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Words and Music by Mike Batt
I won't spend my life
Waiting for an angel to descend
Searching for a rainbow with an end
Now that I've found you I'll call off the search
And I won't spend my life
Gazing at the stars up in the sky
Wondering if love will pass me by
Now that I've found you I'll call off the search
Out on my own
I would never have known this world
That I see today
And I've got a feeling
It won't fade away
And I won't end my days
Wishing that love would come along
Because you are in my life where you belong
Now that I've found you I'll call off the search
INTERLUDE
Now that I've found you I'll call off the search x 2
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Words and Music by John Mayall
Every morning (a)bout half past eight,
My Mummer wakes me says,
"Don№t be late",
Get to the office, tryin' to concentrate,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.
So I stop one day to figure it out,
I'll quit my job without a shadow of a doubt,
To sing the blues that I know about,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.
Minute after minute,
Second after second,
Hour after hour goes by,
Working for a rich girl,
Staying just a poor girl,
Never stop to wonder why.
So here I am in London town,
A better scene I№m gonna be around,
The kind of music that won't bring me down,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.
Every morning (a)bout half past eight,
My Mummer wakes me says,
"Don't be late",
I get to the office, tryin' to concentrate,
My life is like a slow train crawling up a hill.
So I stop one day to figure it out,
I'll quit my job without a shadow of a doubt,
To sing the blues that I know about,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.
Minute after minute,
Second after second,
Hour after hour goes by,
Working for a rich girl,
Staying just a poor girl,
Never stop to wonder why.
So here I am in London town,
A better scene I'm gonna be around,
The kind of music that won't bring me down,
Life is just a slow train.
So here I am in London town,
A better scene I'm gonna be around,
The kind of music that won't bring me down,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill
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Words and Music by Mike Batt
How can I think I'm standing strong,
Yet feel the air beneath my feet?
How can happiness feel so wrong?
How can misery feel so sweet?
How can you let me watch you sleep,
Then break my dreams the way you do?
How can I have got in so deep?
Why did I fall in love with you?
CHORUS:
This is the closest thing to crazy I have ever been
Feeling twenty-two, acting seventeen,
This is the nearest thing to crazy I have ever known,
I was never crazy on my own:
And now I know that there's a link between the two,
Being close to craziness and being close to you.
How can you make me fall apart
Then break my fall with loving lies?
It's so easy to break a heart;
It's so easy to close your eyes.
How can you treat me like a child
Yet like a child I yearn from you?
How can anyone feel so wild?
How can anyone feel so blue?
CHORUS
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Words and Music by Mike Batt
Some people say
That oysters make you come on strong,
But I don't buy it,
I don't believe my diet turns me on.
Won't take no pills,
That's the last thing that I need to do,
I can't deny it,
My aphrodisiac is you.
Alright, I could sniff some powdered rhino horn,
And go to bed in rubber gloves.
But I don't need no stimulation,
Potions, balms or embrocation,
I'm in love,
In other words:
Don't smoke no grass,
Or opium from old Hong Kong,
That hubble-bubble
Just makes me see you double
All night long.
Don't waste my time
With Spanish fly and roots to chew,
They cause me trouble,
Because my aphrodisiac is you.
Alright, I could sniff some powdered rhino horn,
And go to bed in rubber gloves.
But I don't need no stimulation,
Potions, balms or embrocation,
I'm in love,
In other words:
Some people like
To read the khama sutra first,
But I don't need it
I think if I should read it
I'd be worse;
Don't ask me why,
Because baby, I ain't got a clue.
I just concede it,
My aphrodisiac Is you
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Words and Music by Delores Silver
The tables are empty - the dance floor's deserted
You play the same love song - it's the tenth time you've heard it
That's the beginning - just one of the clues
You've had your first lesson - in learnin' the blues
The cigarettes you light - one after another
Won't help you forget her - and the way that you love her
You're only burning - a torch you can't lose
But you're on the right track - for learnin' the blues
When you're at home alone, the blues will taunt you - constantly
When you're out in a crowd, the blues will haunt your memory
The nights when you don't sleep - the whole night you're crying
You just can't forget her - soon you even stop trying
You'll walk the floor - and wear out your shoes
When you feel your heart break - you're learnin' the blues
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Words and Music by Mike Batt
Gonna blame it on the moon,
Didn't want to fall in love again so soon.
I was fine, feeling strong,
Didn't want to fall in love with anyone.
Now that it's gone too far to call for a halt,
I'll blame it on the moon
'Cause it's not my fault;
I didn't think I'd this would happen so soon
So I'll blame it on the moon.
I was happy to be free
Didn't think I'd give myself so easily.
Guilty feelings in the night
As I wonder is it wrong to feel so right.
Now that it's gone too far to call for a halt,
I'll blame it on the moon
'Cause it's not my fault;
I didn't think I'd this would happen so soon
So I'll blame it on the moon.
Gonna blame it on the moon,
Didn't want to fall in love again so soon.
I was fine, feeling strong,
Didn't want to fall in love with anyone.
Now that it's gone too far to call for a halt,
I'll blame it on the moon
'Cause it's not my fault;
I didn't think I'd this would happen so soon
So I'll blame it on the moon
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Words and Music by Katie Melua
I've got a ticket,
To the fast city,
Where the bells don't really ring,
Getting off the plane the cold air,
Rushes like bullets through my brain,
And I'm divided between penguins and cats,
But it's not about what animal you№ve got,
It's about being able to fly,
It's about dying nine times,
Aah x 2
Walked on Broadway,
Going up to falls,
With the old man I used to know,
The paintings on the walls of release,
Are colourful but they are no Matisse,
And I'm divided between penguins and cats,
But it's not about what animal you've got,
It's about being able to fly,
It's about dying nine times,
Aah x 2
It's about being able to fly,
It's about dying nine times,
Aah x 2
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Words and Music by Randy Newman
Broken windows and empty hallways
A pale dead moon in the sky streaked with gray
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today
Scarecrows dressed in the latest styles
With frozen smiles to chase love away
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today
Lonely, lonely
Tin can at my feet
Think I'll kick it down the street
That's the way to treat a friend
Bright before me the signs implore me
To help the needy and show them the way
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today
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Music by Mike Batt
Lyrics: Traditional
Hush now, Honey, here's the word
My Baby's gonna buy me a mockingbird
If that mockingbird don't sing
Baby's gonna buy me a diamond ring
If that diamond ring don't shine
We'll still have a real good time,
So I'm making it clear
Woah, woah.
To this man that I have found
I'm gonna sing the sweetest sound
And if that sweetest sound don't rock
I'm gonna buy him a music box
And if that music box don't play
I'm gonna stay with him anyway
So I'm making it clear
Woah, woah
When that man and I are wed
I'm gonna keep him warm in bed
And when my man's no longer hot
I'm gonna bring him a vodka shot
And when that spirit's made him strong
I'm gonna stay with him all night long
I'll be holding on tightly
Woah, woah
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Words and Music by Mike Batt
You are the tiger burning bright
Deep in the forest of my night
You are the one who keeps me strong in this world
You sleep by the silent cooling streams
Down in the darkness of my dreams
All of my life I never knew
You were the dream I'd see come true
You are the tiger burning bright
I was the one who looked so hard I could not see.
Now I could never live without the love you give to me.
I lived like a wild and lonely soul,
Lost in a dream beyond control.
You were the one who brought me home down to earth.
For you are the tiger burning bright
Deep in the forest of my night
All of my life I never knew
You were the dream I'd see come true
You are the tiger burning bright
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Words and Music by Katie Melua
Whoo
Faraway voice,
We can hear you whoo voice,
What's it like to be heard,
But from you not a word,
Are you over those hills,
Do you still hum the old melodies,
Do you wish people listened,
Over here with me,
Whoo x 2
Faraway voice,
What I would give to hear that voice,
What's it like to breath,
My ears deceive me voice,
And I will walk with you on a summers,
And I will talk to you,
Though you're faraway,
And we'll sing through the years,
Are you over those hills,
Do you still hum the old melodies,
Do you wish people listened,
Over here with me x 3
Whoo x 2
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Words and Music by: J. Shelton
I lost myself on a cool damp night
Gave myself in that misty light
Was hypnotized by a strange delight
Under a lilac tree
I made wine from the lilac tree
Put my heart in its recipe
It makes me see what I want to see
and be what I want to be
When I think more than I want to think
Do things I never should do
I drink much more than I ought to drink
Because I brings me back you...
Lilac wine is sweet and heady,
like my love
Lilac wine, I feel unsteady,
like my love
Listen to me...
I cannot see clearly
Isn't that he coming to me nearly here?
Lilac wine is sweet and heady
where's my love?
Lilac wine, I feel unsteady,
where's my love?
Listen to me, why is everything so hazy?
Isn't that he, or am I just going crazy, dear?
Lilac Wine, I feel unready
for my love...
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