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Beautiful World
03:54
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Make it go away, I've got two years to pay
I think it takes the rest of my life
Oh what a beautiful world when we arrived
Some people say rome wasn't built in a day
I'm gonna tear it all down tonight
Oh what a beatiful world when we get it right
They say you've got to be crazy
You've got to be out of your stupid mind
But if I am crazy
Who's that standing there
Won't you hear my prayer
The goat's in the kitchen, everbody's bitchin'
They can't get nothing for free
Oh what a beautiful world it's gonna be.
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2. |
Restless in my Sleep
03:43
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I see a big wheel spinning round
My feet don't hardly touch the ground
My soul it wanders while the small hours creep
I'm so restless, restless in my sleep
Who I am and what I've been
The devil wants me for my sins
Loose living, what a crop I reap
I'm so restless, restless inmy sleep
Pretty women playing games
Friends I've lost, forgotten name
All my plans and my talk are cheap
Keep me restless, restless in my sleep
Hound dog crying to the wind
When will I see my baby again
Lonesome wishes piled up in a heap
Yes I'm restless, restless in my sleep.
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3. |
Missing Persons
04:40
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Try to remember every face
Looking through a book of photographs
Once you would have learned but now that's in the past
Are they gone for good
Your friends never understood
They're missing persons
Waves of confusion fill the air
How can anyone be so naive
The future was a dream but now you don't believe
When you hear the news you cry
It's so hard to choose
They're missing persons
Girl who was waiting, waits there still
Sailing from the coast of India, headed for another shore
There's always more
Like a distant sun you adore
Could be any one
Of missing persons
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4. |
Minstrel Tune
05:02
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No ocean and no desert will ever bar my way
I made my home in palaces from Peking to Bombay
Snow wastes of Siberia, gutters in Milan
The madness of Manhattan, gardens in Japan
Sing minstrel true, you keepers of the flame
For what I bring to you I ask no wealth or fame
Songs that I bring and the tale that I sing is of you
Man is a boy and the boy is a child born of you
Forever left to wander, forever to be heard
By peasant and by conqueror, by sombre and absurd
My road it runs like mystery, my steed is this guitar
The confidante of heroes, you'll find me where they are
Sing minstrel true, you keepers of the flame
For what I bring to you I ask no wealth or fame
Songs that I bring and the tale that I sing is of you
Man is a boy and the boy is a child born of you
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5. |
Brian Jones
04:49
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The stars are coming out of a big black limousine
We all get so excited, hear that teenage scream
The policeman's laughing like a millionaire
You can run down to the café
But Brian Jones ain't there
it's a rainy day in Holborn, it's Ready Steady Go
To take the day off school and wait by the studio
We're the small town people, looking for some fresh air
So I run down to the café
To see if B.J's there
He's sitting by the window, jacket coloured green
Crazy orange hair, smiling like a dream
So I run from the café and the secret I share
It's the same cup of coffee
But Brian Jones ain't there.
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Troubamour
04:12
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We took the road to Cadaquès
And crossed the mountain to Gerona
Chasing down the last days of spring
Feeling like the motorbike had wings
And there the voice of the wind
She became our close companion
All those songs we sought but never found
Came to us with two wheels on the ground
My Troubamour, d'you feel the wind carress our fever
My Troubamour, you're close and you are warm
My Troubamour, the memories of the night still linger
While ancient songs of love flow through our dreams
Of all the things i ever did
So many dreams they come for no-one
All my hopes were seeds on the wind
Always looking for the rainbow's end
You said the sky was full of tears
That we could watch from your window
Every drop that fell to kiss the ground
Every drop that fell without a sound
My Troubamour, d'you feel the wind carress our fever
My Troubamour, you're close and you are warm
My Troubamour, the memories of the night still linger
While ancient songs of love flow through our dreams
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7. |
Bitter Wind
07:43
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No-one's to blame, you can't guarantee a rosy future
Still we made a few days shine
Your crusade, those trips we made across the south
The passion and the sympathy
Where were they left behind
London boys, still addicted to the noise
Too old to care or see what's going on
London boys, we never really had the choice
It's what you love that keeps you moving on
It's a bitter wind will be your only friend
He'll stay with you until the end
The bitter wind is blowing free again
The sun may shine but all you'll find will be the bitter wind
What a shame, life will never be the same
In the land of hopes and dreams the stairs always go down
Pass through the door marked 'I always wanted more'
Welcome to the world
Just like it was before
It's a bitter wind will be your only friend
He'll stay with you until the end
The bitter wind is blowing free again
The sun may shine but all you'll find will be the bitter wind
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8. |
Il Faut Travailler
04:07
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Il faut travailler
There's always work to do
Ilfaut travailler
Until the day is through
If I had my way i'd live a life of ease
It's time to come down from the trees
Il faut travailler
One day my father spoke to me, he said ' Son here's the truth
You'll never be a rich man or have eternal youth
The fruit of all your labour won't be a life of ease
It's better to do like the monkeys do
And hang out in the trees'.
Did you ever here Aristotle or sophocles exclaim
The key to human suffering is our pursuit of gain
I love my Grecian island, so tranquil in the sun
With nothing to do but think all day
And sit here on my bum
This world is all temptation, we're none of us immune
The priest says bless the poor man
But I think I've heard that tune
You may have a friend in Jesus, it might be God you fear
But when your in your socks and the landlord knocks
You'd better get your arse in gear
In this reckless race of humans we all must come and go
No-one gets out of here alive, that's the only thing we know
So we'd like a little comfort to make our passage sweet
Before we're buried in a box, a little taste of easy street
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9. |
Wooden Boats
05:59
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We sat upon the rocks and tried to sing aloud
A company of friends, a thinning crowd
And I felt the city melt, my mask had dropped away
Some sleeping, some entranced
We welcomed in the day
Your wooden boats will carry on
And bring you to the midnight sun
Your wooden boats were made to fear
Nothing..
The water still and deep, vast pools of crystal blue
I saw that you belonged and I was there with you
Your wooden boats will carry on
And bring you to the midnight sun
Your wooden boats were made to fear
Nothing..
Now I see how you dream and what your strength is for
A world you haven't seen is coming to your door
Your wooden boats will carry on
And bring you to the midnight sun
Your wooden boats were made to fear
Nothing..
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10. |
The Melody Escaped Me
04:45
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I've been building a picture of how it all could be
I'm sitting right beside you but the picture's all I see
In a cycle of dramas and played out one-night stands
I reached for you and hoped you'd take my hand
The melody escaped me, I must have heard it wrong
The tune seemes so familiar
Now suddenly it's gone
Somehow I'll find my lover
and then I will be sure
I must have been a fool to believe I'd have it all
But the melody escaped me
Fate scorns the lover, the fevered thought is lost
You lose the ground beneath you and discover to your cost
that midsummer madness, you bathe in its' sweet rain
To find you're only going round again
The melody escaped me, I must have heard it wrong
The tune seemes so familiar
Now suddenly it's gone
Somehow I'll find my lover
and then I will be sure
I must have been a fool to believe I'd have it all
But the melody escaped me
You're beautiful, no-one will ever tell me no
So beautiful, no-one will ever tell me
As we pull our bodies from the dust
Who knows who to love and who to trust
Nothing stays the same, it's flowing endlessly
But for a moment I thought I heard the perfect melody
The melody escaped me, I must have heard it wrong
The tune seemes so familiar
Now suddenly it's gone
Somehow I'll find my lover
and then I will be sure
I must have been a fool to believe I'd have it all
I must have been a fool to believe I'd take it all
I must have been a fool to believe I'd know at all
But the melody escaped me.
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11. |
Long Gone Heart Song
05:01
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I'm going down to the river to see what I can find
You know i'm just a poor boy with trouble on his mind
And when I get to the river I'll lay down my weary head
Gonna dream of the ocean
Carried down from the river bed
I've got a soul that loves to wander, a heart that needs to roam
Don't owe anybody anything, i'll make any place my home
I like smell of the pine tree, feel the needles below my feet
I'll be alone but not lonesome
A stranger to everyone I meet
And it's a long gone heart song to me
And I'm long gone, heart-worn but free
What's near and what's distant - it's all a state of mind
If I could I'd bring the forest here, take the long way back that winds
'Cos there's a view when you get there, and it tastes something like peace
It don't make me king of the mountain
But that's ok with me
And it's a long gone heart song to me
And I'm long gone, heart-worn but free
And it's a long gone heart song to me
And I'm long gone, heart-worn but free
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Cool, clear water buried in the sand
I need the juice but still don't understand
Why all this oil, no more dead dinosaur
Beneath the ice they're drilling for petroleum
Waiting for the rain to come
Newsmen go crazy while a billion screen s go black
We cannot see, we cannot hear, we cannot turn back
See you when I see you from the barrel of a gun
We had our moment in the sun
Waiting for the the rain to come...
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