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Альбом Cream


Disraeli Gears (1967)
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Strange brew -- kill what's inside of you.

She's a witch of trouble in electric blue,
In her own mad mind she's in love with you.
With you.
Now what you gonna do?
Strange brew -- kill what's inside of you.

She's some kind of demon messing in the glue.
If you don't watch out it'll stick to you.
To you.
What kind of fool are you?
Strange brew -- kill what's inside of you.

On a boat in the middle of a raging sea,
She would make a scene for it all to be
Ignored.
And wouldn't you be bored?
Strange brew --kill what's inside of you.

Strange brew, strange brew, strange brew, strange brew.
Strange brew --kill what's inside of you.

. . .


It's getting near dawn,
When lights close their tired eyes.
I'll soon be with you my love,
To give you my dawn surprise.
I'll be with you darling soon,
I'll be with you when the stars start falling.

I've been waiting so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love.

I'm with you my love,
The light's shining through on you.
Yes, I'm with you my love,
It's the morning and just we two.
I'll stay with you darling now,
I'll stay with you till my seeds are dried up.

Chorus

Second Verse

I've been waiting so long
I've been waiting so long
I've been waiting so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love.

. . .


Outside my window is a tree
Outside my window is a tree
There only for me
And it stands in the grey of the city
No time for pity for the tree or me

There is a world of pain
In the falling rain
Around me

Is there a reason for today?
Is there a reason for today?
Do you remember?
I can hear all the cries of the city
No time for pity for a growing tree

There is a world of pain
In the falling rain
Around me

Outside my window is a tree
Outside my window is a tree
There only for me
And it stands in the grey of the city
No time for pity for the tree or me

There is a world of pain
In the falling rain
Around me

. . .


Gonna build myself a castle
High up in the clouds.
There'll be skies outside my window,
Lose these streets and crowds.

Dance the night away.

Will find myself an ocean;
Sail into the blue.
Live with golden swordfish;
Forget the time of you.

Dance the night away.

Dance myself to nothing;
Vanish from this place.
Gonna turn myself to shadow
So I can't see your face.

Dance the night away.

. . .


Don't take the wrong direction passing through
Instead of deep reflection of what's true,
For it's a combination of judgements made by you
That cause a deep dejection all the way through.

No relaxation, no conversation, no variation
In a very dark blue, blue condition.

Early rising every day,
You must be enterprising in your way,
For you will hear no laughter, nor see the sun;
Life would be one disaster all the way through.

No relaxation, no conversation, no variation
In a very dark blue, blue condition.

Don't take the wrong direction passing through
Instead of deep reflection of what's true,
For it's a combination of judgements made by you
That cause a deep dejection all the way through.

No relaxation, no conversation, no variation
In a very dark blue, blue condition.

No relaxation, no conversation, no variation
In a very dark blue, blue condition.

. . .


You thought the leaden winter would bring you down forever,
But you rode upon a steamer to the violence of the sun.

And the colors of the sea blind your eyes with trembling mermaids,
And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses:
How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing,
For the sparkling waves are calling you to kiss their white laced lips.

And you see a girl's brown body dancing through the turquoise,
And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea.
And when your fingers find her, she drowns you in her body,
Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind.

The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers,
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.

Her name is Aphrodite and she rides a crimson shell,
And you know you cannot leave her for you touched the distant sands
With tales of brave Ulysses; how his naked ears were tortured
By the sirens sweetly singing.

The tiny purple fishes run lauging through your fingers,
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.

. . .


Coming to me in the morning, leaving me at night.
Coming to me in the morning, leaving me alone.
You've got that rainbow feel but the rainbow has a beard.

Running to me a-cryin' when he throws you out.
Running to me a-cryin', on your own again.
You've got that pure feel, such good responses,
But the picture has a mustache.

You're coming to me with that soulful look on your face,
Coming looking like you've never ever done one wrong thing.

You're coming to me with that soulful look on your face.
You're coming looking like you've never ever done one wrong thing.

So many fantastic colors; I feel in a wonderland.
Many fantastic colors makes me feel so good.
You've got that pure feel, such good responses.
You've got that rainbow feel but the rainbow has a beard.

. . .


Please open your eyes.
Try to realize.
I found out today we're going wrong,
We're going wrong.

Please open your mind.
See what you can find.
I found out today we're going wrong,
We're going wrong.

We're going wrong.
We're going wrong.
We're going wrong.

. . .


If you lose your money,
Great God, don't lose your mind.
If you lose your money,
Great God, don't lose your mind.
And if you lose your woman,
Please don't fool with mine.

I'm gonna buy me a bulldog,
Watch my lady whilst I sleep.
I'm gonna buy me a bulldog,
Watch my lady whilst I sleep.
'Cause women these days,
They're so doggone crooked,
That they might make off 'fore day creep.

Well, you can't watch your wife
And your outside women, too.
You know you can't watch your wife
And your outside women's, too.
'Cause when you're out with your women,
Your wife will be at home,
Cooking your food, doing your dirt.
Buddy, what you trying to do?

You can't watch your wife
And your outside women's, too.
You know you can't watch your wife
And your outside women, too.
When you're out with your women,
Your wife will be at home,
Doing a dirt, cooking your food.
Buddy, what you trying to do?

. . .


Take it back, take it back,
Take that thing right out of here.
Right away, far away,
Take that thing right out of here.

Don't let them take me
To where streams are red.
I want to stay here
And sleep in my own bed.
Need all your loving,
Long blonde hair.
Don't let them take me,
'Cause I'm easily scared.
Take it back, take it back,
Take that thing right out of here.

Take it back, take it back,
Take that thing right out of here.
Right away, far away,
Take that thing right out of here.

I got this great need,
The need to stay alive.
Not ashamed of my creed,
I've got to survive.
So come on, baby,
Don't go away.
Just let them save me
For a rainy day.
Take it back, take it back,
Take that thing right out of here.

I got this need,
The need to stay alive.
Not ashamed of my creed,
I've got to survive.
So come on, baby,
Don't go away.
Just let them save me
For a rainy day.
Take it back, take it back,
Take that thing right out of here.

Take it back, take it back,
Take that thing right out of here.
Right away, far away,
Take that thing right out of here.

I got this thing;
I've got to keep it sharp.
Don't go to places
Where it won't shine in the dark.
So come on, baby,
Don't go away.
Just let them save me
For a rainy day.
Take it back, take it back,
Take that thing right out of here.

. . .


Are we wallin'? A-one, a-two, a-three, a-four...

A mother was washing her baby one night,
The youngest of ten and a delicate mite.
The mother was poor, and the baby was thin;
'Twas naught but a skeleton covered with skin.

The mother turned 'round for a soap off the rack.
She was only a moment, but a-when she turned back,
Her baby had gone, and in anguish, she cried,
"Oh, where 'as my baby gone?" The angels replied,

"Oh, your baby has gone down the plug-'ole.
Oh, your baby has gone down the plug.
The poor little thing was so skinny and thin,
He should 'ave been washed in a jug, in a jug.

Your baby is perfectly happy;
He won't need a bath anymore.
He's a-muckin' about with the angels above,
Not lost, but gone before."

Thank you.
Do you wanna do it again?

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