Lyrics 'n' Pics

[sea horse]

Baby when I met you
There was peace unknown,
I set out to get you
With a fine tooth comb,
I was soft inside,
There was something goin' on.

You do something to me
That I can't explain,
Hold me closer and I feel no pain
Every beat of my heart,
We got something going on
Tender love is blind,
It requires no dedication,
All this love we feel
Needs no conversation
We can ride it together aha,
Making love with each other aha,

chorus

Islands in the stream,
That is what we are,
No one in between,
How can we be wrong,
Sail away with me,
To another world,
And we rely on each other aha,
From one lover to another aha.

I can live without you
If the love was gone,
Everything is nothing
if you got no one
And you just walk in the night,
Slowly losing sight of the real thing,

But that won't happen to us
And we got no doubt,
Too deep in loving
we got no way out
And the message is clear
This could be the year for the real thing.
No more will you cry,
Baby I will hurt you never,
We start and end as one in love forever
We can ride it together aha,
Making love with each other aha

chorus

near Bingen............and............farther down the Strom Stream

[fingerpost]

STREETS OF PHILADELPHIA

I was bruised and battered and I couldn't tell
What I felt
I was unrecognisable to myself
I saw my reflection in a window I didn't know
My own face
Oh brother are you gonna leave me
Wastin' away
On the streets of Philadelphia

I walked the avenue till my legs felt like stone
I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone
At night I could hear the blood in my veins
Black and whispering as the rain
On the streets of Philadelphia

Ain't no angel gonna greet me
It's just you and I my friend
My clothes don't fit me no more
I walked a thousand miles
Just to slip this skin

The night has fallen, I'm lyin' awake
I can feel myself fading away
So receive me brother with your faithless kiss
Or will we leave each other alone like this
On the streets of Philadelphia.

[Pooka]

Rhapsody
Dan Segal

Well, it's an instrumental
... but that's what it sounds like.

[dulcinea]

urchin said:

Ich hört' ein Bächlein rauschen Wohl aus dem Felsenquell, Hinab zum Tale rauschen So frisch und wunderhell. Ich weiß nicht, wie mir wurde, Nicht, wer den Rat mir gab, Ich mußte auch hinunter Mit meinem Wanderstab. Hinunter und immer weiter Und immer dem Bache nach, Und immer frischer rauschte Und immer heller der Bach. Ist das denn meine Straße? O Bächlein, sprich, wohin? Du hast mit deinem Rauschen Mir ganz berauscht den Sinn. Was sag ich denn vom Rauschen? Das kann kein Rauschen sein: Es singen wohl die Nixen Tief unten ihren Reihn. Laß singen, Gesell, laß rauschen Und wandre fröhlich nach! Es gehn ja Mühlenräder In jedem klaren Bach.

I hear a brooklet rushing Right out of the rock's spring, Down there to the valley it rushes, So fresh and wondrously bright.. I know not, how I felt this, Nor did I know who gave me advice; I must go down With my wanderer's staff. Down and always farther, And always the brook follows after; And always rushing crisply, And always bright is the brook. Is this then my road? O, brooklet, speak! where to? You have with your rushing Entirely intoxicated my senses. But why do I speak of rushing? That can't really be rushing: Perhaps the water-nymphs are singing rounds down there in the deep. Let it sing, my friend, let it rush, And wander joyously after! Mill-wheels turn In each clear brook.

[fingerpost]

Via Con Me

Via via Vieni via con me.
Entra in questo amore buio
Non perderti per niente al mondo
Via via ~
Non perderti per niente al mondo
Lo spettacolo d’arte varia
Di uno innamorato di te ~

Via via Vieni via con me.
Entra in questo amore buio pieno di uomini.
Via via entra e fatti un bagno caldo
C’é un accappatoio azzurro
Fuori piove, un mondo freddo ~

[Nurse Duckett]

A Bunch of Lonesome Heros

A bunch of lonesome and very quarrelsome heroes
Were smoking out along the open road
The night was very dark and thick between them,
Each man beneath his ordinary load.
I’d like to tell my story,
Said one of them so young and bold,
I’d like to tell my story,
Before I turn into gold.

Hero Brothers:



But no one really could hear him,
The night so dark and thick and green
Well I guess that these heroes must always live there
Where you and I have only been.
Put out your cigarette, my love,
You’ve been alone too long
And some of us are very hungry now
To hear what it is you’ve done that was so wrong.

Unsung Heros:



I sing this for the crickets,
I sing this for the army,
I sing this for your children
And for all who do not need me.
I’d like to tell my story,
Said one of them so bold,
Oh yes, I’d like to tell my story
’cause you know I feel I’m turning into gold.

[dulcinea]

Azzurro

Cerco l'estate tutto l'anno
e all'improvviso eccola qua.
Lei è partita per le spiagge
e sono solo quassù in città,
sento fischiare sopra i tetti
un aeroplano che se ne va.

Azzurro,
il pomeriggio è troppo azzurro
e lungo per me.
Mi accorgo
di non avere più risorse,
senza di te,
e allora
io quasi quasi prendo il treno
e vengo, vengo da te,
ma il treno dei desideri
nei miei pensieri all'incontrario va.

Sembra quand'ero all'oratorio,
con tanto sole, tanti anni fa.
Quelle domeniche da solo
in un cortile, a passeggiar...
ora mi annoio più di allora,
neanche un prete per chiacchierar...

Azzzurro...

Cerco un pò d'Africa in giardino,
tra l'oleandro e il baobab,
come facevo da bambino,
ma qui c'è gente, non si può più,
stanno innaffiando le tue rose,
non c'è il leone, chissà dov'è...

Azzurro...

[Pooka]

I have dreamed thee too long Never seen thee or touched thee But known thee with all of my heart Half a prayer, half a song Thou hast always been with me Though we have been always apart

Dulcinea... Dulcinea I see heaven when I see thee, Dulcinea And thy name is like a prayer An angel whispers... Dulcinea... Dulcinea If I reach out to thee Do not tremble and shrink From the touch of my hand on thy hair Let my fingers but see Thou art warm and alive And no phantom to fade in the air Dulcinea... Dulcinea I have sought thee, sung thee Dreamed thee, Dulcinea Now I've found thee And the world shall know thy glory Dulcinea... Dulcinea Man of La Mancha

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Well, that song often plays
in my mind for some reason.

[Nurse Duckett]

Personal Column : Words & Music: Jake Thackray

Right behind the headlines of the papers there's a space entitled Personal.
And since I'm young and sensitive it's always there I turn to first of all
For in between the vibro-massage, sauna baths, the rubber goods, the corsetry



Someone sends a message that is classified as advertising Agony.

Agony will always find a way.
You read there every day
True-life love stories, taken short.
Agony at seven-and-a-kick a time,
A stifled sob a line,
A list of breaking hearts and surgical supports.

"Molly, will you please come home. I miss you. Will you please forgive me?
I love you very much and I am sorry for what I did. Love, Sidney."



"Artistic photographs, plain paper covers, fifty-nine-and-sixpence, postage free."
"Unsightly hair on arms and legs and faces is removed quite painlessly."

Who knows if wayward Molly will return?
Does Sidney really yearn?
And if he does, does Molly care?
What quarrel set them at each other's throats?
Did Sidney send for postcards through the post?
Or did Molly grow superfluous hair everywhere?

"Widow, 46 would like sophisticated gentleman to contact her.
Similar interests and with a view to friendliness. Motor car preferred."



"Mrs Ivy Armitage thanks all her friends for kindnesses when times were hard."
And "The Honorable Dicky Cholmondley is not sending anybody any Christmas cards."

"Dynamic methods Strengthen and Refine
The Power of your Mind"
In case your memories are none too good;
And if you cannot manage on your own
Take out a personal loan.
There's no security, it's understood.

"Seven days’ free trial for an anti-nuclear shelter. No obligations at all."
And there's news of debutantes coming out with all the customary Belgrave balls.,


Ten shillings reward: Box No. 33 has gone and lost her budgerigar.
"Happy Birthday darling Sheila from your Mummy and your Daddy, wherever you are."

Right behind the headlines of the papers there's a space entitled Personal
And for those who get the agony, that's the place to turn to first of all.

[Benbow]

For today, and every day of violence:


Fragile

If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one,
Drying in the colour of the evening sun.
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away,
But something in our minds will always stay.
Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime's argument,
That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could,
For all those born beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are.

On and on the rain will fall,
Like tears from a star,
Like tears from a star.
On and on the rain will say,
How fragile we are,
How fragile we are.

On and on the rain will fall,
Like tears from a star
Like tears from a star.
On and on the rain will say,
How fragile we are,
How fragile we are.
How fragile we are,
How fragile we are.

Sting.

[Pooka]

benbow said:

For today, and every day of violence:


Fragile .. Sting.

[dulcinea]

Imagine

Imagine there's no heaven,
It's easy if you try,
No hell below us,
Above us only sky,
Imagine all the people
living for today...

Imagine there's no countries,
It isnt hard to do,
Nothing to kill or die for,
No religion too,
Imagine all the people
living life in peace...

Imagine no possesions,
I wonder if you can,
No need for greed or hunger,
A brotherhood of man,
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...

You may say Im a dreamer,
but Im not the only one,
I hope some day you'll join us,
And the world will live as one.

[Nurse Duckett]

Lennon/McCartney

For the benefit of Mr. Kite
There will be a show tonight on trampoline
The Hendersons will all be there
Late of Pablo Fanques Fair-what a scene
Over men and horses hoops and garters
Lastly through a hogshead of real fire!
In this way Mr. K. will challenge the world!

The celebrated Mr. K.
Performs his feat on Saturday at Bishopsgate
The Hendersons will dance and sing
As Mr. Kite flys through the ring don't be late
Messrs. K and H. assure the public
Their production will be second to none
And of course Henry The Horse dances the waltz!

[Upsetter]

dulcinea said:

urchin said:

Ich hört' ein Bächlein rauschen Wohl aus dem Felsenquell, Hinab zum Tale rauschen So frisch und wunderhell. Ich weiß nicht, wie mir wurde, Nicht, wer den Rat mir gab, Ich mußte auch hinunter Mit meinem Wanderstab. Hinunter und immer weiter Und immer dem Bache nach, Und immer frischer rauschte Und immer heller der Bach. Ist das denn meine Straße? O Bächlein, sprich, wohin? Du hast mit deinem Rauschen Mir ganz berauscht den Sinn. Was sag ich denn vom Rauschen? Das kann kein Rauschen sein: Es singen wohl die Nixen Tief unten ihren Reihn. Laß singen, Gesell, laß rauschen Und wandre fröhlich nach! Es gehn ja Mühlenräder In jedem klaren Bach.

I hear a brooklet rushing Right out of the rock's spring, Down there to the valley it rushes, So fresh and wondrously bright.. I know not, how I felt this, Nor did I know who gave me advice; I must go down With my wanderer's staff. Down and always farther, And always the brook follows after; And always rushing crisply, And always bright is the brook. Is this then my road? O, brooklet, speak! where to? You have with your rushing Entirely intoxicated my senses. But why do I speak of rushing? That can't really be rushing: Perhaps the water-nymphs are singing rounds down there in the deep. Let it sing, my friend, let it rush, And wander joyously after! Mill-wheels turn In each clear brook.

Where's the old trout!!?

I stood beside a brooklet

that sparkled on its way

and there beside a brooklet

a tiny trout did play

As swiftly as an arrow

He darted to and fro

Amonst the Reeds

And hollows

Upsetter says Hello!

[Upsetter]

Can I just say that I'm madly in love with Dulcie for no apparent reason.

:/

I felt a sudden urge to say that.