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Long Lingers Autumn Time
05:00
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Long lingers Autumn time
Late the leaves are turning
I wear a threadbare cloak
Nought shall ease my yearning
I hear undiscerning far away
Winter's wanton white horse neigh
There's no way to unbe
What I was and whence I came
Long lingers autumn time
Late the leaves are dying
There's no way to unbe
What I was and whence I came
Long lingers Autumn time
Late the leaves are falling
I wear a threadbare cloak
None shall heed my calling
I hear appalling far away
Winter's wanton white horse neigh
There's no way to unbe
What I was and whence I came
(Lyrics by Dave C. Seager)
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Potted History
03:02
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Out along the Kentish coast the Wilde Flowers bloomed
It was a time of new beginnings, open skies
Of fledglings tottering into flight and ...
When we were young, when we were young
There was nothing we wouldn't try
When we were young
Nothing could abort plans of Soft Machine and Caravans
Planting Hope for Happiness
We were young, when we were young
Pataphysically obsessed
When we were young
Flagging down the Nova Express
Camping out on Dada's trail
Grabbing Desire by the Tail
We were young, we were very young
Never sleeping all the way
When we were young, when we were young
From Herne Bay down to San Tropez
A Certain Kind of pattern set
In Memories that haunt us yet
When we were young, when we were young
Out along the Kentish coast the Wilde Flowers bloomed
It was a time of...
(Lyrics by Stirling Bennett)
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Keep On Caring
06:03
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All week struggle to earn those green vouchers
That pay for the beer and somewhere to sleep it all off
Safely away from the workaday wakeups
I lie in my warm woolly wintery what's it all about?
Trains of thought, images, fantasies passing
As night enters day lone stars they twinkle inkle think I'll
Stay in my dreams, out to lunch, memories merging
Yesterday's thinks thingybobs bobbling 'bout my brains
Brains I have seen, and the places I have been
Such a simple dream - simply dream
Keep on dreaming now
Have you ever stumbled through your dreams
Found there's someone listening - waiting for your call
Stopping you, falling falling - waking from your dreams?
Have you ever studied stars twinkling in the southern twilight?
Contemplating constellations makes you feel all right
Well it's good to know
If you take care for stars, stars take care for you
So let's take care for stars, therefore care
Keep on caring now
If I exist outside of me - will I meet me somewhere on my astral projection?
Somewhere up on the truth-tops, outside space and time
Should I biorhythmically pick out individual readings
Stick to palmistry, prophecy of destiny is such a mystery
Think I'll stick to tea
And remain amongst my dreams, 'cause that's where me meets me
Me meets me
Safely in my dreams
(Lyrics by Richard Sinclair)
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Cruising the Eastern Sky
04:25
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Flying east today on a wonderful cruise
Got a ticket from the President, I'm such a lucky guy
Seeing Russia from the sky, me oh my
Strapped me in my seat, then mentioned something 'bout a fuse?
Lots of places, lots of people I'm gonna see
And I'll bet they'll wave their hands as I go flying overhead so high
(It's so nice when you are cruising)
Hallo friends, hallo Russia
Got a little button here, don't know what it does
Bound to be something
Good enough for Leningrad, Kharkov, Kiev - can't be bad
What a smashing time
Minsk and Omsk and Vladivostok
Sevastopol and good old Rostov
Won't it just be fine
Cruising the Eastern sky
Lots of folks and lots of country I'm gonna see
And I'll bet as I go cruising past
They'll wave fast and smile so sweet at me
(It's so nice when you are cruising)
Hi there friends, hi there Moscow
Got a gift from Uncle Sam, dunno know what it does
Bound to be something
Hot enough for old Murmansk, good old Semipalatinsk
Love to light your fire
Tallin, Riga and Odessa
Krasnoyarsk I must confess
Ya fill me with desire
Cruising the Eastern sky
Lots of fun and lots of parties I'm gonna to see
And I bet in every town there'll be a welcome
Waiting just for me
(It's so nice when you are cruising)
Hallo friends, hallo comrades
Little present here, dunno what it does
They told me to share it around
Today's the day I'll be high up in the sky
Got a ticket from the President, I'm such a lucky guy
Gonna see the world on a cruise, me oh my
Thanks to Uncle Sam, Mister President and all those nice men down there
Wonder why they're running quite so fast towards that concrete shelter
Nevermind, think of balalaikas and that nice Mr. Andropov
(Lyrics by Hugh Hopper)
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Oldest Story Ever Told
02:19
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Handcuffed to the telephone
It's not easy to get free
Only thing that's learned
Is nothing's learned from history
She came to fetch her things
With the better man
Like a re-run B-film
Death on the installment plan
Time to take your medicine
Let's consecrate this bottle
Here's to her and here's to him
Here's to tomorrow...
You can't go on but you'll go on
Waiting for the next
To cauterize your open wound
You prisoner of love and sex
(Lyrics by Stirling Bennett)
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Video Shows
05:19
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Watch the screen, watch the screen...
We want to show you all certain colourful scenes that are rather special
We have penetrated everywhere - never miss a trick
Well I tell you it's good - put yourselves in our hands and you'll see...
We are the strangest couple of coves who ever lived
Set up the video, Matey and we'll show them a thing or two 'fore they run away (Rip out the telephone)
You'll see some ramifications that'll make your hair curl like a pompadour, like a genuine Teasy
Things that no-one ever saw before...
Here is a candid shot on a certain ferry, with a pair of sailors at half mast
What a scene, what a picture on our video
It's a scream when you're shooting it and nobody knows
What's obscene, what is naughty in your libido
What a team, me and Matey, with our video shows
Look at that feller there - who would guess he's a knight and a famous surgeon?
Watch his hands shake as he probes that naval orifice
Well I said it was good and there's more where that came from, oh yes
We are the strangest couple of blokes who ever lived
Set up the video camera and we'll shoot any private passion or hidden shame
There's no colour bar
You'll see a chief from the Congo and a pair of corgis on a royal tour
And a lady in Scotland
Things the like of which we must explore
Here is a lovely scene, got it from underneath them just after certain people lost a war
What a dream, what a nightmare on our video
It's a scream when you're shooting them from way down below
What a scene, what a caper, what a picture show
We're a scream, me and Matey with our video shows
Take 'Madame Clutterbuck' - her real name if I told you would raise your eyebrows
She appears in public every day rather differently
Well I told you it's good, and there's more where that come from, oh yes
We are the strangest couple of chavs who ever lived
Set up the video pictures and you keen people-watchers drool over hot delights
We have no prejudice
You'll see a dowager princess and a keen young footman and a bombardier
And a banker of merit
Things like that you know you can't ignore
We want to show all, pikkies of rather smaller but very sporty people, rich and poor
What a scene, what a picture on our video
What a scream when you're shooting it and nobody knows
What's obscene, what is naughty in your libido
What a team, me and Matey, with our video shows
What a dream, what a nightmare on our video
Elton Dean's sax is straighter than some people we know
What a scene, what a caper, what a picture show ...
(Lyrics by Hugh Hopper)
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Solidarity
03:33
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Solidarity! Solidarity! Solidarity! Solidarity!
Walking - getting from one place to another (simple as A, B and C)
Walking - placing one foot before the other (one step or two but not three)
Strolling - sticking to the rules and not running (jumping)
Hopping (skipping), trotting but
Keeping one foot on the ground or the other (dogs must be kept on a lead)
Nice to goosestep together
We'll all help you keep time
Walk in your sleep (don't try to run)
Talk in your sleep (before you can walk)
Talking - noises that are made between persons (made from the ears to the mouth)
Talking - harmless if it's just conversation (not east to west - north and south)
Speaking - anything you say may be noted (reported, distorted)
Taken (listed, twisted), locked in safe
Keeping - lips are better sealed - no dissension (keep a civil tongue in your head)
Nice to duckspeak together
We'll all help you keep mum
Talk in your sleep (don't try to talk)
Think in your sleep (with your mouth full
Thinking - forming an idea about something (but keep your thoughts to yourself)
Thinking - holding a belief or opinion (just eat your words - walls have ears)
Dreaming - even when you're sleeping we're watching (spying)
Listening (trying), trust us to
Know - know what is best in the long run (too tired and tonguetied to talk)
Nice to have you here with us
Nowhere else you can go
Think in your sleep (don't think you'll be missed)
Think in your sleep (we'll soon change your tune)
Think in your sleep
Think in your sleep ...
(Lyrics by Angus McLewin)
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Only The Brave
01:21
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Only the brave watch when Pye demonstrates the Mole
Mountains can fall when he inserts it in the hole
It goes so far, it goes so fast, where it ends up no-one knows
But Daevid down in Melbourne thinks he did see one of those
Down in the Bay old Dave is doing rather well
Wife and a nipper from a certain strange hotel
He's got a job right up his street, or say his "Avenue"
He's tinkling ivories all day long, he always wanted to
Then there's a Coughlan whose attempts to drink us dry
Having abandoned finally his bid to fly
He only made a pair of flaps before he crashed upon the beach
It's rumoured that his flippers failed to open at three feet
(Lyrics by Hugh Hopper)
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Colin-A-Dell
03:44
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Colin-a-Dell? Yes, I've known him well
Since the day he was born with his shock all shorn
He shot from the womb like a corpse from a tomb
Gave a hideous yell as if casting a spell
A peculiar chap - they made him a cap
Of leather and lead to squat square on his head
Fain did his brain run like rain down a drain
Perhaps 'twas queer cap made him querulous, poor chap
At school he was quick, much like wax from the wick
Dissected a lizard, was elected a wizard
His college he scandalized with the knowledge he'd vandalized
His trick with a stick nicked the Dean's knickers thick
When pretty well growed he befriended a toad
City roads would they roam until late wending home
Under endings of moon, soon they'd send up a croon
About what no-one knowed, all rendered in code
Bad went to worse, he fashioned a hearse
From a farmer's wagon, tethered to a dragon
Feathered his bed with the fleece of the dead
And with cursings terse nursed his bursting purse
An improbable tale, no nearer the pale
Then a kettle of fish in a teacup, I wish
'Twere not wholly true, just an unwholesome brew
Over some gruesome ale, but it's true as a nail ...
(Lyrics by Dave C. Seager)
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Richard Sinclair Martina Franca, Italy
The leading voice of the Canterbury Scene. Beginning with the Wilde Flowers, on to Caravan, Hatfield & the North, Camel and all his recent group efforts, Richard Sinclair's singing and bass playing have been a constant source of delight for lovers of Canterbury music. A deep, low voice, a talent for memorable melodies few can match, plus an imaginative and fluid technique on the bass and guitar. ... more
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