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The end of something
03:32
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THE END OF SOMETHING
Sittin’ on the platform
Knowing that my hope’s torn,
And all I own
Is filling up the pockets of my ripped and worn out coat.
Now I feel so lonely,
Cold wind blowing round me.
And all my dreams
Are tuning into shadows freezing on my icy hands.
Now I’ve got no money;
I know that no one needs me.
All I am,
Can’t keep a frozen tear drop from falling from my frozen eyes.
Said she couldn’t stand more,
Said she couldn’t stay for
All we’d know,
Another year of sorrow waiting for some end to come.
Now my mind is weeping
With all the things that I’ve seen,
And all my fears
Are crowding round my shoulders, pushing at my frozen brain.
Sittin’ on the platform
Knowing that my hope’s torn,
And all I own
Is filling up the pockets of my ripped and worn out coat.
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WHEN THE TEARS HAVE TO FALL
There was washing on the line
And he loved her.
She was waiting in time,
And he found her.
And the tears from her eyes
Seemed to kiss his sorrows goodbye,
Goodbye when the tears had to fall.
He was there by her side
And he knew her.
She just opened her eyes,
And he found her.
And the love in his heart
Seemed to promise they’d never part.
Don’t part, when the tears have to fall.
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Gypsy Road
01:21
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GYPSY ROAD
Look at the sun see it set in the west
With Gypsy beside me we follow the rest.
Gypsy and me, we go walking.
Feel Gypsy Road soft under our feet.
Holding her hand our lips red they meet.
Gypsy and me, we go walking.
Say ain’t it fine to be out in the sun?
People beside us they’re all having fun.
Gypsy and me, we go walking.
Look at the sun see it set in the west
With Gypsy beside me we follow the rest.
Gypsy and me, we go walking.
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I MUST KNOW IF YOU LOVE ME
I must know if you love me,
There’s nothing I can say.
I know if you don’t love me
I must watch you walk away.
And if the way I hold you
Can’t compare to his touch.
Do you not love me?
Or got another on your mind?
‘Cause I can see you changing,
Each day I feel your shame.
Your smile is slowly fading,
Your kiss is not the same.
And if the way I hold you
Can’t compare to his touch.
Do you not love me?
Or got another on your mind?
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Mr and Mrs Franklin
02:02
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MR AND MRS FRANKLIN
When I lived in Birmingham
I lived next door to a Mr Franklin,
And Mr Franklin and I
We became good friends.
But when I got to know Mrs Franklin
He didn’t understand, Oh no!
And Mr Franklin and I
Are no longer friends.
While I lived in Birmingham
I was called to county assizes,
Named as co-respondent
I sat and watched the divorce.
Yes when I got to know Mrs Franklin
He didn’t understand, Oh no!
And Mr Franklin and I
Are no longer friends.
Then I moved from Birmingham
I left her there on the Central Station.
Tears running down her face,
I could almost have cried.
‘Cause when I had to leave Mrs Franklin
She didn’t understand, Oh no!
And Mrs Franklin and I
Are no longer friends.
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6. |
Josie (Pt 2)
01:25
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JOSIE (Part II)
Don’t you cry Josie,
Never lie, Josie.
Don’t you know the loser always wins in the end, Josie?
Don’t you lie, Josie.
Never cry, Josie.
Don’t you know the winner always loses in the end, Josie?
And if you’ll be true I’ll hold out my heart,
But I know you’d only tear it apart.
Oh Josie be true!
Don’t be sad, Josie.
Never bad, Josie.
Don’t you know there’s sadness in the air, Josie?
And if you’ll be true I’ll hold out my heart,
But I know you’d only tear it apart.
Oh Josie be true!
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THE VISION/(AFTER PARTING)
She’s getting easy to see, so hard to please:
That’s why she’s living above herself.
She’s getting easy to show, harder to know:
That’s why she’s living a life of her own.
And now the look on her face
That’s taking the place
Of the smile that was there.
And now the look in her eye
That’s making me cry,
That’s making me cry.
She’s getting easy to show, harder to know:
That’s why she’s living a life of her own.
Oh la, la, la, la, la, la.
She’s getting easy to show, harder to know:
That’s why she’s living above herself.
She’s getting easy to see, so hard to please:
That’s why she’s living a life of her own.
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8. |
A thousand changes
01:59
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A THOUSAND CHANGES
I carved my name upon the tree
You carved your name beside.
For we were lovers, and so young
But now that love has died.
“What care you for this maiden now?”
The winter wind cold sighs.
“The springtime weaved its magic spell,”
The summer wind replies.
I wonder now if you are gone
Away with your new love,
For spring will soon be here again
To steal all clouds above.
The jewel which you once bought for me,
Please say where is it now?
I ask the trees but no reply
Will they allow me now.
“A thousand changes have been made!”
The lonely stranger cries,
With guilty look upon my face
I tell him that he lies.
I carved my name upon the tree
You carved your name beside.
For we were lovers, and so young
But now that love has died.
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Then you're alone
01:34
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THEN YOU’RE ALONE
Everything you said it just turned bad;
Crying thoughts and moaning made you mad.
A climax of the wish that made you sad:
Then you’re alone.
Waking up you find an empty bed.
Memories of the life which you once led.
Thoughts she spoke which should have gone unsaid:
Then you’re alone.
Loneliness replaces happy days.
Lovingness turned bad was thrown away.
Regretting all the things you meant to say:
Then you’re alone.
Pictures of the past now fill your mind.
The bad seems good and now the cruelty kind.
Longing for the things now left behind:
When you’re alone.
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Josie (Pt 1)
02:00
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JOSIE (PART I)
Josie, whose heart have you broken today?
Josie, whose life have you just thrown away?
I had a little girl, who was a woman,
Josie, you took her away.
Josie, whose heart have you broken today?
Josie, whose life have you just thrown away?
I had a little girl, who was a woman,
Josie, you took her away.
Josie, what shall we write on your grave?
Josie, who’s going to save you?
On the judgement day, O Josie,
Who’s going to speak for you?
And I know, it could be me.
O Josie, it could be me!
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IT’S BETTER IF WE SAY GOODBYE
And if the way I hold you
Can’t bring back your smiling face.
And if my words are jarring on your brain.
Well if that’s the way you feel
Then I know our love ain’t real
And it’s better if we say goodbye.
And now I see a shadow playing
Round your closing arms,
And it’s shading all the things we used to know.
Well if that’s how it must be
Then darling don’t you see?
It’s better if we say goodbye.
So now we turn away from
All the good things that have been.
And you say that you think we won’t look back.
Well if that’s the way you feel
Then I know our love ain’t real
And it’s better if we say goodbye.
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12. |
I'll wait ....
01:09
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I’LL WAIT ….
I’ll wait, there where the leaves don’t fall;
Fall down, onto the unswept path
That leads her to my door.
And the clothes she wore were white and pure,
But before she finds the door, she just
Waits there, there where the cold is green.
Green leaves, shading the lonely smile,
But watching all the while,
Stands Conscience dressed in black.
And as he looks at us,
He kills me with his eyes.
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A SONG DEDICATED TO JOHN AND JEAN
Come Jean, see where the light is falling
Onto the unmade bed and onto your shoulder now.
Now John, now as you wait beside her,
Hoping the sun won’t hide her,
Hoping that she can see.
Stop John, stop as you wait to find her,
Knowing the shade behind her, knowing that she is here.
Wait Jean, wait while you wait for something,
Something and nothing’s here now:
Something that waits for you.
Come Jean, see where the light is falling
Onto the unmade bed and onto your shoulder now.
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14. |
Dear Amanda
02:20
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DEAR AMANDA
Dear Amanda, I’m writing to tell you
About a train journey I had.
And if you should want to see me:
Leave your address with my mother.
Dear Amanda, I’m writing to tell you
About the things that went on on that train.
And if you should want to hear them:
Leave your address with my mother.
O Amanda, I’ll miss you.
And Amanda, I loved you but I’ve got to leave.
You see, Cheri’s waiting at the station
And I’ve got to go.
Cheri’s waiting for me
And I’ve got to leave.
Please believe me when I say I loved you.
Dear Amanda, I’m writing to tell you
About a train journey I had.
And if you should want to see me:
Leave your address with my mother.
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I’LL CARRY YOU WITH ME TO MY GRAVE
I can still remember you through the gloom of present skies,
And I search to find a part of me that I know that now has died.
Though my memories are not all I’d hoped that they might be,
Still I’ll carry you with me to my grave.
I think of all our past desires and our walking hand in hand.
And about our singing, and the sea and footprints in the sand.
Though my memories are not all I’d hoped that they might be,
Still I’ll carry you with me to my grave.
I remember too all the lonely times, and the times I made you cry.
Though I never really ask myself if we were satisfied.
Though my memories are not all I’d hoped that they might be,
Still I’ll carry you with me to my grave.
Yes, I’ll carry you with me to my grave.
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The Regime Bath, UK
The Regime played with various line-ups in the Bath (UK) area between 1966 and 1970. As a live act, the band was most active in late 1967 and the first half of 1968 when they played numerous gigs as a trio. Otherwise live work was occasional. The Regime made many demo recordings of original material by their singer and guitarist Graham Hamer. ... more
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