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Cream Album


Fresh Cream (1966)
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Feel when I dance with you,
We move like the sea.
You, you're all I want to know.
I feel free, I feel free, I feel free.

I can walk down the street, there's no one there
Though the pavements are one huge crowd.
I can drive down the road; my eyes don't see,
Though my mind wants to cry out loud.

I feel free, I feel free, I feel free.

I can walk down the street, there's no one there
Though the pavements are one huge crowd.
I can drive down the road; my eyes don't see,
Though my mind wants to cry out loud,
Though my mind wants to cry out loud.

Dance floor is like the sea,
Ceiling is the sky.
You're the sun and as you shine on me,
I feel free, I feel free, I feel free.

. . .


Driving in my car,
Smoking my cigar,
The only time I'm happy's when I play my guitar.

Sailing in my yacht,
What a lot I got,
Happiness is something that just cannot be bought.

I've been in and I'm out,
I've been up and down,
I don't want to go until I've been all around.

What's it all about,
Anyone in doubt,
I don't want to go until I've found it all out.

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I'm a sleepy time baby,
A sleepy time boy.
Work only maybe,
Life is a joy.

We'll have a sleepy time time,
We'll have a sleepy time time,
We'll have a sleepy time time,
We'll have a sleepy time time.
Sleepy time time,
Sleepy time time all the time.

Asleep in the daytime,
Asleep at night.
Life is all playtime,
Working ain't right.

We'll have a sleepy time time,
We'll have a sleepy time time,
We'll have a sleepy time time,
We'll have a sleepy time time.
Sleepy time time,
Sleepy time all the time.

I have my Sunday,
That ain't no lie.
But on Monday morning
Comes my favourite cry.

We'll have a sleepy time time,
We'll have a sleepy time time,
We'll have a sleepy time time,
We'll have a sleepy time time.
Sleepy time time,
Sleepy time all the time.

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Dreaming about my love,
You bring me joy and hours of happiness,
More or less.
I dream my life away.

Waiting for you to come,
Changing my life for you to emptyness,
Meaningless.
Minutes just drift by.

I don't care if I get nowhere.
I can just dream, and you'll be there.
What else is there to do?

Dreaming about my life,
Where are you now, and when will you
Come to me?
I dream my life away.

I don't care if I get nowhere.
I can just dream, and you'll be there.
What else is there to do?

Dreaming about my love,
You bring me joy and hours of happiness,
More or less.
I dream my life away.

Dreaming, dreaming.

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Who wants the worry, the hurry of city life.
Money, nothing funny; wasting the best of our life.

Sweet wine, hay making, sunshine day breaking.
We can wait till tomorrow.
Car speed, road calling, bird freed, leaf falling.
We can bide time.

Repeat Second Verse

Repeat First Verse

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Could fill spoons full of diamonds,
Could fill spoons full of gold.
Just a little spoon of your precious love
Will satisfy my soul.

Men lies about it.
Some of them cries about it.
Some of them dies about it.
Everything's a-fightin' about the spoonful.
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful.
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful.
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful.
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful.

Could fill spoons full of coffee,
Could fill spoons full of tea.
Just a little spoon of your precious love;
Is that enough for me?

Chorus

Could fill spoons full of water,
Save them from the desert sands.
But a little spoon of your forty-five
Saved you from another man.

Chorus

. . .


Alright, alright, alright,
Alright, alright, alright,
Alright, alright, alright,
Alright, alright, alright.

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From four until late,
I was wringing my hands and crying.
From four until late,
I was wringing my hands and crying.
I believe to my soul
That your daddy's Gulfport bound.

From four until late,
She made me a no-good barroom clown.
From four until late,
She made me a no-good barroom clown.
You know, she won't do nothing
But tear a good man's reputation down.

A woman is like a dresser,
Some man always running through its drawers.
A woman is like a dresser,
Some man always running through its drawers.
She cause so many men
To wear an apron overall.

When I leave this town,
I will bid you fare farewell.
When I leave this town,
I will bid you fare farewell.
And when I return again,
You'll have a great long story to tell.

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Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

We were rollin' and tumblin'
Right the whole night long.

We were rollin' and tumblin'
Right the whole night long.

When I woke up this mornin', baby,
All I had was gone.

Well, I rolled my baby,
She's goin' to jump and shout.

Well, I rolled my baby,
She's goin' to jump and shout.

When that train rolls up, boys,
I'm gonna come walkin' on home.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Engine driver blows that whistle,
Fireman rings that bell.

Engine driver blows that whistle,
Fireman rings that bell.

Well, I didn't have time, boys,
To bid my baby farewell.

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chorus
I'm so glad
I'm so glad
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
(reapt one time)

don't know what to do
don't know what to do
don't know what to do

tired of weeping
tired of moaning
tired of crying for you

chorus

tired of weeping
tired of moaning
tired of groaning for you

chorus repeat 8 times with
one extra I'm glad on 6th time

. . .

Toad

[No lyrics]

. . .


There's a full-time reservation
Made in a bar at the railway station.
And there's a story, a kind of fable,
On a card at the corner table.
On it is a message, been there some time.
It starts off, "The coffee tasted so fine..."

It says, "One day this may find you;
These few words may just remind you.
We sat here together just to pass time;
You said how the coffee tasted so fine."

It goes on to say, "I love you.
If you should find this, I must hear from you."
It gives a number, but the name has faded away.
All that is left are just the words, "Maybe someday..."

That's the story and the fable,
Never leave alone from a corner table.
Doo-doo-doo, doo, doo-doo-doo, doo.
Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo.
Doo-doo-doo-doo...

. . .


Wrapping paper in the gutter
Moving slowly as the wind on the sea,
(Faces calling, waves moving)
In your picture on a wall of a house of old times.
(Can you hear me) Can you hear me
(Can you hear me) Wandering sadly?

In the city, feeling pretty,
Down and out and making love to you on the shore,
(Ruined buildings, faces empty)
In the picture as I gaze ahead and don't see
(That they're calling) That they're calling.
(That they're calling) Wandering sadly.

Shattered windows, stairs to nowhere.
(Hear you calling) Hear you calling
(Hear you calling) As I wander so sadly.

Wish I knew what you'd done to me;
Turned me on to things I never knew.
It's all broken, weeds are growing.
Wish I was going home to the house by the shore
(Where you loved me) Where you loved me,
(Where you loved me) Loved me so sadly.

Someday I'll get back, somehow I'll do it.
I'll arrive there and you'll be there to meet me.
(Walk together, tread the weeds down)
Kiss again in the picture on the wall
(Where I loved you) In the old house.
(Where I loved you) Loved you so well.

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