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"Teas"

"Teas"



I strolled into a deserted seaside café
All on a winter's day.
I ordered up a cup of rich brown steaming tea
From an old lady.
What happened to you, man, you used to be so free,
Now all you do is sit and dream
Of a fay girl green
By a mountain stream.
I strolled into a deserted seaside café
All on a winter's day.
I ordered up a cup of rich brown memories,
Sat and I watched the sea.
What happened to you, man, you used to be so free.
When you were as a mountain stream
Following a dream,
Following a dream.
What happened to you?
What happened to you
 
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"Teen Angel"

"Teen Angel"



All the boys in the neighbourhood
Would love you if they could
But I'm easy
But I'm easy
But I'm easy.
Now that you're in demand
Handle it if you can
'Cause it's easy
'Cause it's easy
'Cause it's easy.
I'll take you anywhere,
Buy ribbons for your hair.
You need me anyway
And you know what I'm going to do.
Now the boys as you look about
May be funny to work out
But I'm easy
But I'm easy
But I'm easy.
 
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"The Actor"

"The Actor"



The actor, the actor, the actor.

I lived a life and cast myself a role
I played a part of my own devising
I played it well, too well for healthy soul
Believing in my fantasizing.

When all around me cheered and chanted
I took the accolade
I sold the lonely loser's wisdom
Of clay and wattle made
Of clay and wattle made.

The actor, the actor, the actor.

My character he loved the crowded nights
The easy pleasures of the rise to fame
The hardest acting still was yet to come
As high he rise, as far he fall again.

When all around me cheered and chanted
I played the masquerade
The teeny girls, they screamed and panted
Too many bows he made
Too many bows he made.

The actor, the actor, the actor.

After a while the show came off the road
Settling down for the very first time
Man in the mirror with his make-up off
Gone from his lip, the sad magical rhyme.

No more around him cheered and chanted
He shun the big parade
Now he sounding weird and slanted
A slave of his trade
A slave of his trade.

The actor, the actor, the actor.

Phoenix he rises from the cleansing flame
Shedding the skin of past pretending
Fully awakened, he cast off his frown
Happily naked, uncontending.

And all around him cheering, chanting
A wiser fool is he
The teeny kids in new wave ranting
Slum heroes to be.

And all around him cheering, chanting
A wiser fool is he
The teeny kids in new wave ranting
Slum heroes to be
Slum heroes to be.

The actor, the actor, the actor.
 
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"The Clear-Browed One"

"The Clear-Browed One"



The clear-browed one
approaching o'er the water
soft the silver hues of purple
inward gazing
where the ripple on the lake
The clear-browed one
The clear-browed one
The pure clear girl
awaiting in the chamber
sad the longing
patient waiting
Trusting fully
hard the jeering in the hall
The pure clear girl
The pure clear girl
The gentle hand
light descending
melody slow soft ascending
Deep within
calm reflection on the one
The gentle hand
The pure clear girl
The clear-browed one
 
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"The Cuckoo"

"The Cuckoo"



Well, the cuckoo she's a pretty bird and she warble as she fly
And she never warble cuckoo till the fourth day of July
Jack of diamonds, jack of diamonds, well I know you of old
Well, you robbed my poor pocket of the silver and the gold.

Well, the cuckoo is a pretty bird and she warbles as she fly
But she never warble cuckoo till the fourth day of July
Well, I’ve gambled in London and I’ve gambled in Spain
And I bet you, my silver saddle, that I’ll beat you next game.

Oh, the cuckoo she's a pretty bird and she warble as she fly
But she never warble cuckoo till the fourth day of July
Well, she brings us glad tidings and tells us no lies
Oh, the cuckoo she's a pretty bird and she warble as she fly.

Oh, the cuckoo she's a pretty bird and she warble as she fly
But she never warble cuckoo till the fourth day of July
Little darlin’, little darlin’, I miss you on the road
Well, you are my only darlin’, my one and only true abode.

Oh, the cuckoo she's a pretty bird and she warble as she fly
And she never warble cuckoo till the fourth day of July.

Oh yeah, oh yeah.
 
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"The Enchanted Gypsy"

"The Enchanted Gypsy"


A day once dawned,
As sleepers yawned
A day of leaves so green-i-o
That a man rode high
In the tinker's sky
And begged me to go running-o
And follow the path of the Gypsy-o

Seaweed clings to ruby rings
On the fingers of my lady-o
And the people in the town
They would not look round
To see me go running-o
On the trail of the Enchanted Gypsy-o

I passed the glade
And took near shade
Beneath an oak so twisty-o
And a vision I saw
As the crow did craw
No more did I go searching-o
One the trail of the Enchanted Gypsy-o

Seaweed clings to ruby rings
On the fingers of my lady-o
And the people in the town
They would not look round
To see me go running-o
On the trail of the Enchanted Gypsy-o

His caravan
Was painted by hand
That's touched every pebble in the ocean-o
And the pictures there
They move in thin air
There forever telling-o
The tails of the Enchanted Gypsy-o

Seaweed clings to ruby rings
On the fingers of my lady-o
And the people in the town
They would not look round
To see me go running-o
For to follow the path of the Gypsy-o

La la la la la la la la [x6]
 
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"The Entertaining Of A Shy Girl"

"The Entertaining Of A Shy Girl"



I'll sing you a song,
Paint you a painting,
Dance you a dance
While you're waiting.
What shall it be,
Chocolate or soda?
I'm having tea,
Do speak louder.
Are you hungry?
Brown bread and treacle,
Apple maybe?
I've a tree full.
What do you know?
What can you tell me?
Something to show
Or to sell me.
Ah, here he's coming now,
I'll say cheerio.
Someone to meet
And she's waiting so I'll go.
 
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"The Evernow"

"The Evernow"



From within the ...endless sky
the silence surges softly through me
Listening to the ...desert sigh
in the presence fo the Bo tree
Comes the dawning of the day
Dreaming as in a trance
Comes the rising of the moon
weaving...in Maya's dance
The only thing to...really learn
living in the evernow
To only know the single moment
living in the evernow
All things...they must pass
that which is born will die
Existence as...transient
clouds in an autumn sky
Comes the dawning of the day
dreaming as in a trance
Comes the rising of the sun
nothing ever left to chance
The only thing to...really learn
living in the evernow
To only know the single moment
living in the evernow
 
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"The Fat Angel"

"The Fat Angel"



He will bring happiness in a pipe,
He'll ride away on his silver bike
And apart from that he'll be so kind
In consenting to blow your mind.
Fly Translove Airways, get you there on time.
Fly Translove Airways, get you there on time.
He will bring orchids for my lady,
The perfume will be of an excellent style
And apart from that he'll be so kind
In consenting to blow your mind.
Fly Translove Airways, get you there on time.
Fly Translove Airways, get you there on time.
He will bring happiness in a pipe,
He'll-a ride away on his silver bike
And apart from that he'll be so kind
In consenting to blow your mind.
Fly Jefferson Airplane, get you there on time.
Fly Jefferson Airplane, get you there on time.
He will bring happiness in a pipe,
He'll ride away on his silver bike
And apart from that he'll be so kind
In consenting to blow your mind.
Fly Translove Airways, get you there on time.
Fly Translove Airways, get you there on time.
We'll be flying at an altitude of thirty-nine thousand feet
Captain High at your service.
 
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"The Garden"

"The Garden"



In the garden of Truth
There dwells as bird
With feathers of a yellow gold
And all thru' the day
The sun he play upon his raiment gay

In the garden of Truth
There dwells as bird
With feathers of a silver pale
And all night long
The moon she shone upon her raiment warm

And all within the branches of this great oak tree
That some call the Tree of Life
And the wise men they come
And they rest upon the roots
And they hear the song.

And all within the branches of this great oak tree
That some call the Tree of Life
And the wisemen they come
To rest upon the roots
And they hear the song.
 
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