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The Venturer
04:14
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THE VENTURER
Cast the mooring loose at dawn; drift out, tide-borne, to another day,
Through the morning mist that hangs like a shroud across the bay.
Water lapping 'gainst the bow; canvas flapping as it takes the strain.
Trim the foresail as the sun lights the sea, then hoist the main.
This is the morning of The Venturer: today he sails for foreign shores,
And leaves behind him all the things he couldn't suffer anymore.
I take my hat off to The Venturer: the only shackles that he owns
Are in the rigging of his vessel: he's got freedom in his bones.
Stolen kisses in the night; love and laughter on a summer's day;
These The Venturer remembers on the morning of his day.
This is the morning of The Venturer: today he sails for foreign shores,
And leaves behind him all the things he couldn't suffer anymore.
I take my hat off to The Venturer: the only shackles that he owns
Are in the rigging of his vessel: he's got freedom in his bones.
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Julia's Song
03:32
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JULIA'S SONG
There wasn't a reason: it was the smiling season,
And I was just teasing her, playing a part.
She looked disconcerted, and I was converted.
She gave me her number, and I gave her my heart.
She lived by a river. She took all I could give her,
And I was still smiling then; still playing the part.
She walked her feet in the sunshine; chased the stars through the moonshine,
And her joie de vivre combined to break down my heart.
She said she was a loner,
Accustomed to keeping her distance; resistant to love.
I said I didn't want to own her,
But just take her out, and talk about what made her so beautiful.
Now I never see her; exactly why isn't clear;
But I feel much freer now, no chains round my heart.
But freedom confines you when her memory finds you
Still ringing her number and still breaking your heart.
She gave me her number, and I gave her my heart.
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Mexico
03:38
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MEXICO
Must be the season, got no reason for moving on.
I'm feeling restless but I'm blessed if I know what's wrong.
I've got this aching and it's breaking me up:
I need to start a new affair; I've got the taste and there's
No doubt about it, I just got to go to Mexico.
I'll find the answer down in old Mexico and I'll
Drink Margaritas like they're going out of style;
Play 'Find The Lady' for a girl with a warm smile,
When I get down to Mexico.
I'll drink tequila down in old Mexico tonight;
I'll find that lady: when I do, then I'll hold her tight.
She'll ease my trouble, and by morning I'll feel alright:
In heaven in Mexico.
I got no money, but it's funny how things work out:
When it comes to moving on, I guess I know what it's all about.
I want tostadas, enchilladas, and beans;
I want that cactus juice that glows; I've got the taste and there's
No doubt about it, I just got to go to Mexico.
I'll find the answer down in old Mexico and I'll
Drink Margaritas like they're going out of style;
Play 'Find The Lady' for a girl with a warm smile,
When I get down to Mexico.
I'll drink tequila down in old Mexico tonight;
I'll find that lady: when I do, then I'll hold her tight.
She'll ease my trouble, and by morning I'll feel alright:
In heaven in Mexico.
(In heaven in Mexico)
Tequila Sunrise in the morning!
(In heaven in Mexico)
And Margaritas in the evening!
(In heaven in Mexico)
And Lobster Thermidor all night time!
(In heaven in Mexico)
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Promises and Lies
03:04
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PROMISES AND LIES
You've had a hard day: you're battered and bruised,
And you're aching from your head to your toes.
So pull up the sofa, and kick off your shoes,
And join me in the fireside glow.
It's the same old song, with the same old tune,
And the same old romance in our eyes.
It's the same old scene, with that old familiar moon,
And the same old promises and lies.
Familiar feelings in familiar fools:
It's amazing how we don't seem to learn.
With broken hearts incurred from breaking rules,
You'd think we had emotion to burn.
It's the same old song, with the same old tune,
And the same old romance in our eyes.
It's the same old scene, with that old familiar moon,
And the same old promises and lies.
Adrenalin flowing like wedding champagne:
You'd think that we'd be wise enough to save ourselves the pain.
We know what to look for; we know how it starts:
With a masochistic tendency to sacrifice our hearts
For that same old song, with the same old tune,
And the same old romance in our eyes.
It's the same old scene, with that old familiar moon,
And the same old promises and lies.
Your common sense wavers, then it finally dies:
You can't resist those lovely promises and lies.
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Slowly but Surely
03:17
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SLOWLY BUT SURELY
It's the same 'round the world, when a boy meets a girl
And the magic of true love begins;
Things are fine for a while: they do their loving in style,
Till the doubt and the boredom set in.
'Cos love is a passion that changes like fashion:
It goes out of style in a day.
Yes, love's like a flower that blooms for an hour,
Then, slowly but surely, starts fading away.
Close the door; dim the light; hold your lover real tight,
Safe and warm at the end of the day.
Taste it all, but understand that your memory can
Play the teaser and take it away.
'Cos love is a passion that changes like fashion:
It goes out of style in a day.
Yes, love's like a flower that blooms for an hour,
Then, slowly but surely, starts fading away.
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Happy Being Me
03:57
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HAPPY BEING ME
Some people think I'm naive: they think I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve.
Some people think I'm green as ivy in spring: they never realise I'm doing my thing.
Some people think I'm a fool: they're fettered by their handmade iron rules;
But they're wrong, 'cos I'm free, I hang loose, and I'm happy being me.
That's the truth: hanging loose yes, and happy being me.
When Friday night comes around, I take a stroll to the centre of town.
Might drink some whisky or I might drink some wine;
Might ask a lady if she'd care to dine.
Spend Sunday mornings in bed: it never bothers me, the things I've heard said,
'Cos they're wrong, 'cos I'm free, I hang loose, and I'm happy being me.
That's the truth: hanging loose yes, and happy being me.
When people say I'm on my way down to hell,
Can it be they speak the truth? You never can tell.
So I say a prayer for those who get in my hair and try my patience.
Yes they're wrong, 'cos I'm free, I hang loose, and I'm happy being me.
That's the truth: hanging loose yes, and happy being me.
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TAKE IT WHILE THE MOMENT LASTS
It's good to see you, to see you smile at me so sweetly.
Feels kinda neat, too: the combination fits completely.
This thing that we've begun grows bigger every day;
A snowball of emotion rolling downhill all the way.
It'll never reach the bottom if we live from day to day
And take it while the moment lasts.
The right components can give a high that sets you reeling:
Those frozen moments; those photographs of finer feelings;
Those times when true emotions start to crystallize,
And love begins to blossom without hint of compromise.
Don't think about tomorrow: see the present in our eyes
And take it while the moment lasts.
So take it while the moment lasts, love.
Don't try to take it slow or fast, love.
It's a certainty, they say, that love will find a way,
So relax and let the evening flow....
This syllogism, this premise seeking a conclusion:
It's like a prism: a rich and colourful infusion
Of all the world, and you and me, and all we know,
And the more we try to keep it, the more we have to let it go.
Don't try to catch the river: just sit back and watch it flow,
And take it while the moment lasts.
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8. |
Michael's Cookies
03:22
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MICHAEL'S COOKIES
Now Michael goes to night school once or twice a week:
He's a very keen supporter of the haute cuisine technique.
He's very good with pastry, profiteroles, and cakes,
But you ought to try those whole wheat, stoneground cookies that he bakes.
He calls them:
Wholewheat, stoneground, hundred percent hash cakes.
They'll get you high, that's a fact, make no mistake.
Some people take to whisky or brandy, so I'm told,
But you can't beat Michael's cookies made with Acapulco Gold.
Now Michael's cooking crazy: he's got his hash cakes stashed in fives.
He's got enough dope to stone the Pope and the Catholic Church besides.
He's got a hookah in his closet, and a hooker in his bed,
And his jeans are blue, and his boots are too, but his eyes are Panama Red,
From eating those
Wholewheat, stoneground, hundred percent hash cakes.
They'll get you high, that's a fact, make no mistake.
Some people take to whisky or brandy, so I'm told,
But you can't beat Michael's cookies made with Acapulco Gold.
One morning after night school, with the cake tins all around,
The police arrived on the door step with a large detective hound.
This doggie found those cookies and he ate them with a 'Woof!'
Then he left the deck like a Harrier jet and he vanished through the roof.
He'd been eating those
Wholewheat, stoneground, hundred percent hash cakes.
They'll get you high, that's a fact, make no mistake.
Some people take to whisky or brandy, so I'm told,
But you can't beat Michael's cookies made with Acapulco Gold.
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Won't Lie Down
03:09
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WON'T LIE DOWN
A girl sighs: her baby is crying and won't lie down.
In the young cowboys' games, the shot ones get blamed
When they won't lie down.
But children get older and cowboys get bolder;
The prairie gives way to the dance floor one day;
And the cowboy's uncertain, confused by the flirting
He sees all around him: his feelings confound him.
And his pulse soars: it's her he adores, but she won't lie down.
So he pleads, and he cries, and he swears he will die,
If she won't lie down.
Just a tender caress brings sweet smiles of success,
And the wedding bells chime for a girl in her prime.
Her complexion is glowing; her waistline is showing
Her virtue's turned turtle, and the wheel's come full circle.
And the girl sighs: her baby is crying and won't lie down.
And feelings may change, but the memories remain
And they won't lie down. No, they won't lie down.
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Dream Of You Tonight
03:41
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DREAM OF YOU TONIGHT
Feeling troubled: nothing seems right.
Feeling lazy: the future ain't bright.
All I want is a dream of you tonight.
Summer's coming: there's flies on the wall.
These lazy days I don't care at all,
Just as long as I can dream of you tonight.
Feeling troubled deep down in my soul.
Can't seem to shake it: my resistance is low, but
I get better when the day is through
I go to bed, I close my eyes, and drift away in dreams of you.
I smile at the mailman and he brings me bad news.
My doctor says I've got the daydreaming blues.
The only cure is to dream of you tonight.
I get better when the day is through
I go to bed, I close my eyes, and drift away in dreams of you.
I may be a loser but I'm nobody's fool:
I'll play the game if I can bend the rules.
I know I'm cheating just by dreaming of you tonight.
All I want is a dream of you tonight.
(A dream of you: tonight's the night)
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Lullaby
03:07
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LULLABY
Trailing clouds of glory, you arrived.
Tricky journey; glad that you survived.
Now you're here, I wonder how it seems.
Rest your head and dream your dreams.
Go to sleep and dream your dreams.
Funny how we shuffle 'cross the stage,
Dragging clouds of sorrow, pain and rage.
Pay no heed to how the others seem.
Rest your head and dream your dreams.
Live your life and live your dreams.
How you came here, heaven only knows;
Stole the keys of heaven, I suppose;
Drifting down on Mozart melodies,
Modulating in and out of keys.
When I shuffle off this mortal coil,
Sleeping six feet under Cornish soil.
Shed no tears: remember what has been,
And rest your head and dream your dreams.
Live your life and live your dreams.
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Tony Hazzard UK
This legendary songwriter wrote hits for Manfred Mann, The Hollies, The Tremeloes, Herman’s Hermits, Andy Williams, The
Yardbirds & Lulu. His song, ‘Fox On The Run’ has been recorded by all the major bluegrass artistes. He also sang backing vocals on three of Elton John’s albums: ‘Elton John’, ‘Tumbleweed Connection’ and ‘Honky Chateau’.
Altogether he has 62 tracks available on iTunes.
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