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Gary Brooker Album


No More Fear of Flying (1979)
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(Matthew L. Moore / Tom Kosta)

Well your father lends us a car,
If we just won't go too far.
And we always seem to come home late
In't that funny

Well your family is so afraid
Cos our love keeps growing stronger
And they really don't want us to carry on
any longer.

Oh Savannah
You've taken my heart
We can make a new start now
This situation is tearing us apart
Oh Savannah you know we can't wait
Cos it might be too late
If we wait any longer

You call me on the phone
and you tell me how you're so lonely
and your Daddy won't let you leave home
on account of me. Well you know,
You know we've talked this over before
Where can we go
We can run away, we can run away... ay...

Savannah, Oh you've taken my heart
We can make a new start now
This situation is tearing us apart
Oh Savannah you know we can't wait
Cos it might be too late
If we wait any longer

. . .


(Mickey Jupp)

You shot me down
You set me up woman then you shot me down
All you did was say "see you around"
You must have known, you must have seen it in my eyes
You must have known, I loved you woman, but now you're gone

I'm a summer, ruined by rain
I'm a pilot, shot down in flames
I'm a sailor, sunk without trace
The last time I saw your face

Why, for heavens sake woman won't you tell me why
Have you ever seen a grown man cry
I'm off my head, I'm going crazy thinking about this things you said
Could be with you but now instead

I'm a summer, ruined by rain
I'm a pilot, shot down in flames
I'm a sailor, sunk without trace
The last time I saw your face

I'm a summer, ruined by rain
I'm a pilot, shot down in flames
I'm a sailor, sunk without trace
The last time I saw your face

. . .


(Gary Brooker / Keith Reid)

There was no more fear of flying
Once the final word were spoke
There was no more tears of crying
It had all become a joke
Though they took a vow of silence
Still the rumours quickly spread
There was no more point in trying
for the great affair was dead

There was no more fear of flying
There was no more fears and pain
There was no more need for spying
They had everything to gain

There was no more fear of flying
There was no more tortured brow
They had dropped the safety curtain
They had killed the sacred cow
There was everything to live for
There was nothing to explain
They had left the scene, triumphant
They would live to fight again

There was no more fear of flying
There was no more fears and pain
There was no more need for spying
They had everything to gain

. . .


(Gary Brooker / Pete Sinfield)

Well she looked me up and down
I said I'd just got into town
She said welcome it's a friendly kind of place
So I asked her if by chance
She knew where a man could dance
She said Yes Sir and a smile lit up her face

I said did she
She said I do
I said would she
She said with you
I said well now if that's OK
But if you wanna boogie baby
Lets stop wasting time this way

Get up and dance you newer know what you might find
Get up and dance nobody cares nobody minds
Get up and dance you in the corner don't be shy
Get up and dance let the music get you high
Get up and dance get up and dance

Well we danced the night away
I said I have no place to stay
She said well you've got a friendly kind of face
So I asked her if by chance
She could help a man who danced
She said Yes Sir I know just the place

I said did she
She said I do
I said would she
She said with you
I said well now if that's OK
But if we're gonna make it baby
Lets stop wasting time this way

Get up and dance go and find a hand to hold
Get up and dance you know it stops you gettin' old
Get up and dance there ain't a thing you've got to loose
Get up and dance I want you rockin' in your shoes
Get up and dance get up and dance

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So many ships have slipped on by in the night
I couldn't keep the score
Until you tied up in the harbour with me
And I prayed we'd share something more
Maybe we both tried just a bit too hard
New loves so close and true
For ten wild days we held a straight flush in hearts
And then I froze on you

Give me something to remember you by
Like a kiss on a cold cold night
Give me something to remember you by
As your ship sinks out of sight

The queen of rubies took the sweet jack of moon
So high above the flood
Though they survived the fall
with ice on their wings
The stables ran with blood
Maybe we had too much to win or loose
We'd both been lost before
But that ain't your hear that's an anchor and chain
All those are claw marks across my floor

Give me something to remember you by
Like a knife or a blue steel key
Give me something to remember you by
Like a rose like a storm at sea

Give me something to remember you by
We weren't wrong but we weren't right
Give me something to remember you by
Bye-bye baby, bye-bye

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(Murray Head)

Say it ain't so Joe
Please, say it ain't so
That's not what I want to hear Joe
And I got a right to know

Say it ain't so Joe
Please, say it ain't so
I'm sure they're telling us lies Joe
please, tell us it ain't so

They told us that our hero
Had played his trump card
He doesn't know how to go on
We're clinging to his charm & determined smile
But the good old days have gone.

The image and the empire may be falling apart
The money has gotten scarce
one mans word held the country together
But the truth is getting fierce.

Say it ain't so Joe
Please say it ain't so
We've pinned our hopes on you Joe
And they're ruining our show

Oh baby don't you think we're gonna get burned
Oh baby don't you think we're gonna get burned
We're gonna get turned, we're gonna get learned
We're gonna get burned
We're gonna get burned
We're gonna get burned

. . .


(Gary Brooker/Pete Sinfield)

Wouldn't changed a single word
Or touch a single note
Of those old songs those New York Songs
Of love that we once wrote
And though it hurts now we're apart
And different dreams pursue
Fragments of those songs remain
In whispered shades of blue

Old Manhattan melodies
Echo through my broken heart and call me back to you
Old Manhattan melodies . . .
Why Oh why the echoes cry I only wish I knew

Lighthouse shine in Quarter time
And guide me from this coast
In case I run around once more
And meet you or your ghost
I 'ver tried I can't turn back the clock
Your ships too long at sea
A dream the river stole away
Oh Misty Melody ...

Old Manhattan melodies . . .
Echo through my aching heart and tell me you're still true
Old Manhattan melodies
Why Oh why the whole world cries I only wish I knew

Old Manhattan melodies .. .
Every note a memory some happy and some blue
Old Manhattan melodies . . .
Whisper through my lonely heart and call me back to you.

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(Gary Brooker/Pete Sinfield)

I've known some ladies
That made me happy
In so many different ways
Like sweet Conchita
And Isabella
Back in my travelling' days

Then there was Georgia
she was a country girl
she could reap all I could sow
Not like dear Judith
So fond of Music
And Edgar Allan Poe

But when I think of Angelina
All the others fade away
I can't recover
I know I'll love her
Now and forever

I took my pleasure
Where I found it
And the ladies as they came
Like Liz from Tucson
And Claire from Rouen
There were so many names

When unexpected
Just like a whirlwind
Angelina stole my heart
We did some walking
And got to talking,
And said we'd never part

. . .


(Gary Brooker/Pete Sinfield)

I've been watching your performance
From the minute you got here
you've been riding on your high horse
But your motives are not clear
You have filled up all the ashtrays
And the carpets wearing thin
I believe we both speak English
Won't you kindly let me in
Let me in all I want to do is help you
Let me in, let me in, let me in

You keep looking out the window
You keep staring at the door
Yeah and every time the phone rings
You make frantic semaphore
I'm a man that's used to trouble
I've seen all the seven sins
I'll even be your long lost uncle
If you'll only let me in . ..
Let me in all I want to do is help you
Let me in, let me in, let me in

You know they say a trouble shared's a trouble half way gone
But bottle it inside and you'll explode
I'd rather have your tears than nitro-glycerine
So let me in I can take the load
I can mend a heart that's broken
Put a patch on your romance
But I gotta have some detail
Time and place and circumstance
I'm a man that's used to trouble
I've seen all the seven sins
There ain't nothin' left to shock me
But you gotta let me in . ..

. . .


(Mickey Jupp)

Switchboard Susan won't give me a line
I need a doctor get me 999
The first time I picked up my telephone
I fell in love with your ringing tone

I'm a long distance romancer
And I keep on trying until I get an answer
Give me! give me! one more chance
You're a great, little operator

Switchboard Susan let me off the hook
I've been this way since you just gave me a look
Switchboard Susan girl you're all the rage
Come on woman now let's get engaged

I'm a long distance romancer
And I keep on trying until I get an answer
Give me! give me! one more chance
You're a great, little operator

Now when I look at you girl I get an extension
And I don't mean on Alexander Graham Bell's invention
Switchboard Susan can we be friends
After six and at weekends

I'm a long distance romancer
And I keep on trying until I get an answer
Give me! give me! one more chance
You're a great, little operator

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