Альбом Kevin Ayers

Dead words scattered round the room like dust
Daggers and knives that have started to rust
One more battle fought in the name of love.

Tears and blood splattered over the wall
Broken bits and pieces up and down the hall
Take 'em up to bed,
And stick 'em all together again.

That's what you get for following dreams
Never turn out how they should it seems
That what you get for losing yourself
That's what you get, babe.
That's what you get, babe.
That's what you get, babe.

A bottle of wine, dinner for two
You know me better, I'm learning 'bout you
Two blue candles burn with the flame of love


. one day soon will come a shake up time
But, baby tonight, loving you feels fine;
I hold yours, and you hold mine, it's warm again.

That's what you get for loving this way;
Say it loud when there's something to say;
That's what you get for taking a chance
That's what you get, babe.

You give your heart away
And most of your time
Sign away your freedom
On some dotted line
Stick to the rules,
You're guaranteed peace of mind, babe....

Believe it, or leave it,
You do as you please.
There's no such thing as guarantees
Life doesn't hold any certainties except dying.. .

Where do I go from here, and is it far?
Why was I born with a wish to touch a star?
Why can't I leave things alone, and as they are?

Ooh, baby, can you take the pain,
I'm hurting you once again;
I know you think I'm insane (maybe I am)

Sometimes I'm bad to you, baby sometimes I'm mean.
I'm not malicious, but I don't want to live in a dream;
I only push when I think we should change the scene.
Know what I mean?
I know I'm making you sad


My desperation is bad
Trying to find what I had, but it's gone

Ooh, baby, can you take the pain,
I'm hurting you once again;
I know you think I'm insane (maybe I am)

Who am i, who am i, baby tell me who are you?
Are you adventurous, and think of what we've got to do;
It's really scary what other people's rules can do to you..
I know I'm causing you pain,
Wish I knew how to explain;
Why I stay out in the rain.

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So I give my heart to you
though I can't be sure
you won't take it and break it
and hurt me
I've been hurt so many times before

We can play those games of love
like other people do
but that's not me or you
it's just everyone else
is all dreams and I want something new

And there are no guarantees
that can set your heart at ease
'cause no one ever knows
how the feeling comes and goes
when you're sure it's so strong
it can never go wrong
it'll always go on and
then suddenly it goes

Only brave hearts live their love
weak hearts hide in dreams
living lives in romance
leaving danger and chance
to the warriors of love

And there are no guarantees
that can set your heart at ease
'cause no one ever knows
how the feeling comes and goes
when you're sure it's so strong
it can never go wrong
it'll always go on and
then suddenly it's gone

So I give my heart to you
though I can't be sure
you won't take it and break it
and hurt me
I've been hurt so many times before

It's getting crazier in every way;
We've got the same kind of idiots as yesterday.
They were chosen by more idiots
They're one of a kind
They'll steal your life,
But they'll never get mine
Cause I'm gonna get mine
Gonna get mine
Gonna get mine
Gonna get mine!

I'm sick and tired of spending all of my years
Living under the thumbs of those old racketeers.
Power and money - more than life everytime.
They can use your life,
But they'll never get mine.
'cause I'm gonna get mine
Gonna get mine
Gonna get mine


Gonna get mine!

Dead people like to kill..
It's their one remaining thrill.

It's getting crazier in every way;
We've got the same kind of idiots as yesterday
. they were chosen by more idiots
They're one of a kind
They'll steal your life,
But they'll never get mine
'cause I'm gonna get mine
Gonna get mine
Gonna get mine
Gonna get mine!

Dead people like to kill..
It's their one remaining thrill.

Swell, they call me the super salesman'cause selling is all I do.I've got an endless stashOf expensive trashI want to sell to you--'cause I'm a super salesmanSuper super salesman;I'm a super salesman,That's what I am!
You can tell I'm a genuine personFrom my haircut to my shoes.Don't worry about your money, it's guaranteed..Guaranteed to lose!I'm a super salesman, etc.
But you'll be doing yourself a favourAnd you know that I'm sincere;I've got a beautiful rap, to sell this crapIt's music to the ears.Now listen to me:
Sell, sell.

I've got things to save you moneyI've got things to save you time;So you can use the timeTo earn the cashTo buy this trash of mineI'm a super salesman, etc.
Yes I'm the universal salesmanYou can find me anywhere;Take a good look inside of yourselfYou'll find a salesman there.And you're the super salesman,Super super salesman;You're the super salesman,That's what you are.
Sell yourself, it's later than you think;Sell yourself, it's later than you think;Super salesman,Super super salesman, etc.Uper salesman

Nothing comes easy
You've got to put your money down
Never let your honey down,
When she's on your side.

You want love, they want houses,
Better dig in your trousers
Put your money where your mouth is
Pull out that cash, from your stash.

And then, pay through the nose,
buying buttons and bows
And never-ending clothes
Keep your love in style...

Ooh, money, money, ooh, money, money
Where does it go?
Down in some bottomless ditch.
Ooh, money, money, ooh money, money
Guess you all know--
Your money goes back to the rich, la ti da..
Your money goes back to the rich.

There ain't no way around it
You can't joke, you can't tease her
When she wants a new freezer,
It's a serious thing.
And she knows you'll pay double
To avoid any trouble;
She knows you can't stand to squabble;
And you're bound to give in..
So you pay, once again, through the nose
for a new quelque chose,
And you throw in a rose
To give your love a thrill.

Ooh, money, money, etc.

You get moonlight in the evening
Sunshine by day;
That's all you get for nothing
You want more?

Ooh, money, money, etc.

Miss Hanaga is a terrible flirt
she looks like sugar
she talks like dirt
take off your trousers
you'll lose your shirt to miss Hanaga

All the women call her slut
while all the men try to knock on her door
she's got something
she knows what it's called, miss Hanaga

She's someone in between lover and wife
she's independent, in love with life
she'll rub her rope
she'll show you her knife, miss Hanaga

Some call her animal
some just sigh
they call it low
and come back high
from their dreams
when they've been there to crown
oh miss Hanaga

The women hate her
the man who would dare
men they are curious
but never go near
no man has ever seen the trace of a tear on miss Hanaga

Miss Hanaga is a wonderful flirt
she looks like sugar
she talks like dirt
take off your trousers
you'll lose your shirt to miss Hanaga

I think I ought to go to bed
It's getting dark inside my head
I've been working now, all night long,
Trying to find that impossible song.
I think I ought to go to bed, and call it a day.

I've got my poet's license
So, I'm sending you this poesy;
But, don't expect no string quartet,
Or anything so cosy,

I'm so tired
Think I ought to go to bed;
I'm so tired
I'm losing contact with my head;
I'm so tired
I've been working now, all night long,


Trying to chase that impossible song
I think I ought to go to bed, and call it a day.

I've got my poet's license
So, I'm sending you this poesy;
But, don't expect no string quartet,
Or anything so cosy,

I'm so tired
Think I ought to go to bed;
I'm so tired
I'm losing contact with my head;
I'm so tired
I've been up here all night long,
Trying to find that impossible song
I think I ought to go to bed, and call it a day.

Floating on moonlight
With my head on your knee;
But, once again, babe
I'm thinking about me.

And, though we're feeling close
And touching, too;
You have to admit, babe,
You're thinking about you.

And, where do the stars end
If I'm here all alone?
And why am I feeling
So far from home?

Spoonful of moonlight
A bottle of wine
Just look at all those stars
You're gonna have a good time.

Out there in the darkness
With the wolf and the owl;
Oh, what does it matter


If you scream or you howl?

And, where do the stars end
If I'm here all alone?
And why am I feeling
So far from home?

Love is that stranger
Who comes knocking at your door.
Gives you a sweet taste
Leaves you howling for more.

You get that taste
You've got to take it;
But when you want more
(and you will)
You're gonna have to make it.

And, where do the stars end
If I'm here all alone?
And why am I feeling
So far from home?