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1. |
O What A Night
03:54
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O what a night - dancing with strangers
Lights on in dark places
Call off the fight – you're in no danger
Smiles on their faces
Nothing lost by being ventured, nothing gained if never tried
They'll never know unless you tell them, never find you if you hide
Stand up, walk tall, take heart and make waves
Stand firm, keep on – be brave!
O what a night - dancing with strangers
Lights on in dark places
Call off the fight – you're in no danger
Smiles on their faces
No reward for hesitation; faint of heart goes home alone
The simple joy of pure elation belongs to those who roll the stone
Tune in, take aim, be strong and make light
Draw breath, speak out, hold tight!
Tune in, take aim, be strong and make light
Draw breath, speak out, hold tight!
O what a night - dancing with strangers
Lights on in dark places
Call off the fight – you're in no danger
Smiles on their faces
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Good Things Happen
04:22
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Another place, another time, another test for a restless mind
A fading dream of a time gone by, carried soft on a cinnamon sigh
Looking back, your vision's blurred
Searching for the sense in events that occurred
Breathe the air deep in your lungs
Turn your face to the rising sun.
Watching cars rolling by; follow clouds across the sky
Sunlight through your window flows; dry your tears, let them go
Stand tall, your head unbowed
You did all circumstance allowed
Let go this feeling you're tired of
Nothing to regret, nothing further required
The place to be happy is here,
The time to be happy is now
Trees blossom and the water flows,
The bells don't ring and the whistles don't blow
The clocks don't strike, it's still all around,
There's nothing going down in this old town
So throw off your chains, you're free of them now
Don't be afraid when the north winds howl
Good things happen when the walls come down
Keep on looking to the way you're bound
Throw off your chains, you're free of them now
Don't be afraid when the north winds howl
Good things happen when the walls come down
Keep on looking to the way you're bound
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3. |
Taken Too Soon
02:29
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Nobody's dancing at the club tonight
Turntable's silent and the door's shut tight
We stand in groups beneath the entrance light
Taken too soon
We heard the news in the early hours
The pain was theirs, the loss is ours
Somebody marked the spot with flowers
Taken too soon
A boys' night out in another town
The tank was full, the driver's foot was down
Misjudged the distance in the dark
The squeal of brakes, a sudden spark
A flash of fire, a muffled shout
Riding in the back seat, riding in the back seat
There's no way out
And when they come to try to lay the blame
To understand this crying shame
They'll write these words beneath your name
Taken too soon
A boys' night out in another town
The tank was full, the driver's foot was down
Misjudged the distance in the dark
The squeal of brakes, a sudden spark
A flash of fire, a muffled shout
Riding in the back seat, riding in the back seat
There's no way out
And when they come to try to lay the blame
To understand this crying shame
They'll write these words beneath your name
Taken too soon
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No Time To Lose
04:47
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I'm overloaded with that Friday feeling,
Circulation pumping to the weekend boogaloo
Washed and changed and ready and I'm heading up the avenue
The 14 gets to town about half-past seven,
I meet up with the boys and we have a drink or two
We consider all suggestions cos' tonight's an open question
And soon we have to choose what we will do
We can dance to that Motown beat,
Or watch the action up and down the street
It feels like dynamite with a slow-burning fuse
Bar to bar got to move your feet, check the style of everyone we meet
Somewhere something's happening and we got no time to lose
You meet somebody with the right kind of rhythm,
She takes you to the places you know you want to go
A shift of your perspective in respect of where you were before
You wait beneath the clock about half-past seven,
Feeling kind of nervous in case she doesn't show
She's looking for commitment, your machismo doesn't fit any more
She's opened the door to what life has in store
We can dance to that Motown beat,
Or watch the action up and down the street
It feels like dynamite with a slow-burning fuse
Feel the passion, feel the rising heat,
Beneath the cover of a cool white sheet
We know where it's happening and we got no time to lose
We can dance to that Motown beat,
Or watch the action up and down the street
It feels like dynamite with a slow-burning fuse
Feel the passion, feel the rising heat,
Beneath the cover of a cool white sheet
We know where it's happening and we got no time to lose
Yes, we know where it's happening and we got no time to lose
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In Amsterdam
05:05
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In Amsterdam, I'm cold and it's dark; last night we slept in the park.
Got to find somewhere, a place inside to stay.
Met a guy by the snack machine: he said,
“Come along, better follow me,
I know a place, know a place that's free.”
Not sure if it's a good idea,
But money's tight and we need somewhere to sleep.
Soon we're climbing aboard a boat on the canal;
We've got people to meet.
Four young men, together alone, found a place and made it their own,
For today at least; when tomorrow comes, who knows?
Made their money down beneath the bridge
Where the businessmen look for company -
It's a lonely life in the big city.
They made a space for KC and me,
We smoked and talked as the night slipped away.
Lay down our bags, lay down our heads;
But if our bed was free, there's still a price to pay.
First light, heard low voices again; saw the needle deep in the vein,
Saw the blood run down his arm and leave a stain.
Cold reality drives sleep away.
There's a change in the atmosphere -
Chill of fear, may be danger here.
Back on the street with a sigh of relief,
Pulled my coat round tight to keep in the heat.
That's when I found out that my money was gone,
Three hundred miles from home and nothing to eat.
Down at the station, a desperate plight;
Begging for quarters for food for the night.
Most people look away and hurry by;
Some speak a language I don't understand.
Then someone says “Hi”, an American,
Plays violin in a rock music band.
He wants to know how we got into this state,
We talk for a while then he gives us what we need.
They just performed on a TV show
So they're feeling good and they just got paid.
We bought tickets for the overnight train,
We're going home with food to eat on the way.
Blessings be on you, It's A Beautiful Day,
I swear I'm going to pay you back some day.
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Autumn Song
03:57
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Fruit ripens on the vine,
Sweetens with each shortening day
As its bloom starts to fade
But although the boughs bend,
They stay strong to the end,
Take their place in the grand parade.
Young in limb, the vigour of Spring, full of the wonder of everything.
Summer comes, the burst into blossom, the struggle to answer the call;
And now the circle makes one further turn,
Yet the story goes on and the flame will continue to burn.
Sun sinking in the west casts shadows and sharpens the lines,
Still its brilliance shines.
And the dust steals the blues, leaving just twilight hues
In the beautiful evening sky.
Young in limb, the vigour of Spring, full of the wonder of everything.
Summer comes, the burst into blossom, the struggle to answer the call;
And now the circle makes one further turn,
Yet the story goes on and the flame will continue to burn.
Leaves shiver on the trees, crimson and deep golden-brown
Then they drift to the ground.
Before winter winds blow, one last dazzling show
As the curtain comes down
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7. |
A Very Nice Place To Be
03:59
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In the parlour mad musicians playing long past dusk
No-one told them how they free us, no-one told them that they must.
Through the window, in the garden, watching shadows grow
Evening on us warm and gentle, nowhere else to go.
It’s a very nice place to be, a very nice place to be ,
It’s a very nice place to be when you’re alone.
Lanterns grinning in the darkness, passionless, divine;
Words in anger, high aggression, tread a thin, thin line
Artist in an upper window looking for a view
Paints the wall for self-expression, nothing else to do.
But it’s a very nice place to be, a very nice place to be ,
It’s a very nice place to be when you’re alone.
Life is fast, we leave no traces, travelling by light
Lie and watch the patterns changing far into the night
Cradling their pet neuroses, matriarchal clan
Denizens of Goblin City waiting for The Man.
And it’s a very nice place to be, a very nice place to be ,
It’s a very nice place to be when you’re alone.
Oh it’s a very nice place to be, a very nice place to be ,
It’s a very nice place to be when you’re alone,
When you’re alone
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8. |
The Face Of Time
06:32
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Cast your doubts in the face of time
What if your path is the wrong way?
Life is so rich and generous now
All the noises are dying away
Find your place in the space of years
Be a breath, a shadow, a child
Put your faith in the golden dream
On the face of time is a smile
On the face of time is a smile
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9. |
Did You Hear?
04:03
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He shivers, so numb are his senses, he tries and tries to speak.
In vain he waits for no-one, there's no-one left to greet.
And the world around him dances, I don't believe they care;
They all wait for their chances, telling themselves he's not there.
Did you hear about the lover? his friends are friends indeed.
They gave him no chance to recover; they have their own mouths to feed.
Old times, the sweet open spaces, a backseat point of view;
Strange days are taking their places, some nightmares do come true.
And the world around you crumbles, I've seen it in your eyes,
As the guilty dealer mumbles and tries and tries to sell you lies.
Did you hear about the lover? his friends are friends indeed.
They gave him no chance to recover; they have their own mouths to feed.
The strange ways of disillusion make changes constantly.
I found myself in confusion, restored my faith in me.
And the world around me shivers, they're fighting to survive.
When the takers give back to the givers they will find themselves alive.
Did you hear about the lover? his friends are friends indeed.
They gave him no chance to recover; they have their own mouths to feed.
Did you hear about the lover? his friends are friends indeed.
They gave him no chance to recover; they have their own mouths to feed.
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Long shot or sure thing? Foxtrot or slow swing?
A blue moon for a hot date, too soon or is too late?
Trigger itch or gun shy? In the ditch or riding high?
Godsend or damnation? Dead end or sweet salvation?
Pin drop – did you hear? Heart stop, cold fear.
Gut wrench, the occasion; teeth clench, anticipation.
Brains churn, can't think; cheeks burn – need a drink.
Tongue-tied, I can tell no lies, Blind-side, took me by surprise
Some things you can't control
You have to let go, let the reins fall,
Let the dice lie where they roll
Some things you can't control:
When the winds blow, when you hear the sirens call
Breadline – to survive; deadline gives you drive
Bad day makes you tense, hell to pay – no recompense
Take out your frustration, scream and shout - no communication.
Wake up after midnight; want to make up, but where's your appetite?
Some things you can't control
You have to let go, let the reins fall,
Let the dice lie where they roll
Some things you can't control:
When the winds blow, when you hear the sirens call
Some things you can't control
You have to let go, let the reins fall,
Let the dice lie where they roll
Some things you can't control:
When the winds blow, when you hear the sirens call
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11. |
No-one Ever Knows
02:36
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I go to work to pay my bills,
To keep awake I take my pills
The cash keeps pouring through the tills,
I wonder where it goes
I'm just a slave to modern life,
I can't escape the constant strife
My luck ran out and trouble's rife,
That's how the river flows
That's how the river flows, I wonder where it goes
No-one ever knows, no-one ever knows
I'm on the edge, I'm on the brink,
I'm not as strong as people think
I hide my fear behind a drink
So nothing ever shows
When I was young I eyed the moon,
A dream that disappeared too soon
I never held the silver spoon and doors began to close
Doors began to close, so nothing ever shows,
No-one ever knows, no-one ever knows
The race was rigged, it wasn't fair,
I needed help but none was there
Cos someone took the lion's share,
A rich man's wealth just grows
The wave will break upon the shore,
The tide will turn, the mouse will roar
The world will shake unto its core,
But when – nobody knows
But when nobody knows, a rich man's wealth just grows
No-one ever knows, no, no-one ever knows!
But when nobody knows, a rich man's wealth just grows
No-one ever knows, no, no-one ever knows!
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12. |
The Cruellest Month
03:17
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April is the cruellest month, so TS Eliot said
But even he would be dismayed how many now are dead.
Springtime with its promises of better things to come
Means nothing now to those who grieve, the traumatised and numb
And now we learn to live, to fear the enemy within
It prowls the empty streets for prey, dividing us from kin
Silent and invisible, its deadly reach unfolds
We hide inside our little worlds, our little lives on hold
On desert ground a flower grows, among the thorns a rose
Amid the dark a tiny light of inspiration glows
Somewhere in this turning world a new beginning stands Use your power wisely, our fate is in your hands
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Albert Promenade England, UK
Albert Promenade is singer-songwriter Keith Washington plus supporting musicians.
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