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Harry Nilsson




Альбом Harry Nilsson


Pandemonium Shadow Show (1967)
1967
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As I Wander Lonely (Japanese bonus track)
14.
Miss Butter's Lament (Bonus track)
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Ten little Indians standing in a line
One stood looking at another man's wife
Then there were nine

Nine little Indians
Their hearts all full of hate
One took another's goods
Then there were eight

Eight little Indians
They just got down from heaven
One told a lie about another's best friend
Then there were seven

Seven little Indians
All tryin' to get their kicks
One thought he found another way to get to heaven
Then there were six

Six little Indians
All trying to stay alive
One took another's life
Then there were five

Five little Indians
All trying to find the door
One pulled his mother down
Then there were four

Four little Indians
All thinkin' that they gotta be free
One little Indian forgot to say his prayers
Then there were three

Three little Indians
Deciding what they're gonna have to do
One took the name of God in vain
Now there were two

Two little Indians
Thinkin' that they ought to have some fun
One took a liking to a picture of himself
Now there was one

One little Indian
Out lookin' for the sun
At six o'clock the moon came out
Then there were none

. . .


Well in 1941 a happy father had a son
And by 1944 the father walked right out the door
And in '45 the mom and son were still alive
But who could tell in '46 if the two were to survive
Well the years were passing quickly
But not fast enough for him
So he closed his eyes through '55
And he opened them up again
When he looked around he saw a clown
And the clown seemed very gay
And he set that night to join that circus clown and run away
{Scat solo}
Well he followed every railroad track
And every highway sign
And he had a girl in each new town
And the towns he left behind
And the open road
Was the only road he knew
But the color of his dreams
Were slowly turning into blue
Then he met a girl the kind of girl
He'd wanted all his life
She was soft and kind and good to him
So he took her for his wife
And they got a house not far from town
And in a little while
The girl had seen the doctor
And she came home with a smile
Now in 1961 a happy father had a son
And by 1964 the father walked right out the door
And in '65 the mom and son were still around
But what will happen to the boy
When the circus comes to town?
{Scat solo}

. . .


You're not the only cuddly toy
that was ever enjoyed
by any boy

You're not the only choo choo train
that was left out in the rain
the day after Santa came

You're not the only charity light
that was left in the night
who gave up without a fight, yeah

You're not the only cuddly toy
that was ever enjoyed
by any boy

You're not the kind of girl to tell your mother
the kind of company you keep
I never told you that I'd love no other
you must have dreamed it in your sleep, bop bop

You're not the only cuddly toy
that was ever enjoyed
by any boy

You're not the only choo choo train
that was left out in the rain
the day after Santa came

Laa, la, la, laa......

You're not the kind of girl to tell your mother
the kind of company you keep
I never told you that I'd love no other
you must have dreamed it in your sleep, zop zop

You're not the only cuddly toy
that was ever enjoyed
by any boy

You're not the only choo choo train
that was left out in the rain
the day after Santa came

Laa, la, la, laa....................

. . .


She sang hymns out of tune

And carried a yellow balloon

She traded her love

For a Spanish doubloon

And talked to the people

The people who are

Now I have a clock on the wall

It keeps time and that isn't all

It tells me how long she's been gone

Gone to the people

The people who are

She lived in a sorcerer's room

And pounded the table

And brandished the broom

She turned ten thousand

When she touched the moon

And turned to the people

The people who are

Waaa waa waa

Rain came down and scattered away

The old antique caretaker's children that play

Early that morning she passed away

Passed to the people The people who are

She sang!

She sang hymns out of tune

And carried a yellow balloon

She traded her love for a Spanish doubloon

And talked to the people

The people who are

. . .


My babe don't buy me presents
How can you laugh when you know I'm down?
Beep-beep, beep-beep, yeah!

I got something to say
That might cause you pain
If I catch you talking
To that boy again
I'm gonna let you down (Yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)
And leave you flat (Gonna let you down and leave you flat)
Because I told you before (Good day sunshine)
Oh, you can't do that (It's been a hard day's night)

Well, it's the second time
I've caught you talking to him (I wanna hold your hand)
Do I have to tell you one more time
I think it's a sin?
I think I'll let you down (Yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)
And leave you flat (Gonna let you down and leave you flat)
Because I told you before (Good day sunshine)
Oh, you can't do that (Day tripper, yeah!)

Paperback writer, yeah!

Everybody's green
'Cos I'm the one who stole your love
But if it's seen
Me talking that way
They'd laugh in my face

So, please listen to me
If you want to stay mine (Would you like to know a secret?)
I can't help my feelings
I'd go out of my mind
I'm gonna let you down (Yes, yes, I'm gonna leave you flat)
And leave you flat (Gonna let you down and leave you flat)
Because I told you before
I can't believe in yesterday

My babe doesn't buy me presents
Beep-beep, beep-beep, yeah!
Strawberry Beatles forever

. . .


Nilsson

Sleep Late My Lady Friend
Let the warm summer breeze drift through your window
Sleep Late My...My Lady Friend
and dream a dream of Ceilito Lindo
We had a time the time of our lives
We did the town
Tore it upside down
Then I walked you home
Sleep Late My Lady Friend
Let the feel of the dance hold your hand as you lay sleeping
Sleep Late My Lady Friend
And dream a dream of a night worth keeping
We had a time, the time of our lives
We did the town
Tore it upside down
Then I walked you home
Sleep Late My Lady Friend

. . .


Lennon-McCartney

Wednesday morning at five o'clock as the day begins
Silently closing her bedroom door
Leaving the note that she hoped would say more
She goes downstairs to the kitchen clutching her handkerchief
Quietly turning the backdoor key
Stepping outside, she is free.

She (we gave her most of our lives)
Is leaving (sacrificed most of our lives)
Home (we gave her everything money could buy)
She's leaving home after living alone for so many years (bye bye).

Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown
Picks up the letter that's lying there
Standing alone at the top of the stairs
She breaks down and cries to her husband : 'Daddy, our baby's gone!'
'Why would she treat us so thoughtlessly ?'
'How could she do this to me ?'.

She (we never thought of ourselves)
Is leaving (never a thought for ourselves)
Home (we struggled hard all our lives to get by)
She's leaving home after living alone for so many years (bye bye).

Friday morning at nine o'clock she is far away
Waiting to keep the appointment she made
Meeting a man from the motor trade.

She (what did we do that was wrong ?)
Is having (we didn't know it was wrong)
Fun (fun is the one thing that money can't buy)
Something inside that was always denied for so many years (bye bye).

She's leaving home (bye bye).

. . .


Gordon-Warren

This is our last dance together,
Tonight soon will be long ago.
And in our moment of parting,
This is all I want you to know...

There will be many other nights like this,
And I'll be standing here with someone new.
There will be other songs to sing,
Another fall...another spring...
But there will never be another you.

There will be other lips that I may kiss,
But they won't thrill me,
Like yours used to do.
Yes, I may dream a million dreams,
But how can they come true,
If there will never, ever be another you?

~interlude~

Yes, I may dream a million dreams,
But how can they come true,
If there will never, ever be...
Another you?

. . .


I spend the night in a chair thinking she'll be there
But she never comes
And then I wake up and wipe the sleep from my eyes
And I rise to face another day
Without her
Do-do-do
Do-do-do-do
Do-do-do

It's just no good anymore
When you walk through the door of an empty room
And then you go inside and set a table for one
It's no fun when you spend a day
Without her
Do-do-do
Do-do-do-do
Do-do-do

We burst the pretty balloon
Took us to the moon
Such a beautiful thing
But it's ended now
And it sounds like a lie
If I say I'd rather die than live without her
Do-do-do
Do-do-do
Do-do-do

Love is a beautiful thing
When it knows how to swing
And it grooves like a clock
But the hands on the clock tell the lovers to part
And it's breaking my heart to have to spend a day without her
Do-do-do
Do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do

I spend the night in a chair thinking she'll be there
But she never comes
And then I wake up and wipe the sleep from my eyes
And I rise to face another day
Without her
Do-do-do
Do-do-do-do
Can't go on without her
Do-do-do
Do-do-do-do
There's no song without her
It's all wrong without her
Can't go on without her

. . .


Freckles was his name
He always used to get the blame
For every broken window pane
And how they'd yank him
They'd always spank him

In school, he'd tease the girls
He always used to pull their curls
The way that boy would carry on
It was a shame

And when the teacher found a tack on her chair
Though a hundred children were there
Everybody said, "Freckles"
He always got the blame

Freckles was his name
He always used to get the blame
For every broken window pane

In school, he'd tease the girls
He always used to pull their curls
The way that boy would carry on
It was a shame

And when the cat had kittens up in the hay
One was black and seven were gray
Everybody said, "Freckles"
He always got the blame

And though his marks were lower
Then the kids much slower
His marks were perfect
With the old bean blower

Freckles was his name
He always used to get the blame
For every broken window pane

In school, he'd tease the girls
He always used to pull their curls
The way that boy would carry on
It was a shame

. . .


Nilsson

It's been so long
It's been so long
It's been so long since I kissed you
Oh Lord knows how I missed you
Gee you're looking gee, but you're looking so fine
It's been so long since I held ya
Oh yeah I've been …… just to tell ya
Gee you're looking gee, but you're looking so fine
La, la, la, la, la ….
It's been so long
It's been so long
It's been so long since I kissed you
Oh Lord knows how I missed you
Gee you're looking gee, but you're looking fine
It's been so long since I held ya
Oh yeah I've been …… just to tell ya
Gee you're looking gee, but you're looking fine
La, la, la, la, la ….
It's been so long
It's been so long

. . .


Barry-Greenwich-Spector

When I was a little girl
I had a rag doll
Only doll I've ever owned
Now I love you just the way I loved that rag doll
But only now my love has grown

And it gets stronger, in every way
And it gets deeper, let me say
And it gets higher, day by day

And do I love you my oh my
Yeh river deep mountain high
If I lost you would I cry
Oh how I love you baby, baby, baby, baby

When you were a young boy
Did you have a puppy
That always followed you around
Well I'm gonna be as faithful as that puppy
No I'll never let you down

Cause it grows stronger, like a river flows
And it gets bigger baby, and heaven knows
And it gets sweeter baby, as it grows

And do I love you my oh my
Yeh river deep, mountain high
If I lost you would I cry
Oh how I love you baby, baby, baby, baby

I love you baby like a flower loves the spring
And I love you baby just like a robin loves to sing
And I love you baby like a school boy loves his pet
And I love you baby, river deep mountain high
Oh yeah you've gotta believe me
River Deep, Mountain High
Do I love you my oh my, oh baby
River deep, mountain high
If I lost you would I cry
Oh how I love you baby, baby, baby, baby

. . .


Clear air and sparkling city
Crisp cloud lines crystal pretty
Wind sweeps the streets and swirl by lovers
Strolling through their own world
Basking in each others glow
While I wander lonely
I hear the church bells ringing
Mixed choirs of Sunday singing
I wander down the sidewalk
Wondering wondering what will spring be
Whether spring will comfort me
While I wander lonely
Soon I'll find a change
Watching hours pass I walk away the day
Hiding from the room where my memory keeps
Replaying scenes
Of shattered dreams
Cars pass reflective windows
Night falls and still the wind blows
I turn to home and think tomorrow
That's the day I'll meet her
That's the day my love will turn
While I wander lonely.

. . .


Waiting around for the first breath of spring
Nobody else seems to care
She waits patiently for the knowledge that she will
Have so much to give to someone
Waiting around for the knock at the door
Gentleman callers beware
Hoping to see all the flowers and candy he's offered her
In every dream she's ever had
Mmmmmmm
She don't mind all the waiting around for someone to come along
Knows she's about to be found before too long
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
She don't mind all the waiting around for someone to come along
Knows she's about to be found before too long
Waiting around for the first breath of spring
She never noticed the snow on the ground
Spring never made it
Somebody delayed it
For her again
And the year before
And the year before
And the year before
And the year before
And the year before

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