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from Fairport Convention - Meet On The Ledge: The Classic Years (1967-1975) (2000)
A sailor's life, it is a merry life He robs young girls of their heart's delight Leaving them behind to weep and mourn They never know when they will return Well, there's four and twenty all in a row My true love he makes the finest show He's proper, tall, genteel withal And if I don't have him, I'll have none at all Oh, father build for me a bonny boat That on the wide ocean I may float And every Queen's ship that we pass by There I'll inquire for my sailor boy They had not sailed long upon the deep When a Queen's ship they chanced to meet You sailors all, pray tell me true Does my sweet William sail among your crew? Oh no, fair maiden, he is not here For he's been drownded, we greatly fear On yon green island, as we passed it by There we lost sight of your sailing boy Well, she rung her hands and she tore her hair She was like a young girl in great despair And her little boat against a rock did run How can I live now? My sweet William is gone |
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from Fairport Convention - The History Of Fairport Convention (2000)
A sailor's life, it is a merry life
He robs young girls of their heart's delight Leaving them behind to weep and mourn They never know when they will return Well, there's four and twenty all in a row My true love he makes the finest show He's proper, tall, genteel withal And if I don't have him, I'll have none at all Oh, father build for me a bonny boat That on the wide ocean I may float And every Queen's ship that we pass by There I'll inquire for my sailor boy They had not sailed long upon the deep When a Queen's ship they chanced to meet You sailors all, pray tell me true Does my sweet William sail among your crew? Oh no, fair maiden, he is not here For he's been drownded, we greatly fear On yon green island, as we passed it by There we lost sight of your sailing boy Well, she rung her hands and she tore her hair She was like a young girl in great despair And her little boat against a rock did run How can I live now? My sweet William is gone |
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from Fairport Convention - Unhalfbricking (2003)
A sailor's life, it is a merry life
He robs young girls of their heart's delight Leaving them behind to weep and mourn They never know when they will return Well, there's four and twenty all in a row My true love he makes the finest show He's proper, tall, genteel withal And if I don't have him, I'll have none at all Oh, father build for me a bonny boat That on the wide ocean I may float And every Queen's ship that we pass by There I'll inquire for my sailor boy They had not sailed long upon the deep When a Queen's ship they chanced to meet You sailors all, pray tell me true Does my sweet William sail among your crew? Oh no, fair maiden, he is not here For he's been drownded, we greatly fear On yon green island, as we passed it by There we lost sight of your sailing boy Well, she rung her hands and she tore her hair She was like a young girl in great despair And her little boat against a rock did run How can I live now? My sweet William is gone |
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from Fairport Convention - 25Th Anniversary Pack (2006)
Red and gold and Halloween have passed us by The charcoal branches lean against the rosy sky You are so far away and I could touch you if I may But don't you worry now, I'm only dreaming anyway You may be lonely, you may be just on your own It could be anywhere, some place that I have know But who am I and do we really live these days at all And are they simply feelings we have learnt and do recall Oh, the sea has made me cry But I love her too, so maybe I love you Tears are only made of salt and water And across the waves the sound of laughter October has gone and left me with a song That I will sing to you although the moment may be wrong Could it be the sea's as real as you and I? I often wonder why I always have to say I'm only dreaming anyway Could it be the sea's as real as you and I? I often wonder why I always have to say I'm only dreaming anyway |
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from Fairport Convention - Angel Delight (2000)
John the Wood went out one day To view the scene from a different angle He stood and watched a child at play A-tinkling on an old triangle Dave the Drum who was passing by Bought the toy with a coin he'd picked up You should have seen the gleam in his eye As he saw a tune he's gleaned up shined up La la la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la Out in the rain if you want a cup of tea Dodge the puddles in the yard The lord of the land's coming round to complain It's hard The peacock flew to a very high tree He didn't like grass or concrete fairies Put me where the action is I'd rather be with the next-door hairies Simon spied the bathroom door In his hand's a herb shampoo Waiting for the waters raw So little time, so much to do La la la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la Stand in a line, take a book along There's time for a game of cards Now it's your turn and the water's all gone It's cold The next to appear was the . . . He needs a rest or at least he says so You probably think that he's flipped his lid Cos he wears high heels and a snow-white trousseau Five foot three yet he stands so tall And on the ground his feet are never Friends may come and friends may go But the fiddle bill goes on for ever La la la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la The music room would make you grin It's cold as a freezing pit There's a hole in the wall where a lorry came in Let's split I quite like a breast of chicken And I'm crazy about aspic and roast quails But the sight to make my pulse rate quicken Is a dozen nice fat snails On the other hand, there's Pegg on the bass Whose tastes in food are very much wider You'll see a smile light up his face At a couple of kippers and a glass of cider La la la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la Stand on a chair if you want to watch the box The fleas can jump a mile Peer through the haze watching Top Of The Pops And smile |
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from Fairport Convention - The History Of Fairport Convention (2000)
John the Wood went out one day
To view the scene from a different angle He stood and watched a child at play A-tinkling on an old triangle Dave the Drum who was passing by Bought the toy with a coin he'd picked up You should have seen the gleam in his eye As he saw a tune he's gleaned up shined up La la la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la Out in the rain if you want a cup of tea Dodge the puddles in the yard The lord of the land's coming round to complain It's hard The peacock flew to a very high tree He didn't like grass or concrete fairies Put me where the action is I'd rather be with the next-door hairies Simon spied the bathroom door In his hand's a herb shampoo Waiting for the waters raw So little time, so much to do La la la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la Stand in a line, take a book along There's time for a game of cards Now it's your turn and the water's all gone It's cold The next to appear was the . . . He needs a rest or at least he says so You probably think that he's flipped his lid 'Cos he wears high heels and a snow-white trousseau Five foot three yet he stands so tall And on the ground his feet are never Friends may come and friends may go But the fiddle bill goes on for ever La la la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la The music room would make you grin It's cold as a freezing pit There's a hole in the wall where a lorry came in Let's split I quite like a breast of chicken And I'm crazy about aspic and roast quails But the sight to make my pulse rate quicken Is a dozen nice fat snails On the other hand, there's Pegg on the bass Whose tastes in food are very much wider You'll see a smile light up his face At a couple of kippers and a glass of cider La la la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la Stand on a chair if you want to watch the box The fleas can jump a mile Peer through the haze watching Top Of The Pops And smile |
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from Fairport Convention - Unhalfbricking (2003)
You must philosophise
But why must you bore me to tears? You're red around the eyes You tell me things no one else hears You spend all your time crying Crying the hours in tears Crying the hours in tears Come lend your time to me And you will know that you are free And when you look at me Don't think you're owning what you see For remember that you're free And that's what you want to be So just lend your time to me You must philosophise But why must you bore me to tears? You're red around the eyes You tell me things no one else hears You spend all your time crying Crying the hours in tears Crying the hours in to ears |
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from Fairport Convention - Angel Delight (2000)
As I walked out on a midsummer's morning For to view the fields and to take the air Down by the banks of the sweet primroses There I beheld a most love lie fair Three short steps, I stepped up to her Not knowing her as she passed me by I stepped up to her, thinking for to view her She appeared to be like some virtuous bride I says "Fair maid, where are you going? And what's the occasion of all your brief? I will make you as happy as any lady If you will grant to me one small relief" "Stand off, stand off, you're a false deceiver You are a false deceitful man, I know 'Tis you that has caused my poor heart to wander And in your comfort lies no refrain" So I'll go down to some lonesome valley Where no man on earth shall there me find Where the pretty little small birds do change their voices And every moment blows blusterous wind So come all young men who go a-sailing Pray pay attention to what I say For there's many a dark and a cloudy morning Turns out to be a sunshiny day |
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from Fairport Convention - Nine (1973)
He never put a foot wrong
Until the day Joe met Big William He made him an offer but he often was wrong I'll tell you where to stick it, said Big William to Joe You can put it where the monkey sticks his nuts I wouldn't give you fourpence for your lousy rotten dough And, anyway, you haven't got that much Hey Joe, hear what I say You want my time, I ain't giving away Go make the money you want some other way I don't want to go to Peru Don't leave ?Delhi, you're any guru? I don't like work and I don't like you I'll tell you where to stick it, said Big William to Joe You can put it where the monkey sticks his nuts I wouldn't give you fourpence for your lousy rotten dough And, anyway, you haven't got that much I'll tell you where to stick it said Big William to Joe You can put it where the monkey sticks his nuts I wouldn't give you fourpence for your lousy rotten dough And, anyway, you haven't got that much |
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from Xavier Rudd - Solace (2004)
He never put a foot wrong
Until the day Joe met Big William He made him an offer but he often was wrong "I'll tell you where to stick it," said Big William to Joe "You can put it where the monkey sticks his nuts" "I wouldn't give you fourpence for your lousy rotten dough And, anyway, you haven't got that much" "Hey Joe, hear what I say You want my time, I ain't giving away Go make the money you want some other way" "I don't want to go to Peru Don't leave ?Delhi, you're any guru? I don't like work and I don't like you" "I'll tell you where to stick it," said Big William to Joe "You can put it where the monkey sticks his nuts" "I wouldn't give you fourpence for your lousy rotten dough And, anyway, you haven't got that much" "I'll tell you where to stick it," said Big William to Joe "You can put it where the monkey sticks his nuts" "I wouldn't give you fourpence for your lousy rotten dough And, anyway, you haven't got that much" |
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from Fairport Convention - 25Th Anniversary Pack (2006)
He never put a foot wrong Until the day Joe met Big William He made him an offer but he often was wrong I'll tell you where to stick it, said Big William to Joe You can put it where the monkey sticks his nuts I wouldn't give you fourpence for your lousy rotten dough And, anyway, you haven't got that much Hey Joe, hear what I say You want my time, I ain't giving away Go make the money you want some other way I don't want to go to Peru Don't leave ?Delhi, you're any guru? I don't like work and I don't like you I'll tell you where to stick it, said Big William to Joe You can put it where the monkey sticks his nuts I wouldn't give you fourpence for your lousy rotten dough And, anyway, you haven't got that much I'll tell you where to stick it said Big William to Joe You can put it where the monkey sticks his nuts I wouldn't give you fourpence for your lousy rotten dough And, anyway, you haven't got that much |
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from Fairport Convention - Full House (1970)
By the margin of the ocean, one summer day in the month of June,
The feather'd warbling songsters their voices sweetly sang in tune, It was there I met a female all overcome with grief and woe, Conversing with Napoleon on the Bonny Bunch of Roses, O. Then up spoke young Napoleon and he took her by the hand Saying "Mother dear, be patient, and I soon will take command; And I'll raise a mighty army, and through tremendous dangers go, And I'll conquer all the universe, and I'll have the Bonny Bunch of Roses, O." "When first you saw great Bonaparte, you fell upon your bended knee, And asked your father's life of him he granted it most manfully, It was then he took an army, and o'er the frozen Alps did go, Saying, "I'll conquer Moscow and come back for the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O." Oh he took a mighty army, princes and dukes were in his train He was so well provided for, enough to sweep the world for gain; But when he came to Moscow, all overpowered by sleet and snow And Moscow was a-blazing, he lost the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O. Now son, don't speak so venturesome, for England has the heart of oak And England, Ireland, Scotland, their unity will ne'er be broke; So remember your father, in Saint Helena he lies low, And you will follow after, beware of the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O. Adieu, adieu forever, now I bow my youthful head Had I lived I might have been clever, but now I lie on my dying bed And as the waters do flow and the weeping willows over me grow The name of brave Napoleon will enshrine the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O. |
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from Fairport Convention - Meet On The Ledge: The Classic Years (1967-1975) (2000)
By the margin of the ocean, one summer day in the month of June,
The feather'd warbling songsters their voices sweetly sang in tune, It was there I met a female all overcome with grief and woe, Conversing with Napoleon on the Bonny Bunch of Roses, O. Then up spoke young Napoleon and he took her by the hand Saying "Mother dear, be patient, and I soon will take command; And I'll raise a mighty army, and through tremendous dangers go, And I'll conquer all the universe, and I'll have the Bonny Bunch of Roses, O." "When first you saw great Bonaparte, you fell upon your bended knee, And asked your father's life of him he granted it most manfully, It was then he took an army, and o'er the frozen Alps did go, Saying, "I'll conquer Moscow and come back for the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O." Oh he took a mighty army, princes and dukes were in his train He was so well provided for, enough to sweep the world for gain; But when he came to Moscow, all overpowered by sleet and snow And Moscow was a-blazing, he lost the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O. Now son, don't speak so venturesome, for England has the heart of oak And England, Ireland, Scotland, their unity will ne'er be broke; So remember your father, in Saint Helena he lies low, And you will follow after, beware of the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O. Adieu, adieu forever, now I bow my youthful head Had I lived I might have been clever, but now I lie on my dying bed And as the waters do flow and the weeping willows over me grow The name of brave Napoleon will enshrine the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O. |
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from Fairport Convention - Meet On The Ledge: The Classic Years (1967-1975) (2000)
If she knew what I've seen while I'm watching Would she know where to smile, what to say? When she leaves from her book to be with me Where's her mind as she stands while I play? She left behind names in the pages And the time she took out, they stayed in Now she thinks that she maybe should tell them Of my book and the places she's been Now she's looking at me while I'm writing Does she know where to smile, what to say? When she leaves from her book to be with me What's she thinking about while I play |
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from Fairport Convention - The History Of Fairport Convention (2000)
If she knew what I've seen while I'm watching
Would she know where to smile, what to say? When she leaves from her book to be with me Where's her mind as she stands while I play? She left behind names in the pages And the time she took out, they stayed in Now she thinks that she maybe should tell them Of my book and the places she's been Now she's looking at me while I'm writing Does she know where to smile, what to say? When she leaves from her book to be with me What's she thinking about while I play |
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from Fairport Convention - What We Did On Our Holidays (2003)
If she knew what I've seen while I'm watching
Would she know where to smile, what to say? When she leaves from her book to be with me Where's her mind as she stands while I play? She left behind names in the pages And the time she took out, they stayed in Now she thinks that she maybe should tell them Of my book and the places she's been Now she's looking at me while I'm writing Does she know where to smile, what to say? When she leaves from her book to be with me What's she thinking about while I play |
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from Fairport Convention - The History Of Fairport Convention (2000)
Breakfast In Mayfair
Fairport Convention The world has surely lost it's head The news is full of crimes. There's robberies in The Telegraph, And there's murders in The Times. And always more obituaries, And even one of these, Concerns the brutal slaughter Of an Old Miss Emma Keys. The police have got their man, they're sure, He never left the scene. Indeed he led the hue and cry, A most unusual thing. An arsonist, a murderer, his soul will soon be frying. He's young, but old enough to kill, But not too young for dying. Now it seams the populus will queue, To see him stand in court. To hear him speak his wicked lies, While smiling at his thoughts. This arrogant young roughian is obviously guilty. Though no where does it say exactly, How or why he killed her. Forget it dear it's not the first, There's bound to be another. The way you carry on You'll have us thinking she's your mother. This man called "Me" has had his day, And soon he'll be forgotten, So put that paper down before your breakfast goes quite rotten. |
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from Fairport Convention - Nine (1973)
Time stood dark and silent and the stars they gave no light
I wandered in an endless dream, haunted by the night I saw four ghostly riders, the horses in a line Each in turn did point at me and say I'm on full ?rein? We are the sculptors of the land, the rulers of the sea We are the falcons of your sins, gardeners of the trees The air about you is burning and the sea below does drown And the legacy you leave your ?swan? will surely bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down A curse upon you men of war, with gun or pen in hand The power sword or . . . the castles made of sand You always have good reason to take more than you need Your hearts are full of paper and your minds are full of greed Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down What is deeper than the ocean, colder than the grave Stronger than your armies all and braver than the brave? Those who know and ?knowing know? will sow on fertile ground Those who don't and never would are those you will go down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down |
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from Fairport Convention - Meet On The Ledge: The Classic Years (1967-1975) (2000)
Time stood dark and silent and the stars they gave no light
I wandered in an endless dream, haunted by the night I saw four ghostly riders, the horses in a line Each in turn did point at me and say I'm on full ?rein? We are the sculptors of the land, the rulers of the sea We are the falcons of your sins, gardeners of the trees The air about you is burning and the sea below does drown And the legacy you leave your ?swan? will surely bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down A curse upon you men of war, with gun or pen in hand The power sword or . . . the castles made of sand You always have good reason to take more than you need Your hearts are full of paper and your minds are full of greed Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down What is deeper than the ocean, colder than the grave Stronger than your armies all and braver than the brave? Those who know and ?knowing know? will sow on fertile ground Those who don't and never would are those you will go down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down |
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from Fairport Convention - What We Did On Our Holidays (2000)
Time stood dark and silent and the stars they gave no light
I wandered in an endless dream, haunted by the night I saw four ghostly riders, the horses in a line Each in turn did point at me and say I'm on full ?rein? We are the sculptors of the land, the rulers of the sea We are the falcons of your sins, gardeners of the trees The air about you is burning and the sea below does drown And the legacy you leave your ?swan? will surely bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down A curse upon you men of war, with gun or pen in hand The power sword or . . . the castles made of sand You always have good reason to take more than you need Your hearts are full of paper and your minds are full of greed Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down What is deeper than the ocean, colder than the grave Stronger than your armies all and braver than the brave? Those who know and ?knowing know? will sow on fertile ground Those who don't and never would are those you will go down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down |
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from Xavier Rudd - Solace (2004)
Time stood dark and silent and the stars they gave no light
I wandered in an endless dream, haunted by the night I saw four ghostly riders, the horses in a line Each in turn did point at me and say I'm on full ?rein? We are the sculptors of the land, the rulers of the sea We are the falcons of your sins, gardeners of the trees The air about you is burning and the sea below does drown And the legacy you leave your ?swan? will surely bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down A curse upon you men of war, with gun or pen in hand The power sword or . . . the castles made of sand You always have good reason to take more than you need Your hearts are full of paper and your minds are full of greed Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down What is deeper than the ocean, colder than the grave Stronger than your armies all and braver than the brave? Those who know and ?knowing know? will sow on fertile ground Those who don't and never would are those you will go down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down |
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from Fairport Convention - 25Th Anniversary Pack (2006)
Time stood dark and silent and the stars they gave no light
I wandered in an endless dream, haunted by the night I saw four ghostly riders, the horses in a line Each in turn did point at me and say I'm on full ?rein? We are the sculptors of the land, the rulers of the sea We are the falcons of your sins, gardeners of the trees The air about you is burning and the sea below does drown And the legacy you leave your ?swan? will surely bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down A curse upon you men of war, with gun or pen in hand The power sword or . . . the castles made of sand You always have good reason to take more than you need Your hearts are full of paper and your minds are full of greed Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down What is deeper than the ocean, colder than the grave Stronger than your armies all and braver than the brave? Those who know and ?knowing know? will sow on fertile ground Those who don't and never would are those you will go down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down |
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from Fairport Convention - What We Did On Our Holidays (2000)
Baby, that preacher gave you his pain
To ?let the window? on his finger in the undertaker's name (Chorus) Oh, cajun woman Some people still call you a queen I don't believe you're sinking With all the trouble you've been He grew up in the bayou with a Bible round his neck He never loved a woman in the way you would expect (Chorus) Don't tell him by his father, don't tell him by his name The dogs won't get to heaven, they'll crucify his brain (Chorus) Well, it's welcome to the graveyard and welcome to the throne Welcome to the orphanage where your family sit and moan Welcome to the liquor stand and welcome to the park Your mama never told you how lucky you are (Chorus |
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from Fairport Convention - Unhalfbricking (2003)
Baby, that preacher gave you his pain
To ?let the window? on his finger in the undertaker's name (Chorus) Oh, cajun woman Some people still call you a queen I don't believe you're sinking With all the trouble you've been He grew up in the bayou with a Bible round his neck He never loved a woman in the way you would expect (Chorus) Don't tell him by his father, don't tell him by his name The dogs won't get to heaven, they'll crucify his brain (Chorus) Well, it's welcome to the graveyard and welcome to the throne Welcome to the orphanage where your family sit and moan Welcome to the liquor stand and welcome to the park Your mama never told you how lucky you are (Chorus |
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from Fairport Convention - Meet On The Ledge: The Classic Years (1967-1975) (2000)
Woke up big this Chelsea morning and the first thing that I heard Was a song outside my window And the traffic wrote the words It came ringing up like Christmas bells And rapping up like pipes and drums Oh, won't you stay, we'll put on a day and we'll wear it till the night comes Woke up big this Chelsea morning and the first thing that I saw Was the sun through yellow curtains And a rainbow on my wall Blue, red, green and gold to welcome you Crimson, crystal peaks to beckon Oh, won't you stay, we'll put on a day, there's a side-show every second Now the curtain opens on a portrait of today And the streets are paved with passers-by And pictures fly and papers lie Just waiting to blow away Woke up big this Chelsea morning and the first thing that I knew There was milk and toast and honey And a bowl of oranges too And the light poured in like butterscotch And stuck to all my senses Oh, won't you stay, we'll put on a day and we'll talk in present tenses Now the curtain closes and the rainbow runs away I'll bring you incense owls by night By candle-light, by jewel-light If only you will stay Pretty baby, won't you Wake up, it's the Chelsea morning |
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from Fairport Convention - What We Did On Our Holidays (2000)
Woke up big this Chelsea morning and the first thing that I heard
Was a song outside my window And the traffic wrote the words It came ringing up like Christmas bells And rapping up like pipes and drums Oh, won't you stay, we'll put on a day and we'll wear it till the night comes Woke up big this Chelsea morning and the first thing that I saw Was the sun through yellow curtains And a rainbow on my wall Blue, red, green and gold to welcome you Crimson, crystal peaks to beckon Oh, won't you stay, we'll put on a day, there's a side-show every second Now the curtain opens on a portrait of today And the streets are paved with passers-by And pictures fly and papers lie Just waiting to blow away Woke up big this Chelsea morning and the first thing that I knew There was milk and toast and honey And a bowl of oranges too And the light poured in like butterscotch And stuck to all my senses Oh, won't you stay, we'll put on a day and we'll talk in present tenses Now the curtain closes and the rainbow runs away I'll bring you incense owls by night By candle-light, by jewel-light If only you will stay Pretty baby, won't you Wake up, it's the Chelsea morning |
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from Fairport Convention - Fairport Convention (2003)
Woke up big this Chelsea morning and the first thing that I heard
Was a song outside my window And the traffic wrote the words It came ringing up like Christmas bells And rapping up like pipes and drums Oh, won't you stay, we'll put on a day and we'll wear it till the night comes Woke up big this Chelsea morning and the first thing that I saw Was the sun through yellow curtains And a rainbow on my wall Blue, red, green and gold to welcome you Crimson, crystal peaks to beckon Oh, won't you stay, we'll put on a day, there's a side-show every second Now the curtain opens on a portrait of today And the streets are paved with passers-by And pictures fly and papers lie Just waiting to blow away Woke up big this Chelsea morning and the first thing that I knew There was milk and toast and honey And a bowl of oranges too And the light poured in like butterscotch And stuck to all my senses Oh, won't you stay, we'll put on a day and we'll talk in present tenses Now the curtain closes and the rainbow runs away I'll bring you incense owls by night By candle-light, by jewel-light If only you will stay Pretty baby, won't you Wake up, it's the Chelsea morning |
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from Fairport Convention - The Five Seasons (1990)
'Twas on one summer's evening all in the month of May
Down by a flowery garden I carelessly did stray I overheard a young maid in sorrow to complain All for her handsome sailor boy who ploughed the raging main I boldly stepped up to her and put her in surprise I'll vow she did not know me, I being all in disguise Says, I'm a charming creature, my joy and heart's delight How far have you to travel this dark and stormy night? Away kind sir, to the Claudy Banks if you will please to show Pity her poor girl distracted, oh, there I have to go I am in search of a young man and Johnny is his name Along the banks of Claudy, I'm told he does remain 'Tis six long moths on batter, since your true love left the shore In passing the wide ocean where French's cannons roar And crossing the wide ocean with honor and for gain I'm told his ship was wrecked all on the coast of Spain On hearing of this dreadful news, it put her in despair With a wringing of her hands and a tearing of her hair Oh, since he's gone and left me, no other man I'll take Oh, on the banks of Claudy I'll wander for his sake Oh, my heart was filled with joy that night, I could no longer stand I fell into her arms, crying, "Betsy, I'm that man I am your faithful young man, whom once you thought was slain Now, since we've met on Claudy Banks, we'll never part again" |
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from Fairport Convention - Rhythm Of The Times (2003)
'Twas on one summer's evening all in the month of May
Down by a flowery garden I carelessly did stray I overheard a young maid in sorrow to complain All for her handsome sailor boy who ploughed the raging main I boldly stepped up to her and put her in surprise I'll vow she did not know me, I being all in disguise Says, I'm a charming creature, my joy and heart's delight How far have you to travel this dark and stormy night? Away kind sir, to the Claudy Banks if you will please to show Pity her poor girl distracted, oh, there I have to go I am in search of a young man and Johnny is his name Along the banks of Claudy, I'm told he does remain 'Tis six long moths on batter, since your true love left the shore In passing the wide ocean where French's cannons roar And crossing the wide ocean with honor and for gain I'm told his ship was wrecked all on the coast of Spain On hearing of this dreadful news, it put her in despair With a wringing of her hands and a tearing of her hair Oh, since he's gone and left me, no other man I'll take Oh, on the banks of Claudy I'll wander for his sake Oh, my heart was filled with joy that night, I could no longer stand I fell into her arms, crying, "Betsy, I'm that man I am your faithful young man, whom once you thought was slain Now, since we've met on Claudy Banks, we'll never part again" |
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from Fairport Convention - Jewel In The Crown (1995)
Cohen
Ah we're drinking and we're dancing and the band is really happening and the Johnny Walker wisdom running high And my very sweet companion she's the Angel of Compassion she's rubbing half the world against her thigh And every drinker every dancer lifts a happy face to thank her the fiddler fiddles something so sublime all the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance on the polka-dots and it's partner found, it's partner lost and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops: it's CLOSING TIME Yeah the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance on the polka-dots and it's partner found, it's partner lost and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops: it's CLOSING TIME Ah we're lonely, we're romantic and the cider's laced with acid and the Holy Spirit's crying, "Where's the beef?" And the moon is swimming naked and the summer night is fragrant with a mighty expectation of relief So we struggle and we stagger down the snakes and up the ladder to the tower where the blessed hours chime and I swear it happened just like this: a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss the Gates of Love they budged an inch I can't say much has happened since but CLOSING TIME I swear it happened just like this: a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss the Gates of Love they budged an inch I can't say much has happened since CLOSING TIME I loved you for your beauty but that doesn't make a fool of me: you were in it for your beauty too and I loved you for your body there's a voice that sounds like God to me declaring, declaring, declaring that your body's really you And I loved you when our love was blessed and I love you now there's nothing left but sorrow and a sense of overtime and I missed you since the place got wrecked And I just don't care what happens next looks like freedom but it feels like death it's something in between, I guess it's CLOSING TIME Yeah I missed you since the place got wrecked By the winds of change and the weeds of sex looks like freedom but it feels like death it's something in between, I guess it's CLOSING TIME Yeah we're drinking and we're dancing but there's nothing really happening and the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night And my very close companion gets me fumbling gets me laughing she's a hundred but she's wearing something tight and I lift my glass to the Awful Truth which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth except to say it isn't worth a dime And the whole damn place goes crazy twice and it's once for the devil and once for Christ but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights we're busted in the blinding lights, busted in the blinding lights of CLOSING TIME The whole damn place goes crazy twice and it's once for the devil and once for Christ but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights we're busted in the blinding lights, busted in the blinding lights of CLOSING TIME Oh the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance on the polka-dots It's CLOSING TIME And it's partner found, it's partner lost and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops It's CLOSING TIME I swear it happened just like this: a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss It's CLOSING TIME The Gates of Love they budged an inch I can't say much has happened since But CLOSING TIME I loved you when our love was blessed I love you now there's nothing left But CLOSING TIME I miss you since the place got wrecked By the winds of change and the weeds of sex. |
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from Fairport Convention - Meet On The Ledge: The Classic Years (1967-1975) (2000)
Come all ye rolling minstrels
And together, we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Those that dance, will start to dance And those who don't will stay In time to [unverified] our merry tune That we play for you today So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Our fiddler, he just loves to play And that's why he plays so good And now he plays a violin Made out of solid wood So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Possessor of the magic touch And no magician he Will play for you some magic notes Instead, as you will see So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Sound of beating on the drum Song behind you'll hear And to the rhythm of guitar We hope you'll lend an ear So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Well, the man who plays the bass does make Those low notes that you hear And the high notes come from you and me For we will sing so clear So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky |
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from Fairport Convention - What We Did On Our Holidays (2000)
Come all ye rolling minstrels
And together, we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Those that dance, will start to dance And those who don't will stay In time to [unverified] our merry tune That we play for you today So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Our fiddler, he just loves to play And that's why he plays so good And now he plays a violin Made out of solid wood So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Possessor of the magic touch And no magician he Will play for you some magic notes Instead, as you will see So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Sound of beating on the drum Song behind you'll hear And to the rhythm of guitar We hope you'll lend an ear So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Well, the man who plays the bass does make Those low notes that you hear And the high notes come from you and me For we will sing so clear So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky |
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from Fairport Convention - Old-New-Borrowed-Blue (1996)
Within the fire and out upon the sea
Crazy Man Michael was walking He met with a raven with eyes black as coals And shortly they were a-talking "Your future, your future, I would tell to you Your future, you often have asked me Your true love will die by your own right hand And Crazy Man Michael will cursed be" Michael he ranted and Michael he raved And beat at the four winds with his fists-oh He laughed and he cried, he shouted and he swore For his mad mind had trapped him with a kiss-oh "You speak with an evil, you speak with a hate You speak for the devil that haunts me For is she not the fairest in all the broad land? Your sorceror's words are to taunt me" He took out his dagger of fire and of steel And struck down the raven through the heart-oh The bird fluttered long and the sky it did spin And the cold earth did wonder and start-oh "Oh, where is the raven that I struck down dead That here'd lie on the ground-oh? I see but my true love with a wound so red" Her lover's heart it did pound-oh Crazy Man Michael, he wanders and walks And talks to the night and the day-oh But his eyes they are sane and his speech it is clear And he longs to be far away-oh Michael he whistles the simplest of tunes And asks the wild woods their pardon For his true love is flown into every flower grown And he must be keeper of the garden |
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from Fairport Convention - Meet On The Ledge: The Classic Years (1967-1975) (2000)
Within the fire and out upon the sea Crazy Man Michael was walking He met with a raven with eyes black as coals And shortly they were a-talking "Your future, your future, I would tell to you Your future, you often have asked me Your true love will die by your own right hand And Crazy Man Michael will cursed be" Michael he ranted and Michael he raved And beat at the four winds with his fists-oh He laughed and he cried, he shouted and he swore For his mad mind had trapped him with a kiss-oh "You speak with an evil, you speak with a hate You speak for the devil that haunts me For is she not the fairest in all the broad land? Your sorceror's words are to taunt me" He took out his dagger of fire and of steel And struck down the raven through the heart-oh The bird fluttered long and the sky it did spin And the cold earth did wonder and start-oh "Oh, where is the raven that I struck down dead That here'd lie on the ground-oh? I see but my true love with a wound so red" Her lover's heart it did pound-oh Crazy Man Michael, he wanders and walks And talks to the night and the day-oh But his eyes they are sane and his speech it is clear And he longs to be far away-oh Michael he whistles the simplest of tunes And asks the wild woods their pardon For his true love is flown into every flower grown And he must be keeper of the garden |
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from Fairport Convention - In Real Time: Live '87 [live] (2006)
Within the fire and out upon the sea
Crazy Man Michael was walking He met with a raven with eyes black as coals And shortly they were a-talking "Your future, your future, I would tell to you Your future, you often have asked me Your true love will die by your own right hand And Crazy Man Michael will cursed be" Michael he ranted and Michael he raved And beat at the four winds with his fists-oh He laughed and he cried, he shouted and he swore For his mad mind had trapped him with a kiss-oh "You speak with an evil, you speak with a hate You speak for the devil that haunts me For is she not the fairest in all the broad land? Your sorceror's words are to taunt me" He took out his dagger of fire and of steel And struck down the raven through the heart-oh The bird fluttered long and the sky it did spin And the cold earth did wonder and start-oh "Oh, where is the raven that I struck down dead That here'd lie on the ground-oh? I see but my true love with a wound so red" Her lover's heart it did pound-oh Crazy Man Michael, he wanders and walks And talks to the night and the day-oh But his eyes they are sane and his speech it is clear And he longs to be far away-oh Michael he whistles the simplest of tunes And asks the wild woods their pardon For his true love is flown into every flower grown And he must be keeper of the garden |
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from Fairport Convention - 25Th Anniversary Pack (2006)
Morning shone among the shadows Sunlight bled upon the silence From the blackest night Must come the morning sky But yesterday was such a long time Yesterday may last forever From the barren land Yesterday might always rise Sleep, will we ever sleep Oh, to sleep in peace once again my love Tears are falling in the darkness Hearts are bleeding in the silence From the widest ocean Who would miss this smallest tear Then might always be a bad time Then might always last forever But these stormy clouds We may see them all disappear Hope has she really gone Will she ever come back again my love Sleep, will we ever sleep Oh, to sleep in peace once again to love Hope has she really gone Will she ever come home again my love |
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from Fairport Convention - Unhalfbricking (2003)
Dear landlord,
Please don't put a price on my soul. My burden is heavy, My dreams are beyond control. When that steamboat whistle blows, I'm gonna give you all I got to give, And I do hope you receive it well, Depending on the way you feel that you live. Dear landlord, Please heed these words that I speak. I know you've suffered much, But in this you are not so unique. Each of us, at times, we might work too hard To have it too fast and too much, And anyone who fills his life up With things he can see but he just cannot touch. Dear landlord, Please don't dismiss my case. I'm not about to argue, I'm not about to move to no other place. Each of us, he has his own special gifts And you know this was meant to be true, And if you don't underestimate me, I won't underestimate you. |
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from Fairport Convention - Fairport Convention (2003)
She doesn't see the day to day
No colours where the children play She doesn't see the things she's sown White crosses painted on the door See me fly, see me cry, see me walk away Every time the sun shines, to me it's a rainy day He didn't see the summer go Though he knew what the shadows know He didn't see his arm grow old He didn't feel his blood run cold See me fly, see me cry, see me walk away Every time the sun shines, to me it's a rainy day They listened to his voice grow pale No stamps were on the morning mail They all listened to the white ?truck ring? Words just didn't mean a thing See me fly, see me cry, see me walk away Every time the sun shines, to me it's a rainy day |
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from Fairport Convention - Full House (1970)
Take care daughter dear Don't dream on many gallant men tonight Take care daughter dear For a doctor comes to steal your books in the dead of night" Every ?sign? in here So wear your relic near Doctor Monk unpacks his trunk tonight "Oh, father dear I dreamed last night a man sat on my bed And I fear When I awoke I could not find my maidenhead" Every ?sign? in here So wear your relic near Doctor Monk unpacks his trunk tonight He'll have you all You fine young ladies, pure as fallen snow He'll have you all If you think upon improper things, the doctor will know Every ?sign? in here So wear your relic near Doctor Monk unpacks his trunk tonight Doctor Monk unpacks his trunk tonight |
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| from Fairport Convention - Gottle O'Geer (1976) | |||||
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from Fairport Convention - What We Did On Our Holidays (2003)
Rain comes from the east one night
We watch it come To hang like beaded curtains till the morning sun Water dripping from our clothes You, with raindrops on your nose Ask me sadly, "Please don't go away, love" "Till the rain is done," I say, "I'll stay now" Rain outside but inside we don't mind at all Shadows by the fire Slowly climb and fall Kisses fade and leave no trace Whispers vanish into space None will send me on a chase to nowhere What matters if I were the first to go there? Morning comes up from the east We watch it come And far away now rolls the angry rain god's drum You, with daybreak in your eyes Afraid to speak for telling lies I watch you search for some reply to lend me But when the rain is done we'll stop pretending |
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from Fairport Convention - Meet On The Ledge: The Classic Years (1967-1975) (2000)
Farewell, farewell to you who would hear You lonely travellers all The cold north wind will blow again The winding road does call And will you never return to see Your bruised and beaten sons? "Oh, I would, I would, if welcome I were For they love me, every one" And will you never cut the cloth Or drink the light to be? And can you never swear a year To anyone of we? "No, I will never cut the cloth Or drink the light to be But I'll swear a year to one who lies Asleep along side of me" Farewell, farewell to you who would hear You lonely travellers all The cold north wind will blow again The winding road does call |
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from Fairport Convention - What We Did On Our Holidays (2000)
Farewell, farewell to you who would hear
You lonely travellers all The cold north wind will blow again The winding road does call And will you never return to see Your bruised and beaten sons? 'Oh, I would, I would, if welcome I were For they love me, every one' And will you never cut the cloth Or drink the light to be? And can you never swear a year To anyone of we? 'No, I will never cut the cloth Or drink the light to be But I'll swear a year to one who lies Asleep along side of me' Farewell, farewell to you who would hear You lonely travellers all The cold north wind will blow again The winding road does call |
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from Fairport Convention - Full House (1970)
I've heard them lilting ?At are? you milking And I've heard them lilting Before light a-day Now they are mourning For all time a-lilting The flowers of the forest Are all ?wean? away Sad they for the order That sent them to the border The English by guile For once won the day Now they are mourning For all time a-lilting The flowers of the forest Are all ?wean? away I've heard them lilting ?At are? you milking And I've heard them lilting Before light a-day Now they are mourning For all time a-lilting The flowers of the forest Are all ?wean? away |
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from Fairport Convention - Meet On The Ledge: The Classic Years (1967-1975) (2000)
How often she has gazed from castle windows all And watched the daylight passing within her captive wall With no one to heed her call The evening hour is fading within the dwindling sun And in a lonely moment, those embers will be gone And the last of all the young birds flown Her days of precious freedom, forfeited long before To live such fruitless years behind a guarded door But those days will last no more Tomorrow, at this hour, she will be far away Much farther than these islands, for the lonely Fotheringay |
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from Fairport Convention - The History Of Fairport Convention (2000)
How often she has gazed from castle windows o'er,
And watched the daylight passing within her captive wall, With no-one to heed her call. The evening hour is fading within the dwindling sun, And in a lonely moment those embers will be gone And the last of all the young birds flown. Her days of precious freedom, forfeited long before, To live such fruitless years behind a guarded door, But those days will last no more. Tomorrow at this hour she will be far away, Much farther than these islands, Or the lonely Fotheringay <font color=white size=2> 성밖을 멍하니 바라보며 지낸지 얼마던가... 갇혀있는 벽 뒤에서 하루가 지는 모습을 지켜보며... 하지만 그녀의 외침을 듣는이는 아무도 없었지... 해가 지면서 날도 새어가네... 그 외로운 순간에도 숯은 타들어간다네... 그리고 하늘을 날던 새들도 이제는 멀어져간다네... 그녀의 자유로웠던 시절은 이미 오래전에 반납되었지... 이제는 간수가 지키는 문 뒤에서 의미없는 나날들을 보내고 있다네... 하지만, 이제 그러한 날들도 얼마 남지 않았다네... 내일 이맘때쯤, 그녀는 멀리 떠나갈거라네... 이 섬보다 훨씬 떨어진 곳으로... 외로운 Fotheringay를 떠나간다네 |
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from Fairport Convention - What We Did On Our Holidays (2000)
How often she has gazed from castle windows o'er,
And watched the daylight passing within her captive wall, With no-one to heed her call. The evening hour is fading within the dwindling sun, And in a lonely moment those embers will be gone And the last of all the young birds flown. Her days of precious freedom, forfeited long before, To live such fruitless years behind a guarded door, But those days will last no more. Tomorrow at this hour she will be far away, Much farther than these islands, Or the lonely Fotheringay <font color=white size=2> 성밖을 멍하니 바라보며 지낸지 얼마던가... 갇혀있는 벽 뒤에서 하루가 지는 모습을 지켜보며... 하지만 그녀의 외침을 듣는이는 아무도 없었지... 해가 지면서 날도 새어가네... 그 외로운 순간에도 숯은 타들어간다네... 그리고 하늘을 날던 새들도 이제는 멀어져간다네... 그녀의 자유로웠던 시절은 이미 오래전에 반납되었지... 이제는 간수가 지키는 문 뒤에서 의미없는 나날들을 보내고 있다네... 하지만, 이제 그러한 날들도 얼마 남지 않았다네... 내일 이맘때쯤, 그녀는 멀리 떠나갈거라네... 이 섬보다 훨씬 떨어진 곳으로... 외로운 Fotheringay를 떠나간다네 |
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from Fairport Convention - What We Did On Our Holidays (2003)
How often she has gazed from castle windows o'er,
And watched the daylight passing within her captive wall, With no-one to heed her call. The evening hour is fading within the dwindling sun, And in a lonely moment those embers will be gone And the last of all the young birds flown. Her days of precious freedom, forfeited long before, To live such fruitless years behind a guarded door, But those days will last no more. Tomorrow at this hour she will be far away, Much farther than these islands, Or the lonely Fotheringay <font color=white size=2> 성밖을 멍하니 바라보며 지낸지 얼마던가... 갇혀있는 벽 뒤에서 하루가 지는 모습을 지켜보며... 하지만 그녀의 외침을 듣는이는 아무도 없었지... 해가 지면서 날도 새어가네... 그 외로운 순간에도 숯은 타들어간다네... 그리고 하늘을 날던 새들도 이제는 멀어져간다네... 그녀의 자유로웠던 시절은 이미 오래전에 반납되었지... 이제는 간수가 지키는 문 뒤에서 의미없는 나날들을 보내고 있다네... 하지만, 이제 그러한 날들도 얼마 남지 않았다네... 내일 이맘때쯤, 그녀는 멀리 떠나갈거라네... 이 섬보다 훨씬 떨어진 곳으로... 외로운 Fotheringay를 떠나간다네 |
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from Fairport Convention - Old-New-Borrowed-Blue (1996)
My father he rides in your ships
And I know he would never mean harm But to see both sides of a quarrel Is to judge without hate or love Oh, oh, helpless and slow And you don't have anywhere to go You take away homes from the homeless And leave them to die in the cold The gypsy who begged for your presents He will laugh in your face when you're old Oh, oh, helpless and slow And you don't have anywhere to go Well, one man he drinks up his whiskey Another he drinks up his wine And they'll drink till their eyes are red with hate For those of a different kind Oh, oh, helpless and slow And you don't have anywhere to go When the rivers run thicker than trouble I'll be there at your side in the flood It was all I could do to keep myself >From taking revenge of blood Oh, oh, helpless and slow And you don't have anywhere to go Oh, oh, helpless and slow And you don't have anywhere to go |
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from Fairport Convention - Meet On The Ledge: The Classic Years (1967-1975) (2000)
My father he rides in your ships And I know he would never mean harm But to see both sides of a quarrel Is to judge without hate or love Oh, oh, helpless and slow And you don't have anywhere to go You take away homes from the homeless And leave them to die in the cold The gypsy who begged for your presents He will laugh in your face when you're old Oh, oh, helpless and slow And you don't have anywhere to go Well, one man he drinks up his whiskey Another he drinks up his wine And they'll drink till their eyes are red with hate For those of a different kind Oh, oh, helpless and slow And you don't have anywhere to go When the rivers run thicker than trouble I'll be there at your side in the flood It was all I could do to keep myself >From taking revenge of blood Oh, oh, helpless and slow And you don't have anywhere to go Oh, oh, helpless and slow And you don't have anywhere to go |
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from Fairport Convention - Unhalfbricking (2003)
My father he rides in your ships
And I know he would never mean harm But to see both sides of a quarrel Is to judge without hate or love Oh, oh, helpless and slow And you don't have anywhere to go You take away homes from the homeless And leave them to die in the cold The gypsy who begged for your presents He will laugh in your face when you're old Oh, oh, helpless and slow And you don't have anywhere to go Well, one man he drinks up his whiskey Another he drinks up his wine And they'll drink till their eyes are red with hate For those of a different kind Oh, oh, helpless and slow And you don't have anywhere to go When the rivers run thicker than trouble I'll be there at your side in the flood It was all I could do to keep myself >From taking revenge of blood Oh, oh, helpless and slow And you don't have anywhere to go Oh, oh, helpless and slow And you don't have anywhere to go |
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from Fairport Convention - Nine (1973)
Dylan
I woke up this mornin', there were tears in my bed They killed a man I really loved, shot him the head Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down Lord, they laid him in the ground. Sent him off to prison for a seventy-dollar robbery Closed the door behind him and threw away the key Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down Lord, they laid him in the ground. He wouldn't take shit from no one, he wouldn't bow down or kneel Authorities, they hated him because he was just too real Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down Lord, they laid him in the ground. Prison guards, they hitted him as they cursed him from above But they were frightened of his power, they were scared of his love Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down Lord, they laid him in the ground. Sometimes I think this whole world is one big prison yard Some of us are prisoners, the rest of us are guards Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down Lord, they laid him in the ground. Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down Lord, they laid him in the ground. |
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| from Fairport Convention - The Five Seasons (1990) | |||||
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| from Fairport Convention - The Five Seasons (1990) | |||||
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| from Fairport Convention - Rhythm Of The Times (2003) | |||||
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| from Fairport Convention - The History Of Fairport Convention (2000) | |||||
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| from Fairport Convention - Expletive Delighted! (1986) | |||||
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| from Fairport Convention - Gladys' Leap (1985) | |||||
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| from Fairport Convention - Rhythm Of The Times (2003) | |||||
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| from Fairport Convention - Who Knows Where The Time Goes? (1997) | |||||
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