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7. | The Fear and Loathing in Tollington Park Rag |
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Have you heard our story?
A mystery it seems
Gather round, come listen
See the spectacle within
Take your seats and in a moment
The curtain will rise
Presenting the show of our lives
The curtains draw slowly
The fanfare sounds true
The audience starts cheering
The spotlight's on you
As the scene grows before you
The mirror is set
A performance we will not forget
For this is the show of our lives
The stage is still and silent
No cries, no cheers, no one
And yet we feel the glory
The show still goes on
So ring the bells and sing
Shout with all your hearts set
A performance we will not forget
For this is the show of our lives
Ring the bells and sing
Gather round and sing
Ring the bells and sing
Gather round and sing
(repeat to fade)
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I've seen days where there's always sunshine
I've stood days in the pouring rain
I fall over myself and sometimes
I get back on my feet again
So you got me all wrong
'Cause I can see what you mean a lot more than you know
You got me all wrong
And I can see you're just stuck in a hole – stuck in a hole
Don't ask when you know what I said
You can't do nothing wrong from right
If you come sleeping and passing my way
We'll go lazing around tonight
Don't get me all wrong
'Cause you can't see what I mean a lot more than you know
Don't get me all wrong
'Cause you and me, we'll be stuck in a hole – stuck in a hole
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Lover, why don't you phone?
It's lonely and I need you near me
I don't believe it's over
Lover, you know I feel as if I talk too much
Shut me up, hold me close
Lover, when you come to me
I feel as if you never left
I need you to remind me
Lover, you know I don't know what it is with you
Shut me up, hold me close
Lover, why aren't you here?
It's lonely and I need you near me
It never will be over
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Now that it's done
I can see we've got it all back together
Signs in your eyes, in my smile
Show it all, show it all
Sometimes it all seemed much better
Nobody ever to guide you
Always so easy just wanting to please with your eyes
Travelling unknown, singing songs
Doing all with whatever
We'll be right, we'll be wrong
But we'll do it all, do it all
Don't know what lay down beside me
Slowly taking me over
Changing my mind without reason or rhyme from that goal
Oh, I'd work it out slowly
Oh, I'd take it as it comes
Oh, I'd talk it all over
Oh, shove it back where it comes
In my mind I can find
All I need for whatever
And as such don't need much
To get me by, get me by
A smile, a laugh can be better
A million or two just in case I
Don't feel at ease and there's something it'd please me to find
Oh, I'm working it slowly
Oh, and I'll take it as it comes
Oh, and I'll spread it all over
Oh, shove it back where it comes
No ......
No .......
No backstage pass
Have you been done
Are you one or don't you know altogether?
Don't you think it all stinks
Or do you know not at all?
Don't wait for someone to guide you
Maybe it won't seem much better
Take what you can, there's time in your hand passing by
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I was never warned
About people like you
I never really learned
About people like you
You changed my life around
You let me fall in love with you
Well I never dreamed
It would be this way
It never really seemed
There would come the day
You changed my life around
You let me fall in love with you
Waking is so nice now, sleeping is a dream
Living is so fine, nothing seems mean
Sad times are on ice now, troubles hide away
Living is so fine – welcome the day!
Well I never lived
Till I met you
Now I only give
When I give to you
You changed my life around
You let me fall in love with you – yes you did!
I was never warned
About people like you
I never really learned
About people like you
You changed my life around
You let me fall in love with you
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The Mad Dabsong
Man is the child of Child, the father of the Man
Like pools within the pool and waves upon the sand
Like birds that fly so free, that somewhere must begin
The rain like circles begins again
All my life, this has been a mystery
I can close my eyes and clearly see
Everytime I'm happy in dream your memories bring me down
Set me free – let me be
Like flowing waters past the rippled stones of time
Like old men ageing, drifting, answering through their minds
Under a bridge of peace of woods that don't forget
She stops and stares as if we've never met
For all I know, this could be my destiny
Searching every hour of each day
Everything and nothing in my life wondering where you are
Calling you
Ben Karratt Rides Again
So please – answer me, let me see
Oh – what went wrong? You took so long!
I've been spinning 'round, down and down
Now – it really seems it's all a dream
All I want is all the life in me to be free
Oh, the time has come to get things done
I can waste no more, so move over
You – you just bring me down with all your playing around
So play the rules and keep it cool
All I want is all the life in me to be free
All I want is all the life in me to be free
All I want is all the life in me to be free
All I want is all the life in me to be free
For all I know, this could be my destiny
Searching every hour of each day
Everything and nothing in my life wondering where you are
Calling you, wanting you…
Pro's and Con's
Hey, Big Brenda
You say there's things that you don't allow
If you can't take a gift from the horse's mouth
I want my money back right now
Big black suspenders
It really makes it seem so obscene
All those great rolls of fat, just imagine that
Paying for a piece of your dream
Hey Big-boobed Barbara
It's a business doing pleasure with you
I know that it's late, but I just can't wait
La-di-da-di-da-di-dum-do
Hey Easy Elsie
You know that my mamelon's for you
It's a strange sight, but have all you like
Just let me know when you're through
Fat Flabby Freda
An orgy of pure blubber and flesh
From all that I see, I just cannot dream
Why they say you're six of the best
Hey, Naughty Nora
You say that it is bottom or bust
I think that it's true, you're one of the few
Whose service I can really trust
Wraiks and Ladders
This section is instrumental.
Sneaking out the Bare Square
This section is instrumental.
All Sorts of Unmentionable Things
This section is instrumental.
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