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from The Peddlers - Suite London (2006)
Early, soon comes my dawn.
It appears, like my tears, Filled with care, this strange affair. Birds sing, eating to bring, Mystery’s thing, the memories cling. Won’t you share, this strange affair? Seasons can range, Temperatures change. Clouds up above, Mating with love. If only my feeling was real, I could see, I could touch, I could feel. All that I have, I could give, I could feel I was starting to live. Time. All we need is time. Give me time. |
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from The Peddlers - Suite London (2006)
It’s rainin' in London,
And clearing the air, Everyone’s item, We just don’t care. It’s raining in London, Dark turns the sky. We run for cover, Heaven starts to cry. London is folding, Clouds overhead. Streets stand out shining, Clothes feel like lead. |
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Did she see how I looked, as we walked through the streets, did she see?
Did she feel just as I, very light in my head, is this me? Did she notice my face like the kitten who's just stole the cream? Did she know what had happened that this man had just found his dream? Did she? Did she wonder at all, how I felt in my heart about this? Did she want me to tell, all the thoughts in my mind like a kiss? Did she show any thoughts, any sign about me? Hard to say. Did she have any need or a place in her heart, what’d she say? Did she? Did she? Did she? Did she? |
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Lord will I feel alright.
The world around looks so bright. There, in those night-time sights, Under those London lights. Girl will I feel so good, Right where I know I should. I’d tell all the world if I could, Just chance being understood. We just stood and looked at each other, Lazy looks with a neon cover. Simple thoughts with an ultimate reason, Changing thoughts like an in-out season. Green turns red it keeps on turning, Live the net those lights keep burning. Fast spinning wheels are making my head spin, Selling big deals like I’m in car movin'. |
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from The Peddlers - Suite London (2006)
A rainbow passed me by,
Making the river alive. A cloud began to cry, Making the sound alive. Then it started to give a reflection's conceptions, The river leapt to life, mmm, started to live. I reached down for that rainbow, River gives a smile. I couldn’t touch that rainbow, I couldn’t reach that mile. One just can’t deceive a reflection's deceptions, The banks began to give, mmm, started to live. Roll on, roll on, river. Why surprised, oh river? Keep on rolling, river. Will you ever stop? Never! ‘Twas born a brand new song, The river started to sing. I saw how things must be, Only the river could ring. It’s sure clear to me; so revealing, so appealing, The floor began to give, mmm, started to live. Roll on, roll on, river. Why so surprised, oh river? Keep on moving, river. Will you ever stop? |
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from The Peddlers - Suite London (2006)
Old man there, people stare,
Thinking back, to God knows where. Always back from where he’s been. I have seen, I have seen. Time goes so slow, Days come and go, But I know, Yes I know. New born son, life has won. Take first steps, then he’ll run, Run away, from all that’s been. I have done, I have seen. Time goes so slow, Days come and go, But I know, Yes I know. |
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The turn of a clock,
The time of the day. A point of a dream, But so far away. But it's here, today, Just one year, and a day. A change in my time, Another grey hair. The tune is unchanged, Lord maybe I'm unaware. But it's here, today, Just one year, and a day. |
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from The Peddlers - Suite London (2006)
Early, soon comes my dawn.
It appears, like my tears, Filled with care, this strange affair. Birds sing, eating to bring, Mystery’s thing, the memories cling. Won’t you share, this strange affair? Seasons can range, Temperatures change. Clouds up above, Mating with love. If only my feeling was real, I could see, I could touch, I could feel. All that I have, I could give, I could feel I was starting to live. Time. All we need is time. Give me time. |
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from The Peddlers - Suite London (2006)
This is it,
This is right where I am. This is it, This is where life began. Shadows of yesterday, Still in my memory, Thank you time, This is right now! This is it, This is what life is for. This is it, Life is an open door. Shadows of yesterday, Still in my memory, Thank you time, Thank you time. Shadows of yesterday, Still in my memory, Thank you time, Thank you time... Thank you! This is it, This is what life is for. This is it, This is what life is for. This is it girl, This is where I stand. This is it, This is where I stand. This is it. Thank you time. Thank you time. Thank you time. |
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from The Peddlers - Suite London (2006)
The turn of a clock,
The time of the day. A point of a dream, But so far away. But it's here, today, Just one year, and a day. A change in my time, Another grey hair. The tune is unchanged, Lord maybe I'm unaware. But it's here, today, Just one year, and a day. |
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from The Peddlers - Suite London (2006)
In a-the mornin',
Starts a-my life. With a-my manah, She's my wife. Every mornin', Spring comes in, With my manah, Life begins. Manah, manah, Manah, man. Manah, manah, Manah, man. Manah, manah, Manah, man. Like spring water, Fresh and clear. Nice to touch her, Hold her near. With a-my manah, Life is so sweet. Makes a man feel, Oh so neat. Manah, manah, Manah, man. Manah, manah, Manah, man. Manah, manah, Manah manah man. Manah, manah, Manah, manah. Manah, manah, Manah manah, manah. Manah, manah, Ma- manah man. Ad-lib to end. |
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Have you ever been to Georgia, ooh,
Where the land is green with growing, I wanna take you there. Have you ever been to Georgia, There's an angel there been sowing, I wanna show you where. Have you ever been to Georgia, baby, yeah? Have you ever been to Georgia, USA? You will see the world's savannah, ooh, In the season of the spring-time. There's been a little rain. Like the folding of the manah, ooh, Then comes the gift of sunshine, Through the rolling plane. Have you ever been to Georgia, USA? Have you ever never been there on your way? Georgia's a-like a woman, Sometimes she is mean. Stormy like the weather, She will treat you mean. I will a-never leave here, A mother of my child, Got to get together, Georgia drives me wild. Have you ever been to Georgia, USA? Have you ever never been there on your way? Have you ever been to Georgia, USA? Have you ever never been there on your way? Georgia, Georgia, Georgia, Georgia, USA. Georgia, Georgia, Georgia, You broke my mind every night and day, hey. Georgia, Georgia, Georgia, Georgia, Georgia, USA. Georgia, Georgia, Georgia, gone, You broke my mind every night, every day, every time I think of Georgia, Georgia, Georgia, Georgia, USA. Ad lib to end. |
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from The Peddlers - Suite London (2006)
Sing me an old song,
Like we used to sing. Sing me an old song, So I can do my thing. Sing out an old song, Sing it loud and clear. Make it an old song, The number-one last year. Songs, ain't the same. Something different, they ain't so pretty. Ain't, that a shame. What a pity 'cause I miss that ditty. Let's make it clear. Something old I can whistle and sing. We, wanna hear. Cut me loose so I can do my thing. Make it a love song. Make it full of soul. Make it a heart song. Make it rock and roll. Sing about people. And the children too. So how about an old song to make it nice and new. Songs, ain't the same. Something different, they ain't so pretty. Ain't, that a shame. What a pity 'cause I miss that ditty. Let's make it clear. Something old I can whistle and sing. We, wanna hear. Cut me loose so I can do my thing. Sing about it. Sing about it. Sing me, sing me, sing me, Sing me an old song. Sing me, sing me, sing me, Sing me an old song. Bring me back a memory that's passed, A real nice tune that'll last and last, Sing me, sing me, sing me, sing me, sing. |
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from The Peddlers - Suite London (2006)
Ooh, into my view,
Can't you feel the pain? We can sit together, We can talk again. The people (?), Will frown behind their doors. Their eyelids closed, On man-made souls. Ivory towers, and casket loans. White-upon-white, Marble floors. Make green birds, And little green legs, Little (?) with red on their heads. How lush, was the forest, In the (?), Can't you see the pain? |
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