black blinds Terminal eyes at the edge of the night Rivulet of dark wine moving in a straight line Sumdging out the stop signs, running down the life lines Terminal eyes at the edge of the night Shadows on the ceiling, coffee cup congealing Tarot cards revealing, a solitary feeling Terminal eyes, but I think it's alright Silver studded jet plane screaming through the migraine Cutting through the cellophane, wrappers of your tired brain Terminal eyes - put out the light Terminal eyes Only the lonely Arabian skies Terminal eyes Calling you home from your restless disguise Hands of the windmill moving to a standstill Rain on the windowsill, ashes on the phone bill Terminal eyes at the edge of the night Rain drop fire flies sparkle on the shop blinds Echoes of the summertime flicker in the street-signs Terminal eyes at the edge of the night Shadows on the ceiling, coffee cup congealing Eyes that look unseeing, hands that look unfeeling Terminal eyes, I think it's alright Silver-studded sea plane breaking through the migraine Cutting through the cellophane, enveloping your tired brain Terminal eyes, put out the light Terminal eyes Only the lonely Arabian skies Terminal eyes Calling you home from your restless disguise Terminal eyes Only the lonely Arabian skies Terminal eyes Calling you home from your restless disguise |
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from Al Stewart - Past, Present And Future (1974)
In the east the wind is blowing the boats across the sea
And their sails will fill the morning and their cries ring out to me Oh, Oh Oh, the more it changes, the more it stays the same And the hand just re-arranges the players in the game Oh, I had a dream, it seemed I stood alone And the veil of all the years Goes sinking from my eyes like a stone A king shall fall and put to death by the English parliament shall be Fire and plague to London come in the year of six and twenties three An emperor of France shall rise who will be born near Italy His rule shall cost his empire dear, Napoloron his name shall be From Castile does Franco come and the Government driven out shall be An English king seeks divorce, and from his throne cast down is he One named Hister shall become a captain of Greater Germany No law does this man observe and bloody his rise and fall shall be Man, man, your time is sand, your ways are leaves upon the sea I am the eyes of Nostradamus, all your ways are known to me Man, man, your time is sand, your ways are leaves upon the sea I am the eyes of Nostradamus, all your ways are known to me In the new lands of America three brothers now shall come to power Two alone are born to rule but all must die before their hour Two great men yet brothers not make the north united stand Its power be seen to grow, and fear possess the eastern lands Three leagues from the gates of Rome a Pope named Pol is doomed to die A great wall that divides a city at this time is cast aside These are the signs I bring to you to show you when the time is nigh Man, man, your time is sand, your ways are leaves upon the sea I am the eyes of Nostradamus, all your ways are known to me |
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from Al Stewart - Modern Times (1975)
Sometimes it seems unimaginable
That you were ever any other way With your white rose face And your orphan clothes Embroidered jeans and silver chains You're a well known face in all the hang-out places It's where the lost souls congregate You sit all night, but you talk too fast I don't know what you're trying to say Oh Carol, I think it's time for running for cover, a-ha Believe me, you're everyone's and nobody's lover, a-ha You've got a one-way ticket for all your yesterdays I know your daddy said he'd talk to you But he never really found the time And your TV mother with her cocktail eyes could never really reach your mind So you fixed your star to a passing dream and took a cocaine holiday Now the years flow round you in a muddy stream And you need another place to stay Oh Carol, I think it's time for running for cover, a-ha Believe me, you're everyone's and nobody's lover, a-ha You've got a one-way ticket for all your yesterdays Reach down silvery ship from the stars I know you're there I know you'll understand me You can take me anywhere I know you must be there Well sometimes it seems impossible That the game could get that rough But the stage is set, the exit's barred And the make-up won't come off So you make your bow to the balcony You light another cigarette And the lights grow dim as the music starts And it's easy to forget Oh Carol, I think it's time for running for cover, a-ha Believe me, you're everyone's and nobody's lover, a-ha You've got a one-way ticket to all your yesterdays Reach down silvery ship from the stars I know you're there I know you'll understand me You can take me anywhere I know you must be there 백장미 같은 새하얀 얼굴에 쇠줄이 달린 요란한 청바지에 너저분한 옷을 입은 당신을 보면 전에는 그런 모습이 아니었다는 걸 때로는 상상조차 할 수가 없어 영혼을 잃은 사람들이 모이는 놀기 좋은 곳이라면 어딜 가나 당신을 볼 수 있지 당신은 밤새 앉아서 지껄여 대지만 모두지 무슨 말을 하는지 알 수가 없어 캐롤, 이제 그만 둘 때가 된 것 같아 정말이야, 당신은 만인의 연인이자 그 누구의 연인도 아냐 당신은 그 모든 과거로 돌아갈 편도 차표를 한 장 갖고 있지 아버지가 대화를 하겠다고 했지만 시간을 내지 못한 거 알고 있어 치켜 올라간 눈으로 TV만 보는 어머니는 당신 마음을 절대 이해 못했지 그래서 당신의 별을 스쳐 지나가는 꿈에 실어 약물에 빠져 지냈어 이제 그 세월들은 흙탕물이 되어 당신 주위를 흐르고 당신은 다른 곳을 찾아 봐야 할거야 캐롤, 이제 그만 둘 때가 된 것 같아 정말이야, 당신은 만인의 연인이자 그 누구의 연인도 아냐 당신은 그 모든 과거로 돌아갈 편도 차표를 한 장 갖고 있지 별들을 가르는 은빛 배를 향해봐 그 곳에 당신이 있다는 걸 알아 나를 이해해 주는 당신은 날 어디든 데려다 줄 수 있어 당신은 내 곁에 있어 줄거야 가끔은 어쩔 수 없이 힘든 상황이 닥치기도 하지 무대가 준비되고 출구는 막히고 꾸며낸 이야기도 아무 소용이 없거든 그래서 객석에 인사를 하고 또 담배에 불을 붙이지 그리고 음악이 시작되고 조명이 어두워지면 쉽사리 망각하고 말아 캐롤, 이제 그만 둘 때가 된 것 같아 정말이야, 당신은 만인의 연인이자 그 누구의 연인도 아냐 당신은 그 모든 과거로 돌아갈 편도 차표를 한 장 갖고 있지 별들을 가르는 은빛 배를 향해봐 그 곳에 당신이 있다는 걸 알아 나를 이해해 주는 당신은 날 어디든 데려다 줄 수 있어 당신은 내 곁에 있어 줄거야 |
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from Al Stewart - Modern Times (1975)
I was drawn by the sirens of Titan
Carried along by their call Seeking for a way to enlighten Searching for the sense of it all Like a kiss on the wind I was thrown to the stars Captured and ordered in the army of Mars Marching to the sound of the drum in my head I followed the call Only to be Malachi Constant I thought I came to this earth Living in the heart of the moment With the riches I gained at my birth But here in the yellow and blue of my days I wander the endless Mercurian caves Watching for the signs the Harmonians make The words on the walls I was drawn by the sirens of Titan And so I came in the end Under the shadow of Saturn With statues and birds for my friends Finding a home at the end of my days Looking around I've only to say I was the victim of a series of accidents As are we all I was drawn by the sirens of Titan (as are we all) As are we all I was drawn by the sirens of Titan (as are we all) As are we all... |
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from Al Stewart - Modern Times (1975)
First time I saw you, you were Mr. Natural
You seemed so diffident, you hardly spoke at all Now you come to me and you've got green streaks in your hair You walk like Greta Garbo, but you talk like Yogi Bear So tell me now What's going on? What's going on? I really don't believe what's going on; what's going on? Anyone in the farmouse could have given you the news You think you're in control but you're only being used I know your head is in the sky, you're easy to deceive But how you fell for this I really don't believe So tell me now What's going on? What's going on? I really don't believe what's going on; what's going on? All those rock 'n' roll star heroes you spend your time around You may think you're one of them but you're a hundred thousand down What are you going to do when the company calls its money in? How'll you feel stuck out in the rain without a friend? What's going on? What's going on? I really don't believe what's going on; what's going on? |
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from Al Stewart - Modern Times (1975)
It's the kind of grey November day that washes away reflections
In the eyes of hotel porters And the latticed wooden benches by the sea contain no travellers Or Irish lady authors And the girl in the raincoat walks the lanes of Brighton With her collar turned against the wind And hovers in the doorways of second-hand bookshops Among the dust and fading print And you're not the one she's thinking of And you're not the one she really wants Just a point along the line she's leaving from She goes into a cafe, orders tea, looks at the menu But there's nothing really on it And the place is as deserted as a plaza in a heat-wave And the cloth has jam upon it But the girl in the raincoat doesn't stop to count the tea-leaves Or turn to see the mists around the sun For the winter's unfolding around her And it's time for moving on And you're not the one she's thinking of And you're not the one she really wants Just a station on the line she's leaving from And so you sit there in the middle of the carpet With her suitcases around you And it comes to you she journeyed to the center of your life But she never really found you Just another girl in a raincoat Who shared the passing of the days And you're glad of the warmth that she gave you And you hardly need to say That she's not the one you're thinking of No she's not the one you really want Just a point along the line you're leaving from |
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from Al Stewart - Modern Times (1975)
He heard the clatter of her heels in the street
The clock said half-past three He lay there waiting in the dark to hear The scraping of the front-door key He wouldn't say to her "Don't want to know where you were" She wouldn't find him there Next time She missed the train, she felt the rain upon her face It seemed to clear her head She watched him drive into the night A broken tail-light, a speck of red She still felt his touch It didn't seem to mean that much She wouldn't go back there Next time When you were just a kid you loved To go to movies in the afternoon And so you left the factory And got a job in the projection-room Bette Davis plays Ran away with the passing days You'll be a movie-star Next time |
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from Al Stewart - Modern Times (1975)
When we came to the station all the trains were rusty
The doors were open and the windows broken in There was grass in all the cracks and the air hung musty The travel posters were flapping in the wind So we moved through the dust and gloom Playing waiting games in the waiting-room Lay our sleeping-bags out on the floor And on Sunday morning easy rider comes to me with apple cider Leaves me here without a place to go If I followed the coast road, I'd be home by evening The harbour lights still cut across the bay From the slot machine arcade the lights go streaming To the bikes outside the rock 'n' roll cafe Ah but you know those small town blues Are really too much to lose There's nothing really there to go back for And on Sunday morning easy rider comes to me with apple cider Leaves me here without a place to go Any railway station would be just fine, fine, fine To settle down and wash the cobwebs from your head Oh, if your situation's running dry, dry, dry Find a waiting-room beneath the stars to make your bed' Cause you know London can make your brain stall The streets get cold and empty on a rainy night So you duck into the subway station, you can hear the trains call They want to take you to the Earl's Court Road, but it don't seem right Cause it's na, na, na noowah On the juke-box, singing in the burger bar See the people's faces in the passing cars don't want to know And on Sunday morning easy rider comes to me with apple cider Leaves me here without a place to go You have the most appealing surface I have seen Bring it over here, lay it down by me Don't mean to make you nervous, I just mean To make you see, this is the place to be When we came to the station all the trains were rusty The air was empty and the platforms overgrown There were old tin cans and cats and the doors were crusted With mud and leaves and names carved long ago And the rails go on for ever in a silver trail to the setting sun You can follow them anywhere you want to go And on Sunday morning easy rider comes to me with apple cider Leaves me here without a need to know |
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from Al Stewart - Modern Times (1975)
Oh you slipped away from the harbour side
In the morning bright and clear And your sails were filled with the rising wind And you laughed for all to hear But you never glanced at the ragged dance Of your lovers on the quay Don't call on them when the winds rise high On the dark and the rolling sea Oh you set your course for the furthest shores And you never once looked back And the flag you flew was a pirate cross On a field of velvet black And those landsmen who you but lately knew Were left stranded on the lea Don't call on them when the storm clouds rise On the dark and the rolling sea Oh I have no need of a chart or creed You told your waiting crew For the winds of chance, they will bear us straight And you spoke as though you knew So you paid no mind to the warning signs As you gave your words so free Don't change your tack when the timbers crack On the dark and the rolling sea Now the thunder rails in the great mainsails And the stars desert the skies And the rigging strains as the hands of rain Reach down to wash your eyes And your oarsmen stands with his knife in hand And his eyes spell mutiny Don't call my name when your ship goes down On the dark and the rolling sea |
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from Al Stewart - Modern Times (1975)
Hello old friend, what a strange coincidence to find you
It's been fifteen years since we last met, but I still recognised you So call the barman over here, and let us fill our glasses And drink a toast to olden times where all our memories lie Where all our memories lie Do you remember the time we were young? Lowly, lowly, low Outside the window the frosty moonlight hung On the midnight snow So we pulled our scarves around our faces in the night Huddled on the doorsteps where the fairylights shone bright Singing Christmas carols while our breath hung in the light It all comes back like yesterday It almost seems like yesterday Do you remember the changes as we grew? Slowly, slowly, slow Sneaking in the back way into movies after school For the evening show Chasing skinny blue jean girls across the building-site Checking out the dance floor while the band played "Hold Me Tight" See the blonde one over there: I bet she'd be alright It all comes back like yesterday It almost seems like yesterday While I talked he sat and he never made a sound Staring at the glass beside me Hey old friend, tell me what's on your mind? Silence grows on you like ivy Ivy Do you remember the church across the sands? Holy, holy, ho You stood outside and planned to travel the lands Where the pilgrims go So you packed your world up inside a canvas sack Set off down the highway with your rings and Kerouac Someone said they saw you in Nepal a long time back Tell me why you look away Don't you have a word to say? He said, "I don't remember ... I Don't want to remember In fact I've heard too much already I don't want to think, just leave me here to drink Wrapped up in the warmth of New York City Oh, oh, it seems you just don't know And you just don't understand me I've got no use for the tricks of modern times They tangle all my thoughts like ivy Ivy" So I left him, and I went out to the street Lowly, lowly, low Where the red light girls were coming after me Forty dollar show All across the city's heart the lights were coming on The hotel lift softly hummed a Cole Porter song If I went to look for him I knew he would be gone A picture-card of yesterday A photograph of yesterdayAnd far off in a deserted part of town The shadows like a silent army Flooded out the rooms in pools of blue and brown And stuck to all the walls like ivy Ivy Ivy |
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from Al Stewart - Modern Times (1975)
Elvaston Place, a run-down basement in South Ken
Hiding your face behind the railings in the rain Stony steps to a small grey herd of dustbins blinking in the sunlight Our yesterday lives crouched by the fireside In Elvaston Place. Holes in the lace, curtains, splintery window frames A small furnished space, we never knew the landlord's name Electric bar to warm your winter toes, evening paper for the bath mat Watching the face, happy beside me In Elvaston Place. The city's spreading like a stony tide across the countryside I live alone now in London town Cars and buses everywhere, they hide the sun and eat the air You need a friend when it gets you down. All the money that I've ever owned, I'd give it all tomorrow If I could lay happy beside you In Elvaston Place. Elvaston Place, I stopped to look at you today New whitewashed face behind the railings in the rain You once held a love of mine, she changed just like the weather The Kensington skies go on for ever In Elvaston Place. |
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from Al Stewart - Modern Times (1975)
Look out, look out, Phoenix cried
My time must be at hand I'm feeling cold and I don't know why The ground moves where I stand. All the lies she gave to me In words that twist and bend Now the only place for me Is down in the swallow wind. Far off and long ago She came when I was young A silver moon shining in her eyes And strange the song she sang. All so easy I trusted her I thought she was my friend Now the only place for me Is down in the swallow wind. And I don't really know what to tell you now It's something I just can't control I thought you wanted to take my love Now you want my soul. Last time I saw her She was standing in the sand The ashen moon was in her hair And a cross was in her hand. I'm sailing alone, she cried Though I can't believe I sinned Now the only place for me Is down in the swallow wind. |
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from Al Stewart - Modern Times (1975)
Elvaston Place, a run-down basement in South Ken
Hiding your face behind the railings in the rain Stony steps to a small grey herd of dustbins blinking in the sunlight Our yesterday lives crouched by the fireside In Elvaston Place. Holes in the lace, curtains, splintery window frames A small furnished space, we never knew the landlord's name Electric bar to warm your winter toes, evening paper for the bath mat Watching the face, happy beside me In Elvaston Place. The city's spreading like a stony tide across the countryside I live alone now in London town Cars and buses everywhere, they hide the sun and eat the air You need a friend when it gets you down. All the money that I've ever owned, I'd give it all tomorrow If I could lay happy beside you In Elvaston Place. Elvaston Place, I stopped to look at you today New whitewashed face behind the railings in the rain You once held a love of mine, she changed just like the weather The Kensington skies go on for ever In Elvaston Place. |
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from Al Stewart - Modern Times (1975)
Look out, look out, Phoenix cried
My time must be at hand I'm feeling cold and I don't know why The ground moves where I stand. All the lies she gave to me In words that twist and bend Now the only place for me Is down in the swallow wind. Far off and long ago She came when I was young A silver moon shining in her eyes And strange the song she sang. All so easy I trusted her I thought she was my friend Now the only place for me Is down in the swallow wind. And I don't really know what to tell you now It's something I just can't control I thought you wanted to take my love Now you want my soul. Last time I saw her She was standing in the sand The ashen moon was in her hair And a cross was in her hand. I'm sailing alone, she cried Though I can't believe I sinned Now the only place for me Is down in the swallow wind. |
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from Al Stewart - Year Of The Cat (1976)
Go and tell Lord Grenville that the tide is on the turn
It's time to haul the anchor up and leave the land astern We'll be gone before the dawn returns Like voices on the wind. Go and tell Lord Grenville that our dreams have run aground There's nothing here to keep us in this shanty town None of us are caring where we're bound Like voices on the wind And come the day you'll hear them saying "They're throwing it all away" Nothing more to say Just throwing it all away Go and fetch the captain's log and tear the pages out We're on our way to nowhere now, can't bring the helm about None of us are left in any doubt We won't be back again Send a message to the fleet, they'll search for us in vain We won't be there among the reaches of the Spanish Main Tell the ones we left home not to wait We won't be back again. (Won't be back again...) And come the day you'll hear them saying "They're throwing it all away" Nothing more to say Just throwing it all away Our time is just a point along a line That runs forever with no end I never thought that we would come to find Ourselves upon these rocks again Oh no... Go and tell Lord Grenville that the tide is on the turn |
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from Al Stewart - Year Of The Cat (1976)
The fishing boats go out across the evening water
Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border The wind whips up the waves so loud The ghost moon sails among the clouds Turns the rifles into silver on the border On my wall the colours of the maps are running From Africa the winds they talk of changes coming The torches flare up in the night The hand that sets the farms alight Has spread the word to those who're waiting on the border In the village where I grew up Nothing seems the same Still you never see the change from day to day And no-one notices the customs slip away Late last night the rain was knocking at my window I moved across the darkened room and in the lampglow I thought I saw down in the street The spirit of the century Telling us that we're all standing on the border In the islands where I grew up Nothing seems the same It's just the patterns that remain An empty shell But there's a strangeness in the air you feel too well The fishing boats go out across the evening water Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border The wind whips up the waves so loud The ghost moon sails among the clouds Turns the rifles into silver on the border On the border On the border On the border |
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from Al Stewart - Year Of The Cat (1976)
You got your ticket and your hotel keys
And your overnight bag at your feet You're looking down on the tropical trees While the Spanish maids pick up the sheets Conquistador in search of gold For all the jackdaw reasons The Midas shadow that's so hard to please And follows wherever you go Nothing ventured, nothing gained they said So you played for the winner takes all And tossed the dice high up and craned your head To see how the numbers would fall You stole the game so easily Your luck ran with the seasons But still the shadow that the night won't free Just follows wherever you go Another day, another boarding card As you wait for your seat on the 'plane The movie runs but you're still working hard And you don't touch your food or champagne I know that when your well runs dry You'll want to know the reason The empty night will bring you no reply As it follows wherever you go |
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from Al Stewart - Year Of The Cat (1976)
You always were a city kid
Though you were country raised And back in some forgotten time We shared the cold north days But the simple life was not your style, And you just had to escape So it's goodbye to my lady of the islands On Remembrance Day the bands all played, The bells pealed through the park And you lay there by the "Do Not" signs, And shamed them with your spark Now winter moans in old men's bones As the day falls into dark And it's goodbye to my lady of the islands It was just like this Behind the kisses you so soon swept away Oh I always knew That some day you'd Be bound to just get pulled away The summer sun beats on and on, The shops swim in the heat And you're standing by the traffic signs With taxis at your feet Oh I know that in your city skin You're feeling more complete So it's goodbye to my lady of the islands No I never got the letters That you said you'd send me So it's goodbye to my lady of the islands |
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from Al Stewart - Year Of The Cat (1976)
Nothing that's forced can ever be right
If it doesn't come naturally, leave it That's what she said as she turned out the light And we bent our backs as slaves of the night Then she lowered her guard and showed me the scars She got from trying to fight Saying oh, you'd better believe it. Well I'm up to my neck in the crumbling wreckage Of all that I wanted from life When I looked for respect all I got was neglect Though I swallowed the line as a sign of the times But dealing a jack from the back of the pack They said-"You lose again" Oh, I said, who needs it? Well don't get me wrong now I tried to get on With the jokers that got in my way And I put on a smile and I tried all the while to be straight But they just wanted more all the time and I'm sure That you know what I mean when I say That I'm sick of the touch and there's only so much you can take. Well nothing that's real is ever for free And you just have to pay for it sometime She said it before, she said it to me I suppose she believed there was nothing to see But the same old four imaginary walls She built for living inside I said oh, you just can't mean it Well there was never a doubt that she had to get out she was just looking around for a way In the pit of the night there was nowhere to hide any more She was out on a limb, she was reaching for things That she wanted, but just couldn't say And she had to be sure that she wouldn't get caught like before. Well nothing that's forced can ever be right If it doesn't come naturally, leave it That's what she said as she turned out the light And she may have been wrong, and she may have been right But I woke with the frost, and noticed she'd lost The veil that covered her eyes I said oh, you can leave it. |
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from Al Stewart - Year Of The Cat (1976)
With your photographs of Kitty Hawk
And the biplanes on your wall You were always Amy Johnson From the time that you were small. No schoolroom kept you grounded While your thoughts could get away You were taking off in Tiger Moths Your wings against the brush-strokes of the day Are you there? On the tarmac with the winter in your hair By the empty hangar doors, you stop and stare Leave the oil-drums behind you, they won't care Oh, are you there? Oh, you wrapped me up in a leather coat And you took me for a ride We were drifting with the tail-wind When the runway came in sight The clouds came up to gather us And the cockpit turned to white When I looked, the sky was empty I suppose you never saw the landing-lights Are you there? In your jacket with the grease stain and the tear Caught up in the slipstream of the dare The compass rose will guide you anywhere, Oh, are you there? The sun comes up on Icarus as the night-birds sail away And lights the maps and diagrams That Leonardo made You can see Faith, Hope and Charity As they bank above the fields You can join the flying circus You can touch the morning air against your wheels Are you there? Do you have a thought for me that you can share? Oh I never thought you'd take me unawares Just call me if you ever need repairs Oh, are you there? |
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from Al Stewart - Year Of The Cat (1976)
You told the man in the Broadway Hotel
Nothing was stranger than being yourself And he replied, with a tear in his eye Love was a rollaway Just a cajole away Mist on a summer's day Nothing was clear Love was a smile away Just a defile away I sought it every way No-one came near You asked the man for a room with a view Nothing was said as he stared at his shoe Then he replied as he gave you the key Love was a rollaway Just an unfold away That's all there is to say No-one came near Alone in your room you hide As the night rolls by In the street outside And you feel over the words he said Till they turn to rain all around your head You're seeking a hideaway Where the light of day Doesn't touch your face And a door-sign keeps the world away Behind the shades Of your silent day. You made your home in the Broadway Hotel Room service came at the push of a bell And the man said as he put down the tray Love was a stealaway Just a reveal away I tried to find a way Nothing was clear Then as he turned away You asked the man to stay He was there all the day No-one came near |
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from Al Stewart - Year Of The Cat (1976)
It seems to me as though I've been upon this stage before
And juggled away the night for the same old crowd These harlequins you see with me, they too have held the floor As here once again they strut and they fret their hour I see those half-familiar faces in the second row Ghost-like with the footlights in their eyes But where or when we met like this last time I just don't know It's like a chord that rings and never dies For infinity And now these figures in the wings with all their restless tunes Are waiting around for someone to call their names They walk the backstage corridors and prowl the dressing-rooms And vanish to specks of light in the picture-frames But did they move upon the stage a thousand years ago In some play in Paris or Madrid? And was I there among them then, in some travelling show And is it all still locked inside my head For infinity And some of you are harmonies to all the notes I play Although we may not meet still you know me well While others talk in secret keys and transpose all I say And nothing I do or try can get through the spell So one more time we'll dim the lights and ring the curtain up And play again like all the times before But far behind the music you can almost hear the sounds Of laughter like the waves upon the shores Of infinity |
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from Al Stewart - Year Of The Cat (1976)
Year Of The Cat - Al Stewart
On a morning from a Bogart movie In a country where they turn back time You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre Contemplating a crime She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running Like a watercolour in the rain Don't bother asking for explanations She'll just tell you that she came In the year of the cat. She doesn't give you time for questions As she locks up your arm in hers And you follow 'till your sense of which direction Completely disappears By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls There's a hidden door she leads you to These days, she says, I feel my life Just like a river running through The year of the cat She looks at you so cooly And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea She comes in incense and patchouli So you take her, to find what's waiting inside The year of the cat. Well morning comes and you're still with her And the bus and the tourists are gone And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket So you have to stay on But the drum-beat strains of the night remain In the rhythm of the new-born day You know sometime you're bound to leave her BUt for now you're going to stay In the year of the cat. |
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from Al Stewart - The Live Radio Concert [live] (1980)
The fishing boats go out across the evening water
Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border The wind whips up the waves so loud The ghost moon sails among the clouds Turns the rifles into silver on the border On my wall the colours of the maps are running From Africa the winds they talk of changes coming The torches flare up in the night The hand that sets the farms alight Has spread the word to those who're waiting on the border In the village where I grew up Nothing seems the same Still you never see the change from day to day And no-one notices the customs slip away Late last night the rain was knocking at my window I moved across the darkened room and in the lampglow I thought I saw down in the street The spirit of the century Telling us that we're all standing on the border In the islands where I grew up Nothing seems the same It's just the patterns that remain An empty shell But there's a strangeness in the air you feel too well The fishing boats go out across the evening water Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border The wind whips up the waves so loud The ghost moon sails among the clouds Turns the rifles into silver on the border On the border On the border On the border |
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from Al Stewart - The Live Radio Concert [live] (1980)
It was late in December, the sky turned to snow
All round the day was going down slow Night like a river beginning to flow I felt the beat of my mind go Drifting into time passages Years go falling in the fading light Time passages Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight Well I'm not the kind to live in the past The years run too short and the days too fast The things you lean on are the things that don't last Well it's just now and then my line gets cast into these Time passages There's something back here that you left behind Oh time passages Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight Hear the echoes and feel yourself starting to turn Don't know why you should feel That there's something to learn It's just a game that you play Well the picture is changing Now you're part of a crowd They're laughing at something And the music's loud A girl comes towards you You once used to know You reach out your hand But you're all alone, in these Time passages I know you're in there, you're just out of sight Time passages Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight |
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from Al Stewart - The Live Radio Concert [live] (1980)
Oh come away from the day, here I stay
Living on the bottom of the sea Down metal snake corridors steely grey Engines hum for nobody but me No sound comes from the sea above me No messages crackles through the radio leads They'll never know, never no never How strange life in dark water can be Oh mariners spare a thought when you pass Those who live the submarine life Far in the deep sonar eyes never sleep Hiding like a shadow in the night Jet planes nose through the clouds above me They look for radar traces of me to see They'll never know, never no never How strange life in dark water can be Wonder what the stars look like Coming out tonight Tell my girl she must be strong She sits and waits all night long Just looking for a better day She'll have to find another way to go No memory, tell me what's wrong with me Why am I alone here with no rest And now the name of the ship's not the same How long has it been "Marie Celeste?" Now there's nobody from the crew left Five hundred years supply of food just for me They'll never know, never no never How strange life in dark water can be |
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from Al Stewart - The Live Radio Concert [live] (1980)
They crossed over the border the hour before dawn
moving in lines through the day Most of our planes were destroyed on the ground where they lay Waiting for orders we held in the wood Word from the front never came By evening the sound of the gunfire was miles away I softly move through the shadows, slip away through the trees Crossing their lines in the mist in the fields on our hands and our knees And all that i ever Was able to see The fire in the air, glowing red Silhouetting the smoke on the breeze All summer they drove us back through the Ukraine Smolensk and Viasma soon fell By Autumn we stood with our backs to the town of Orel Closer and closer to Moscow they come Riding the wind like a bell General Guderian stands at the crest of the hill Winter brought with the rains, oceans of mud filled the roads Gluing the tracks of their tanks to the ground, while the skies filled with snow And all that I ever Was able to see The fire in the air, glowing red Silhouetting the snow on the breeze (Ah, Ah , Ah) x4 (Ah, Ah, Ah) - all thru bridge In the footsteps of Napoleon, the shadow figures stagger through the winter Falling back before the gates of Moscow, standing in the wings like an avenger And far away behind their lines, the partisans are stirring in the forest Coming unexpectedly upon their outpost, growing like a promise You'll never know, you'll never know, which way to turn, which way to look you'll never see us As we steal into the blackness of the night you'll never know, you'll never hear us And evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming The morning road leads to Stalingrad, and the sky is softly humming Two broken tigers on fire in the night Flicker their souls to the wind We wait in the lines for the final approach to begin It's been almost four years that I've carried a gun At home, it will alomst be spring The flames of the tiger are lighting the road to Berlin I quickly move through the ruins that bow to the ground The old men and children they send out to face us, they can't slow us down And all that I ever Was able to see The eyes of the city are opening Now it's the end of a dream (Ah. Ah, Ah) x4 (Ah, Ah, Ah) thru this section I'm coming home, I'm coming home , now you can taste it in the wind the war is over And I listen to the clicking of the train wheels as we roll across the border And now they ask about the time that i was caught behind their time and taken prisoner They only held me for a day, a lucky break i say They turn and listen closer I'll never know, I'll never know, why I was taken from the line with all the others to board a special train and journey deep into the heart of holy Russia And it's cold and damp in the transit camp and the air is still and sullen and the pale sun of Octobe whispers the snow will soon be coming And I wonder when, I'll be home again and the morning answers never And the evening sighs and the steely, Russian skies go on, forever... |
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from Al Stewart - The Live Radio Concert [live] (1980)
Find another lover tomorrow
Go find another lover today You've been so long on lonely street That you're surely falling into decay It's time to reconstruct yourself Time to test the water again Well it's sad to see It's a tragedy That you're wasting away Look around ... tell me Is it really worth the price That you pay On Valentina Way I don't think she's ready to listen I don't think she wants to come back The atmosphere's too cold in here To attract a butterfly like that I think she took the boat-train out Maybe caught the night express She's got devious lies And chameleon eyes And she can't care less Oh, buy yourself a ticket On anything leaving today From Valentina Way Oh the rain comes down And shines up the stars Oh, the night steps out In streetlights and bars To the sounds of guitars Listen ... |
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from Al Stewart - The Live Radio Concert [live] (1980)
Year Of The Cat - Al Stewart
On a morning from a Bogart movie In a country where they turn back time You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre Contemplating a crime She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running Like a watercolour in the rain Don't bother asking for explanations She'll just tell you that she came In the year of the cat. She doesn't give you time for questions As she locks up your arm in hers And you follow 'till your sense of which direction Completely disappears By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls There's a hidden door she leads you to These days, she says, I feel my life Just like a river running through The year of the cat She looks at you so cooly And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea She comes in incense and patchouli So you take her, to find what's waiting inside The year of the cat. Well morning comes and you're still with her And the bus and the tourists are gone And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket So you have to stay on But the drum-beat strains of the night remain In the rhythm of the new-born day You know sometime you're bound to leave her BUt for now you're going to stay In the year of the cat. |
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from Al Stewart - The Live Radio Concert [live] (1980)
I was making my way through the wasteland
The road into town passes through I was changing the radio stations With my mind on you Oh your friends call you "Lily Paloma" But that's not the way that you are It's too much of a gentle misnomer For a shooting star But you and me baby I saw you there Straight away I knew There's really no hiding I'll tell you right now What we're gonna do We'll go collecting the days Putting the moments away You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio I remember the first time I saw you Alone in the dark with a drink With a candle flame burning before you And your thoughts closed in You were staring out into the distance Not seeming to hear what I said Why did you put up such resistance Like all the lights are red 'Cause you and me baby I saw you there Straight away I knew There's really no hiding I'll tell you right now What we're gonna do We'll go collecting the days Putting the moments away You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio I don't know what it was that was painful But sometimes it's there in your face There are times when you just look disdainful Of the human race Ah, but then on the wings of emotion We circle each other in flight Till together we roll like the ocean In its bed at night 'Cause you and me baby I saw you there Straight away I knew There's really no hiding I'll tell you right now What we're gonna do We'll go collecting the days Putting the moments away You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio You're on my mind like a Song on the Radio |
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from Al Stewart - 24 Carrots (1980)
Before the phone hits the receiver
You're halfway to the door The voice said 'get out while you can, There's just ten minutes, nothing more' Time only for the essentials Better gather them and run The false name inside the passport, The gold bars and the gun And once again they've come out of the past And though your mind is cool your heart is beating fast You've been through it all before Each time you wish a little more that you could ask What do you want from me? What do you need from me? There's no rest for the running man Why can't you let him be?' It's a long and twisting journey From the sweeping northern plains To the outcrops of the jungle Bowed beneath the tropic rains In the customs hall the officer Takes you to one side And his eyes reveal no feeling As you hand over the bribe And once again you've bought a little time And once again you're fading out of sight Still the fox is growing older As he calls over his shoulder to the night: What do you want from me? What do you need from me? There's no rest for the running man Why can't you let him be? Here, come over here Beneath a sympathetic moon We'll sit and talk over old times without a fear Another beer, from the cafes of the night The tumbling rhythms of guitars ring loud and clear One by one they've nailed the others But you always got away What it is that keeps you just that step ahead No one can say In one last raid the agents Of the dawn break down the door Of a house where you were standing Maybe just an hour before And still the thread continues to unwind You take the hidden roads that only you can find And should they come upon your tracks There's just a question hanging back you left behind What do you want from me? What do you need from me? No rest for the running man Why can't you let him be? What do you want from me? What do you need from me? |
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from Al Stewart - 24 Carrots (1980)
You say with best intention, lets throw away convention
Set sail across the water, to find the tides of fortune I say please understand it, dont' let our love be stranded upon the midnight rocks, upon the midnight rocks You say theres no endeavour, we couldn't try together no storm we couldn't weather, we'll ride the wind forever I hear the words you've spoken, don't let our love be broken Upon the midnight rocks, oh yeah, upon the midnight rocks. Ahhh...you know you know its easy Ahhh...to let it go believe me Ahhh...you know you know you feel it Ahhh...don't lose it when you need it I know that fascination, with living each sensation in your imagination, theres is no hesitation I know your mind is turning, don't let our love lie burning upon the midnight rocks, oh yeah, upon the midnight rocks. I know that fascination, with living each sensation in your imagination, there is no hesitation I say please understand it, don't let our love be stranded Upon the midnight rocks. |
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from Al Stewart - 24 Carrots (1980)
Across the western world
The fights are going down The gypsy armies of the evening Have lit their fires across The nether side of town They will not pass this way again So here in the night Leave your home it's time for running Out of the light I see the hosts of Mohammed coming The Holy Sister bars her doors against the East Her house has stood too long divided The uninvited guests are breaking up the feast She may not bid them leave again So here in the night Leave your home it's time for running Out of the light I see the hosts of Mohammed coming I dreamed I stood like this before And I'm sure the words that I heard then Were much the same It's just an old Greek tragedy they're acting here Held over by popular acclaim So here in the night Leave your home it's time for running Out of the light I see the hosts of Mohammed coming |
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from Al Stewart - 24 Carrots (1980)
And I think of you now
As a dream that I had long ago In a kingdom lost in time In a forest of evening The archer is bending a bow And I see you bring him bread and wine Down the legions of years The invaders have taken this land And bent you to their will And the memories fade of the ancients And all that they had Though the magic lingers round you still Oh, who would walk the stony roads of Merlin's time? And keep the watch along the borderline And who would hear the legends passed in song and rhyme? Upon the shepherd pipes of Merlin's time |
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from Al Stewart - 24 Carrots (1980)
take my troubles on a Friday night
To the heart of the bistro Among the shadows and the low low lights I can find a release-o My favorite waitress will be here tonight I love the way she wears those fish-net tights She's so hard to resist-o in this Mondo Sinistro She picks a menu up and throws it my way With a flick of her wrist-o I'm sitting hoping that the night might take A romantic twist-o I order chicken and a chilled chablis She brings me grapefruit and a cup of tea She's a little Mephisto In this Mondo Sinistro I say I really love her dark brown eyes And the way that they tease-o I tell her everytime she passes by I grow weak in the knees-o I ask her would she like to come and play She blows my candle out and walks away I just cease to exist-o In this Mondo Sinistro |
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from Al Stewart - 24 Carrots (1980)
Your father sailed on the Murmansk run
To guide the flocks of the ships home one by one Grey beneath the Arctic sun Or the glow of Northern Lights I see you have his photograph His eyes are watching for dangers fore or aft Trading days beneath the sun For the cold and wintry nights of the Murmansk run He never did come home to you It's long forgotten, a childhood dream or two But something of the cold got through And it lingers in your eyes On days like these you hear the wind And feel the chill of the ice floes closing in Trading days beneath the sun For the cold and wintry nights of the Murmansk run Save our souls, river of darkness over me Save our souls, lost on the dark uncharted sea Now you hide yourself from view You seem to find it an easy thing to do Trading days beneath the sun For the cold and wintry nights of the Murmansk run Save our souls, river of darkness over me Save our souls, lost on the dark uncharted sea Well you wake up in the morning on Hester street And run to the factory, You can't afford to be late Working every morning, every evening, every day For your money, Yet there's nothing to save Watching your life pass by the window Feeling it all run through your hands Counting the thousands behind in the lines Waiting time for their chance From Ellis Island, day after day From Ellis Island, dreams slip away Meanwhile from the market come the cries Of every tongue and every nation Refugeless refugees Faces from the endless plains of Russia Blonde Norwegian, dark Croatian Songs in sad minor keys Feeling the heat inside the fumace Trying to make that break away Reaching their hands for a grip On the edge just to slip back again From Ellis Island, day after day From Ellis Island, dreams slip away Ah well I've heard it said If you just use your head You can make your fortune here One lucky break and that's all it would take But it never seems to be near Another day, another ship pulls into harbor And the crowd spills down the gangway Clutching their suitcases tight Blinking in the sunlight at the door of the new world They hold the handrail With all the post thrown behind Caught in between now and forever Wondering just what lies ahead Each one is waiting and hoping The door will be open to them On Ellis Island, day after day On Ellis Island, time slips away From Ellis Island, day after day From Ellis Island, dreams slip away Save our souls, river of darkness over me Save our souls, lost on the dark uncharted sea |
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from Al Stewart - 24 Carrots (1980)
On a night just like this, in a place far away
He met with a giri in the spring And something about him just turned her around As though she were caught on a string And being so young they held on to each other To see what the moment might bring He loved her then in a secretive way Not showing his care or his need She stayed beside him and looked to the day He would somehow begin to be free In the chill of the night she would hold him and say This is how they always should be Rocks in the ocean, waves on the sea Keep it in mind, If love comes unsatisfied, don't forget me Don't forget me And so he come to depend on her more Though the lesson was still to be learned, Taking for granted the gift that she gave As though it were something he'd earned And she for her part growing slowly away From a love that was never returned Then came the day that he never foresaw When he woke to find she was gone He followed her then to the ends of the world To tell her how much he'd been wrong But the more he called her, the more she was lost Leaving only the words of her song Rocks in the ocean, waves on the sea Keep it in mind, If love comes unsatisfied, don't forget me Don't forget me He still listens out for her foot on the stair As he looks for her down through the years And the friends that he had have all left one by one For their words weren't reaching his ears He chooses instead now to wander alone To a song that only he hears Rocks in the ocean, waves on the sea Keep it in mind, If love comes unsatisfied, don't forget me Don't forget me |
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from Al Stewart - 24 Carrots (1980)
When all the help in the world won't get you by
When all the friends that you lean on let you down, You'll wonder why I see you there with your painting box And your oils and brushes and your artist's smocks What'll you do if the Muse gets lost When I'm gone? You painted me in the way you said you knew I don't believe that I saw myself In anything you drew I say you never quite caught it right You say you see me in a different light What'll you do with your black and white When I'm gone You paint by numbers I never noticed it before You paint by numbers It's just a closing of an open door When you're looking round You won't see me no more You paint by numbers Staying here in this room just makes me pale I never really could fit into your geometric scale I see you measure my profile up And you mix your paints in a broken cup What'll you do if the brush gets stuck When I'm gone You paint by numbers I never noticed it before You paint by numbers It's just a closing of an open door When you're looking round You won't see me no more You paint by numbers |
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from Al Stewart - 24 Carrots (1980)
In my darkest hour just before the dawn
There's no sound from the empty street But sleep won't seem to come to me All your words in my head Linger on and on They've come to steal my time away Till the night is gone I must be losing my shine Like an old dusty Burgundy wine In a cellar cool and damp Dull beneath a yellow lamp No one turning the key To come and get me today The more I think about you now The more I'm feeling that way I see you there, everywhere Optical illusions Telephone, let it ring I don't want intrusions in my life I know tomorrow I'll find There's nothing here at all Just some trick your mind will play With shadows on the wall I see you here, feel you near Optical illusions Nothing real that I feel Just some confusion of my time In my darkest hour, when all the blinds were drawn You're just some mirage I saw Just before the dawn |
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from Al Stewart - 24 Carrots (1980)
I can't deal with all this undergrowth talk
It just trips my feet and tangles up my thoughts You're trying to sell me your new faith Tell me why you'd do it And your hands are clenched And you're talking low With your eyes like flames Your voice like snow Someone dug a pit for you and you fell right into it. Tell me how the universe was meant to be Take another sip of your cola You be the colonel of the cavalry I'll be Francis Ford Coppola We'll go together through the jungle night 'Til the moon and stars fade out of sight Waiting for the dawn to come Here in Angola Here in Angola I can't remember how you got this way I can still recall you in a younger day The earnestness still drips off you like butter And you fling round words in a holy war And you look so vague, but seem so sure Don't you ever just want to break right down and stutter Tell me how the universe was meant to be Take another sip of your cola You be the colonel of the cavalry I'll be Francis Ford Coppola We'll go together through the jungle night 'Til the moon and stars fade out of sight Waiting for the dawn to come Here in Angola Here in Angola Ah, why don't you let it go Ah, you'd be too wise to know That time will get you anyway It's at your door today. I can't deal with these periscope views And the caveman scrawl that you call news Hey, why don't you make a not to cancel your next visit Well, I knew that things were getting out of control When you found your faith and lost your soul If there's something you'd rather die than compromise What is it? Tell me how the universe was meant to be Take another sip of your cola You be the colonel of the cavalry I'll be Francis Ford Coppola We'll go together through the jungle night As the moon and stars fade out of sight Waiting for the dawn to come Here in Angola Here in Angola Here in Angola Here in Angola |
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from Al Stewart - 24 Carrots (1980)
Pandora comes today
As she dazzles and she dances You find hope and lose yourself again She never stays the same She changes moods like summer thunder Still you look for sunlight through the rain. And when she laughs you see danger She can be cold like a stranger And you try but you won't change her anyway And I can see how she makes it It's a game and still you take it It's a spell until you break it, you must stay And lose yourself again. Pandora takes the time To tell you stories of her past Thet everybody knows just can't be true The reason and the rhyme Are twisted 'til you can't believe her Still you keep pretending that you do. And when you try to get to her And you tell her you've seen through her She'll just say you never knew her anyway And you still let her fake it It's a game and still you take it It's a spell until you break it, you must stay And lose yourself again. Pandora comes today The warning signs flash in her eyes The old familiar feelings rise again The pleasure and the pain Are like two colours run together Still you can't go on too long this way. If it's a game you can't win it I don't know why you stay in it You could leave her any minute, any day It should be easy to shake it But you just can't seem to make it It's a spell until you break it, you must stay And lose yourself again. |
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from Al Stewart - 24 Carrots (1980)
Indian summer, the shops are shuttered and the crowds are gone
The souvenir sellers are moving on Like summer lovers Indian summer The earth is cracked beneath the midday sun You've dragged your shadow round these streets too long There is no cover Come stay, we'll live gazebo lives And let the world outside pass us by Right here in our Arabian Nights Until the Northern Lights cross the sky There is no other Indian summer, the storm that drove you here is far behind What keeps you waiting on this beach tonight It's long been over Come stay, we'll live gazebo lives And let the world outside pass us by Right here in our Arabian Nights Until the Northern Lights cross the sky There is no other Come stay Right here |
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from Al Stewart - 24 Carrots (1980)
Delia's gone
And the days they run so slow Here in the islands Delia's gone It's the only thing you know Here in the silence Fine rain combs the sand The first breath of winter across the land Try but you won't understand How she could slip right through your hands Delia's gone. Delia's friends no longer come to call What can they say now Delia's pictures are hanging on the wall You can't look away now Dream figures with moons for eyes Stare from under an alien sky Seem to watch as you pass them by If they should know, they won't say why Delia's gone. Delia's gone like a darkening of the sky A change in the weather Delia's gone like a moment out of time Maybe forever Lines of coffee cups on parade Soldiers for keeping the night away Soon, too soon, you'll be moving out There's nothing here to hold you now Delia's gone. Delia left Tony On a hot summer night She would not go for him and so He shot her down at sight Delia gone, one more round, Delia gone! |
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from Al Stewart - 24 Carrots (1980)
I never was one for talk
I keep things to myself Let everyone ramble on When people get to reminiscing I'll always be the one to listen But now I need to find those missing words. I love Princess Olivia Can't speak, I slip into trivia. To know what you feel inside Is not enough, you've got to put it across with style The literati in their cellars Perform semantic tarantellas I wish I did it half as well as them I love Princess Olivia Can't speak, I slip into trivia. She's got long red hair Her nose up in the clouds Just how did she get up there She's frosty as the face of Phineus Leaves me feeling igloominious Why's she so continuously cool? I love Princess Olivia Can't speak, I slip into trivia. I love her. She may be large |
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from Al Stewart - Live Indian Summer [live] (1981)
I can't deal with all this undergrowth talk
It just trips my feet and tangles up my thoughts You're trying to sell me your new faith Tell me why you'd do it And your hands are clenched And you're talking low With your eyes like flames Your voice like snow Someone dug a pit for you and you fell right into it. Tell me how the universe was meant to be Take another sip of your cola You be the colonel of the cavalry I'll be Francis Ford Coppola We'll go together through the jungle night 'Til the moon and stars fade out of sight Waiting for the dawn to come Here in Angola Here in Angola I can't remember how you got this way I can still recall you in a younger day The earnestness still drips off you like butter And you fling round words in a holy war And you look so vague, but seem so sure Don't you ever just want to break right down and stutter Tell me how the universe was meant to be Take another sip of your cola You be the colonel of the cavalry I'll be Francis Ford Coppola We'll go together through the jungle night 'Til the moon and stars fade out of sight Waiting for the dawn to come Here in Angola Here in Angola Ah, why don't you let it go Ah, you'd be too wise to know That time will get you anyway It's at your door today. I can't deal with these periscope views And the caveman scrawl that you call news Hey, why don't you make a not to cancel your next visit Well, I knew that things were getting out of control When you found your faith and lost your soul If there's something you'd rather die than compromise What is it? Tell me how the universe was meant to be Take another sip of your cola You be the colonel of the cavalry I'll be Francis Ford Coppola We'll go together through the jungle night As the moon and stars fade out of sight Waiting for the dawn to come Here in Angola Here in Angola Here in Angola Here in Angola |
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from Al Stewart - Live Indian Summer [live] (1981)
Pandora comes today
As she dazzles and she dances You find hope and lose yourself again She never stays the same She changes moods like summer thunder Still you look for sunlight through the rain. And when she laughs you see danger She can be cold like a stranger And you try but you won't change her anyway And I can see how she makes it It's a game and still you take it It's a spell until you break it, you must stay And lose yourself again. Pandora takes the time To tell you stories of her past Thet everybody knows just can't be true The reason and the rhyme Are twisted 'til you can't believe her Still you keep pretending that you do. And when you try to get to her And you tell her you've seen through her She'll just say you never knew her anyway And you still let her fake it It's a game and still you take it It's a spell until you break it, you must stay And lose yourself again. Pandora comes today The warning signs flash in her eyes The old familiar feelings rise again The pleasure and the pain Are like two colours run together Still you can't go on too long this way. If it's a game you can't win it I don't know why you stay in it You could leave her any minute, any day It should be easy to shake it But you just can't seem to make it It's a spell until you break it, you must stay And lose yourself again. |
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from Al Stewart - Live Indian Summer [live] (1981)
Indian summer, the shops are shuttered and the crowds are gone
The souvenir sellers are moving on Like summer lovers Indian summer The earth is cracked beneath the midday sun You've dragged your shadow round these streets too long There is no cover Come stay, we'll live gazebo lives And let the world outside pass us by Right here in our Arabian Nights Until the Northern Lights cross the sky There is no other Indian summer, the storm that drove you here is far behind What keeps you waiting on this beach tonight It's long been over Come stay, we'll live gazebo lives And let the world outside pass us by Right here in our Arabian Nights Until the Northern Lights cross the sky There is no other Come stay Right here |