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from Richard & Linda Thompson - In Concert November 1975 [live] (2007)
Night comes in, like some cool river
How can there be, be another day? Take my hand, oh real companion And we'll dance, dance till we fade away Oh, the songs pour down like silver They can only, only break my heart Drink the wine, the wine of lovers Lovers tired of being apart Dancing till my feet don't touch the ground I lose my mind in dance forever Lose my mind in dance forever Turn my world around Turn my world around Oh, this night is like no other And this room is ringing in my ears And these friends will never leave me And these tears are like no other tears Dancing till my feet don't touch the ground I lose my mind in dance forever Lose my mind in dance forever Turn my world around Turn my world around ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By RICHARD THOMPSON <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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Little boy running and the little girl too Got the money tucked up in their hands Over the wall and down into the street Give your money to the hollering man Give your money to the hollering man Everybody runs for Hokey Pokey Hear the ringing on the ice-cream bell He's got the stuff that'll cool you right down It's the best that they ever did sell It's the best that they ever did sell Girl on the corner with the tight dress on You know she don't know nothing so fine Feels so good when you put it in your mouth Sends a shiver all down your spine Sends a shiver all down your spine Cat got your tongue, says Frankie to Annie, girl You haven't said a word all night Well, Annie she smiled and she took another bite Hokey Pokey made her feel all right, all right Hokey Pokey made her feel all right Well, some like it round, and some like it flat And some like a poke or two But everybody runs for Hokey Pokey It's the natural thing to do It's the natural thing to do Down in prison number 999 Working like a bee in a hive He's still dreaming of Hokey Pokey Helps to keep that boy alive Helps to keep that boy alive Boss man he says to the choir-boy Rocky Don't you sing to the boys in blue Or you won't get no more Hokey Pokey By the time we're through with you By the time we're through with you Fellas in the alley all look like girls With the lipstick and the high-heeled shoes Feel so pretty and the boys all say That they know just what to do That they know just what to do |
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from Richard & Linda Thompson - Shoot Out The Lights (2004)
I hand you my ball and chain
You just hand me that same old refrain I'm walking on a wire, I'm walking on a wire And I'm falling I wish I could please you tonight But my medicine just won't come right I'm walking on a wire, I'm walking on a wire And I'm falling Too many steps to take Too many spells to break Too many nights awake And no one else This grindstone's wearing me Your claws are tearing me Don't use me endlessly It's too long, too long to myself Where's the justice and where's the sense? When all the pain is on my side of the fence I'm walking on a wire, I'm walking on a wire And I'm falling Too many steps to take Too many spells to break Too many nights awake And no one else This grindstone's wearing me Your claws are tearing me Don't use me endlessly It's too long, it's too long to myself It scares you when you don't know Whichever way the wind might blow I'm walking on a wire, I'm walking on a wire And I'm falling I'm walking on a wire, I'm walking on a wire And I'm falling I'm walking on a wire, I'm walking on a wire And I'm falling ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By RICHARD THOMPSON <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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from Richard & Linda Thompson - Shoot Out The Lights (2004)
I packed my rags, went down the hill Left my dependents a-lying still Just as the dawn was rising up I was making good speed I left a letter lying on the bed From a man in need, it read You know it's so hard, It's so hard to find Well, well, well. Who's going to cure the heart of a man in need? All of my friends don't comprehend me Their kind of style it just offends me I want to take 'em, I want to shake 'em 'Till they pay me some heed Oh, you've got to ride in one direction Until you find the right connection You know it's so hard, So, so, so, so Well, well. Who's going to cure the heart of a man in need? Who's going to give you real happiness? Who's going to give you contentedness? Who's going to lead you? Who's going to feed you? And cut you free? Well I've sailed every ship in the sea But I travelled this world in misery You know it's so hard, So hard, so hard Well, well. Who's going to cure the heart of a man in need? Well who's going to shoe your feet? Ah who's going to pay your rent? And who's going to stand by you? Well, well, well, well Who's going to cure the heart of a man in need? Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Of a man in need |
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from Richard & Linda Thompson - Shoot Out The Lights (2004)
Those backstreet women, watch what you say
You turn your back and they slide away They run next door, they give it all away Doing the slide The backstreet slide, the backstreet slide They're gonna get you, dead or alive Stab you in the back with a kitchen knife Doing the backstreet slide Do it all day, the backstreet slide Gatemouth woman leaning on the fence She's got no teeth, she's got no sense You don't need much intelligence Doing the slide The backstreet slide, the backstreet slide They're gonna get you, dead or alive Stab you in the back with a kitchen knife Doing the backstreet slide Do it all day, the backstreet slide Slide over here, slide over there Spreading that scandal everywhere Stab you in the back and they just don't care Doing the slide Now slander is a loving tongue They speak your name to everyone Never is a curse left unsung Doing the slide The backstreet slide, the backstreet slide They're gonna get you, dead or alive Stab you in the back with a kitchen knife Doing the backstreet slide Do it all day, the backstreet slide The backstreet slide, the backstreet slide They're gonna get you, dead or alive Stab you in the back with a kitchen knife Doing the backstreet slide Do it all day, the backstreet slide ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By THOMPSON <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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from Richard Thompson - Hand Of Kindness (2006)
Don't think my love is something that you can play with
I'm not the one to spend the time of day with You learn to hide love, you lock it up or find it gone You think you need me, you think you read me From the beating of my heart But you're listening to the wrong heartbeat Oh you're listening to the wrong heartbeat You're listening to the wrong heartbeat My love is strong If you should see a tear, you won't see many If you should hear me sigh, it's not for any If you should greet me as I am walking along You only want to see just the shell of me You don't know the other part Well, you're listening to the wrong heartbeat Ah, listening to the wrong heartbeat I said, you're listening to the wrong heartbeat My love is strong Oh you're listening to the wrong heartbeat Oh listening to the wrong heartbeat Oh listening to the wrong heartbeat My love is strong Don't throw your secrets where men will steal them You got to hide them, you got to seal them No matter what you try, you'll never take my love from me And if you might think that you can move me From the beating of my heart Oh you're listening to the wrong heartbeat Ah, listening to the wrong heartbeat You're listening to the wrong heartbeat My love is strong Oh yes you're listening to the wrong heartbeat You're listening to the wrong heartbeat You're listening to the wrong heartbeat My love is strong You're, you're, you're listening to the wrong heartbeat Oh listening to the wrong heartbeat Oh you're listening to the wrong heartbeat My love is strong |
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from Richard Thompson - Hand Of Kindness (2006)
Well I wove the rope and I picked the spot
Well I struck out my neck and I tightened the knot O stranger, stranger, I'm near out of time You stretch out your hand, I stretched out mine O maybe just the hand of kindness Maybe just the hand of kindness Maybe just a hand, stranger Will you reach me in time in time Well I scuppered the ship and I bent the rail Well, I cut the brakes and I ripped the sail And they called me a Jonah, it's a sin I survived Well, you stretched out your hand, I stretched out mine Maybe just the hand of kindness Well, maybe just the hand of kindness O maybe just a hand, stranger Will you reach me in time in time O shoot that old horse and break in the new O the hung are many and the living are few I see your intention, here's my neck on the line You stretch out your hand I stretched out mine Well, maybe just the hand of kindness O maybe just the hand of kindness Well, maybe just a hand, stranger Will you reach me in time in time O maybe just the hand of kindness Well, maybe just the hand of kindness Well, maybe just a hand, stranger Will you reach me in time in time |
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By Devonside she was a-marching
It was a gang of no great size And surrender was the banner that she carried And hungry was the shiver in her eyes She met a boy, his health was failing She dropped the banner and took her prize And the only food she had was bread and morphine Ah, but he fed on the shiver in her eyes By Devonside his love was drifting He looked for comfort otherwise And there never was a rope or chain about him Ah, she held him with the shiver in her eyes Ah, she said, my John, I'll be your pillow I'll be your lover, mother, whore and wife And he knew that he loved and never seen her When the light fell from the shiver in her eyes |
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Oh two left feet, two left feet
How can you dance with two left feet Two left feet, two left feet How can you dance with two left feet I love you honey, you're so sweet Just get rid of them two left feet You got no style, you got no beat All you've got is them two left feet Well, your hair is pretty and your face is a treat But I don't like your two left feet I'm not one to admit defeat But I can't win with your two left feet I love you honey, you're so sweet But I can't stand them two left feet You got no style, you got no beat All you've got is them two left feet Well, they're pulling people in off the street They all want to look at your two left feet Dance with Jimmy, dance with Pete, Don't dance with me with them two left feet I love you honey, you're so sweet Just get rid of them two left feet You got no style, you got no beat All you've got is them two left feet o I dance with you and I land on my seat That's 창??cos you dance with two left feet You could make my life complete Just get rid of them two left feet I love you honey, you're so sweet Just get rid of them two left feet You got no style, you got no beat All you've got is them two left feet O two left feet, two left feet How can you dance with two left feet Two left feet, two left feet How can you dance with two left feet I love you honey, you're so sweet Just get rid of them two left feet You got no style, you got no beat All you've got is them two left feet Oh two left feet, two left feet How can you dance with two left feet Two left feet, two left feet How can you dance with two left feet I love you honey, you're so sweet Just get rid of them two left feet You got no style, you got no beat All you've got is them two left feet |
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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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Take the sun from my heart Let me learn to despise I'll show you another who cannot tell lies The blind man can't see Who demands to his eyes I'll show you another who sings as he cries I cannot be whole As the beggar who sighs I'll show you another who knows as he dies |
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We used to say That come the day We'd all be making songs Or finding better words These ideas never lasted long The way is up Along the road The air is growing thin Too many friends who tried Were blown off this mountain with the wind Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge When my time is up I'm gonna see all my friends Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge If you really mean it, it all comes round again Yet now I see I'm all alone But that's the only way to be You'll have your chance again Then you can do the work for me Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge When my time is up I'm gonna see all my friends Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge If you really mean it, it all comes round again Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge When my time is up I'm gonna see all my friends Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge If you really mean it, it all comes round again |
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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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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 - Meet On The Ledge: The Classic Years (1967-1975) (2000)
When the stone is grown too cold to kneel
In crystal waters I'll be bound Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel Now be thankful for good things below Now be thankful to your maker For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know When the fire is grown too fierce to breathe In burning irons I'll be bound Fierce as fire weary to the sounds upon the wheel Now be thankful for good things below Now be thankful to your maker For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know When the stone is grown too cold to kneel In crystal waters I'll be bound Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel Now be thankful for good things below Now be thankful to your maker For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know |
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from Fairport Convention - Meet On The Ledge: The Classic Years (1967-1975) (2000)
Walk awhile, walk awhile,
walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree One hand in your mouth and your finger in your eye Undertakers bow their heads as you go walking by Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Here comes another Sunday, ringing on the bell And here comes a wounded child, another tale to tell Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Bring along," the brewer said, bring the cuckoo tree Bring your lady mother along to keep us company Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Two miles down the road, Henry Tompkins wife Three miles down the road and he's running for his life Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree |
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Just a roll, just a roll Just a roll on your drum Just a roll, just a roll And the war has begun Now the right thing's the wrong thing No more excuses to come Just one step at a time And the war has begunShe's run away, she's run away And she ran so bitterly Now call to your colours, friend Don't you call to meDon't you cry, don't you cry Don't you cry upon the sea Don't you cry, don't you cry For your lady and me |
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from Fairport Convention - Meet On The Ledge: The Classic Years (1967-1975) (2000)
Rise for the hangman
His pleasure is that you should rise He's the judge and the jury At the jester's assize Poor Will on the gallows tree Never a cruel word did say Oh that a good man Should be treated this way Run to me mother of anyone's child And tell me the revelry planned Judges and barristers, clerks at the law His show is the best in the land Here's a toast to the Jolly Hangman He'll hang you the best that he can Here's a toast to the Jolly No purse for a ??? No true love come over the stile The debt of a poor man He'll pay in awhile Poor ladies, poor gentleman Born of a sorry degree Will you laugh with the hangman When he comes for his fee? Run to me mother of anyone's child And tell me the revelry planned Judges and barristers, clerks at the law His show is the best in the land Here's a toast to the Jolly Hangman He'll hang you the best that he can Here's a toast to the Jolly Rise for the hangman His pleasure is that you should rise He's the judge and the jury At the jester's assize |
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from Fairport Convention - Meet On The Ledge: The Classic Years (1967-1975) (2000)
Someone told me there's a grace that leads you straight from place to place
And you always leave the road behind you You don't need your horses shod, just a dowser and his rod Leave your mistress, she won't need to find you Oh please, journeyman, help me on my way Oh please, help me please, I won't be afraid Oh please, journeyman, help me on my way Oh please, help me please, I won't be afraid Leave my weary flesh and bone to a circle made of stone Take me to the mountains for my pleasure And if the dead man won't depart, drive a stake into his heart And let me ere deliver him his leisure When you see the race is run and the dark has just begun Come on with the few and leave the many There you'll find the journeyman with a lantern in his hand He'll show you a good time for a penny |
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