Young Mother
Why must I? Nothing means anything now,
I can't believe in somethin' unreal.
Don't interfere with my mind, try to be kind,
It's down to how much you fake in the end,
You're meant to trust, to find a true friend.
And don't plead with me, I'm not bound to bleed for you,
I can't insist that you understand.
I've tried so hard you don't know, try to be kind, ...
No, no, you don't know
Back Street Luv
Summer's comin', time to dream the day away,
And she's so sunny is the girl you met today.
Will she make it? Can she take it? Like to try love, such a shy love.
Ragged backstreet, leanin' on the wall,
She weaves a story of her life before it all.
Did she give love? Could she feel love? Did she find love? Was it real love?
Where's your smile today? Did she let you down?
Try to see she didn't mean to make you feel so sad.
Ragged backstreet, sittin' on a wall,
She tells of men that she knew before it all.
When she made love she tried to find love, when she gives love she will find love.
Summer's comin', time ...
Where's your smile today ...
Jumbo
I flew home through the night, so I'd be home for the dawn.
Down through the clouds, the land beneath all covered in green.
Fly me on my way home, I've been away for so long,
Speed me on my way home, I've missed you for so long.
Sat back, watching the film, don't ask me what it was called,
For all my thoughts were far away with people I knew.
They said things over there might be a little bit strange,
But all I found the same but more, with people like me.
Fly me on my way home ...
They said I might survive, whereas others had died,
Stay in your room after dark, don't venture outside.
I'm glad I'm comin' home, back to the ways that I know,
Even though I'm glad I've seen, I'm comin' home.
Fly me on my way home ...
You Know
You cannot be the same as me, girl, you know,
You will find it works that way, you will find it works that way.
There is no sayin' what is right, wrong, you know,
But you don't like gettin' hurt, but you don't like gettin' hurt.
Why don't you stand right by my side, said the man,
But don't look back, back at me, but don't look back, back at me.
Protect yourself from all things bad, said the man,
Don't include me as being one, don't include me as being one.
Just as much, as is good, I would like, if you would,
Hey, you know, it's all right, hey, you know, it's all right.
You cannot be the same ...
Just as much ...
Protect yourself ...
Puppets
Puppets are paintin' their toes, makin' the most out of tea and toast,
Puppets are simple to find, strung up or gloved or the kind you wind.
See the marionettes makin' puppet plans,
See, he's pulling the strings, see the puppet dance.
Plastic and paper and paint, puppets are pretty, they dress so quaint,
Puppets with care carry on, dancin' the dance that they've danced too long.
See the marionettes ...
Puppets with pride in their hearts, practice the dance 'till it's time to start.
Puppets, it's time to begin, daylight is coming, the lights grow dim.
See the marionettes ...
Everdance
One day walking down the dusty street,
Two friends, travelers with weary feet.
Brother, let us leave the road a while,
Time now, drink and dance away the miles,
See what welcome yonder tavern smiles
Come with me, and now let us drink together,
Stay with me, I feel like I could dance forever.
Brother, do not tarry, come away,
This house cursed is for those who stay.
Things are not what they appear to be,
If now you desire it, look and see,
Fortune ruins those who turn the key.
Come with me, and let us go on our way together,
Stay with me, or go to the devil and dance forever.
Ten years now have passed that fateful day,
One friend, long since went his weary way.
One friend, what task fortune's hand has set.
Dry bones, sightless, still he dances yet,
Pounding feet from which no blood is let.
Come with me, and let us go on our way together,
Stay with me, or go to the devil and dance forever.
Bright Summer's Day '68
On a bright summer's day, in the middle of May,
With the sun shining down, my baby left town,
My brother broke jail.
Then my Daddy shot Mom, so I've written this song,
Just to tell all you folks out there cracking them jokes,
how I felt all along.
Oh, you came along, oh, you've heard my song,
Oh, you've got me wrong. (You never told me it'd be like this!)
Oh, you came along, oh, you found this song,
Oh, you've got me wrong. (I can't stop thinking about that bright summers day!)
On a bright summer's day ...
Oh, you came along, oh, you've heard this song,
Oh, you've got me wrong. (And I never wanted it to be like this!)
Oh, you came along, oh, you found this song,
Oh, you've got me wrong. (Now wait 'till I tell my Daddy about you!)
On a bright summer's day ...
Piece of Mind
Now turning again, turning away from the light,
Doors open then shut, corridor footsteps at night.
Wake up in the bed with the screens,
See faces that smile as you dream.
See things come to call as they crawl on the wall,
And you know it's the end.
To them it means nothing, to them it means nothing,
To them it means nothing to them at all.
Seems we're on two different wavelengths, misinterpreting, you realize
What this age of insanity, lack of humanity brings,
You know I couldn't even tell you my name.
Faces watching through the darkness,
Seems like nothing can dispel my fears
Of endless rejection by beings ethereal,
You know its just about as bad as it can.
Now I feel a little better, seems the walk has done me good, you know
I feel I'm beginning to see the existence of,
You know I never even found out quite what.
Now I really feel I'm flying, far beyond my wildest dreams to be
Alive in this prison of torturing ecstasy.
You know at first it never seemed to relate.
The river sweats
Oil and tar.
The barges drift
With the turning tide.
Red sails wide to leeward,
Swing on the heavy spar.
The barges wash
Drifting logs
Down Greenwich reach
Past the Isle of Dogs.
Let your hopes begin to falter, see your dreams begin to fade, for in
This age of enlightenment, 20th Century man you know
He'll never ever let you go back.
Maybe one day we'll be happy, living life the way we see it through our
Visions of fantasy, Harold in Italy
You know I think I'll just go back to my dreams.