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Whimsica Sardonica
01:45
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Allez! Dansez!
03:01
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Mesdames Messieurs, bon soir
S’il vous plait,
Venez dedans avec moi.
Enchante.
S’installez-vous la, ou comme vous voulez
Je vous en prie
Vous desirez quelquechose a boire?
Allez dansez!
Je te cherche de Pigalles a Montmartre
Je me souviens les etoiles brillantes
La Gare de Lyon
A sept heures moins le quart
Le train a quai onze, voie neuf
A viens de partir
Laisse-moi tomber, cherie
Je t’en prie
Vous desirez autrechose
Allez, dansez!
Je te cherche de Pigalles a Montmartre
Je me souviens les etoiles brillantes
A la prochaine messieurs ‘dames,
a bientot a tous!
J’espere qu’on a passer
une bonne soiree avec nous.
Laisse-le tomber, cherie
Maintenant, C’est termine?
Vous desirez autrechose, c’est vrai.
Allez, dansez........
Allez dansez mon amour
Allez dansez
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Anything and everything I care about
I find in you
and only you
The earth and sky, the sun and moon
My Twist & Shout
You’re the one
The only one
I know you’d never let me down
With the notices in
I don’t care what they say
Darling, it’s starting to show.....
I wouldn’t change a thing about you
I wouldn’t change a thing about you
And anyone who’s ever loved would feel the same
That much is true
Forever blue
You and I - it’s do or die,
a burning flame
I’ll find a way
The only way
I know you’d never let me down
With the notices in,
I don’t care what they say
Darling, there’s one thing I know.....
I wouldn’t change a thing about you
I wouldn’t change a thing about you
The piercing cry of siren voices
From ne’er do wells and their Hobson’s Choices
The die is cast, what more can I do?
Baby, I think the world of you.......
I wouldn’t change a thing about you
I wouldn’t change a thing about you
I don’t care what they say
I think the world of you.
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4. |
The Knowledge Tree
03:27
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Maybe I’m young enough,
Rich enough, strong enough.
And maybe I’ll never know,
What it all means.
Forever’s so limiting,
Considering the state I’m in.
Maybe I’ll just fall apart at the seams.
Come to me,
Run with me,
To The Sea of Life
And The Knowledge Tree.
I want you,
I need you.
Kaleidoscope travelling,
Spinning loose, unravelling.
Fragmented, then shattering,
And dashed to the floor.
Revealed in a dream to me,
In a word, a prophesy,
A fate worse than destiny,
Have I been here before?
Comfort me,
Long for me,
To the Sea of Life,
And the Knowledge Tree.
I want you,
I need you.
Where the river starts flowing,
There’s no way of knowing
I want you,
I need you.
Come to me,
Run with me,
To The Sea of Life,
And The Knowledge Tree.
I want you,
I need you.
Where the river starts flowing,
There’s no way of knowing.
I want you,
I need you.
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Spring Bank Holiday
03:28
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Set fair for an English Summer
To the coast in the driving rain
As luck would have it
On a Spring Bank Holiday
A23, like a car park
There’s a tear-up in the near-side lane
Fisticuffs
on a Spring Bank Holiday!
Said I borrow my brother’s car
Fan belt snapped on the hard shoulder
Glove box stockings - I’m on my way
Part of the fun on a Spring Bank Holiday
Take a ride on the rollercoaster
Stretch the legs on the Promenade
Strawberry Mivvi,
or a mint choc chip sundae?
I met her by the seafood stall
She warmed my cockles and that’s not all
Too much to drink, I’m in a two and eight
Will I make the starting gate?
Easter Sunday to Whitsuntide
Saddle up and come for a ride!
Nylon sheets, a guaranteed sea view
Squint a bit and you’re in Corfu
slap and tickle, you have been warned
One false move and it’s 3rd degree burns!
Set fair for an English Summer
Then back to work in the pouring rain
As luck would have it
On a Spring Bank Holiday
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6. |
Impossible Dream
04:18
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7. |
Jane Seymour
04:09
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Sometimes I think I’m Jane Seymour
Holed up in my Hamptons hideaway
Down the colonial staircase
In a cloud of organza, taffeta and white lace.
Escape through the doors to the terrace
And the old philipinos scatter in all directions.
They’re the best you know - so deferential
To friends and loved ones and relations.
But there’s another side to me
My brow glows most with sweat
You’ve seen me give birth with my feet in the stirrups a hundred times or more
And yet my figure just springs back into shape.
Ensconced in my luxury show home
The pages upon my knee
Sometimes I think I’m Jane Seymour
How does that feel?
But there’s another side to me
My brow glows most with sweat
You’ve seen me give birth with my feet in the stirrups a hundred times or more
And yet my figure just springs back into place.
Sometimes I think I'm Jane Seymour
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Look away, if you know that it’s true.
Provincial girl, she means nothing to you.
Working for people in a kiss ‘n’ tell,
Just tip your dreams down the wishing well.
She could have anything she wants,
Green Shield Stamp’s and fancy restaurants.
Sun-kissed lovers walking hand in glove,
A gilded lily truly from above.
Quick silver flashes in the palm of my hand,
Then slipping through my fingers like the finest sand.
And ringing in my ears like a reprimand,
You’ll forgive me for asking.....
What’s the world coming to?
The old Brigadier would surely never approve.
And the wretched Daily Mail says that would never do.
What’s the world coming to?
Where’s her heart, if not on her sleeve?
She plays her part with indelicate ease.
Could never tell, was she happy, or sad?
Half as good, or merely twice as bad?
Cliveden clinches by the fireside,
I do my best to quell the incoming tide.
Avoiding Ivanov, or Ulysses,
It never pays to be too eager to please.
Quick silver flashes in the palm of my hand,
Then slipping through my fingers like the finest sand.
Then shouting from the rooftops like a firebrand.
I’d be forgiven for thinking.....
So What’s the world coming to?
Like a Vicar’s daughter always in the news,
Am I the rolling drunk howling at the moon.
What’s the world coming to?
I’d be forgiven for asking.....
What’s the world coming to?
You step in something nasty in your brand new shoes.
Trousers round your ankles, there’s too much to lose,
What’s the world coming to?
Look away
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9. |
High
03:48
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Lyrics by Wendon Davis
She almost made me cry
But I wasn’t a naughty boy.
She slammed the door behind me
And her picture hit the floor
She said that you were out
That I shouldn’t waste my time
She said there’s so much more
I can do in this world
So much more I could do with my life
She said, ‘now close the curtains
And don’t sit down on the fence’.
She said, ‘kick back and relax
And taste in the pleasures that we spoke of......’
High
High
Let’s get high!
Oh Yeah!
High
High
Let’s get high!
One look that said it all,
Her calling and her business.
An empty house, had to phone a friend,
‘My class she wants to witness!’
Activities were never ending,
Dancing and transatlantic flights.
She left her man, but not his money
On those long Las Vegas nights.
She said, ‘now close the curtains
And don’t sit down on the fence’.
She said, ‘kick back and relax
And taste in the pleasures I may have mentioned......’
High
High
Let’s get high!
Oh Yeah!
High
High
Let’s get high!
The Preacher there - he looked like a King
And a drive-through wedding is the real thing
We never knew ‘til one month later
When we unwrapped the candles
And the cocktail shaker.....
She said, ‘now close the curtains
And don’t sit down on the fence’.
She said, ‘kick back and relax
And taste in the pleasures that we spoke of......’
High
High
Let’s get high!
Oh Yeah!
High
High
Let’s get high!
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10. |
Into These Arms
03:25
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Lyrics by Wendon Davis.
I know that you will wait for him
In the secret of your memories
I know that you will lie for him
And if I could I’d wait for you
If waiting’s all I had to do
And if I could I’d follow you
If you walk into these arms
They will never walk away
I know you said you’d wait for him
I said you’d feel the same way I feel about you
I love you endlessly
If you walk into these arms
They will never walk away
From you
Walk away from you
Walk away
Walk away from you
Oh no darling
And if I feel the way you do
And if I want the same as you
I’d surely have to walk away from you
If you walk into these arms
They will never walk away
Walk away
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11. |
Make It So
04:13
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When Willie sang you’re on my mind -
Not fleetingly - but all the time,
He knew something.
He knew someone.
Serendipity, or happenstance?
To roll again, or bet the farm?
Who are you running to,
Or running from?
What’s to become of us?
I’d really like to know.
It’s not enough to feel this way,
It doesn’t make it so.
Etiquette and epithets,
Inspect the range -
I’ve got the set.
Does that trouble you,
As it troubles me?
Words and sounds and images,
Through England’s towns and villages.
Engraved in me
Indelibly.
What’s to become of us?
I think we should be told.
Is it enough to say these things?
It doesn’t make it so.
Is it me in the darkness?
Is it you?
Or is it me?
The hollyhocks and four leaf clover,
I stumble through over and over,
I ask myself.
Have I fooled myself?
From first to last and last to first,
Lest not a blessing become a curse....
It’s how it plays,
And not the hand itself.
What’s to become of us?
I’d really love to know.
It’s not enough to feel this way,
It doesn’t make it so.
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The Friends Of Norman Havelock England, UK
In 2000, little-known ‘60s songwriter, Norman Havelock shuffled off this mortal coil, a largely forgotten
man.
Now, 21 years later, his creative genius burns ever brighter as The Friends of Norman Havelock re-imagine his work for audiences anew!
11 tunes came to light initially, one per year from 1960 to 1970, acting as a veritable almanac through that most culturally thrilling of decades!
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