Gary Brooker - Get up and dance
Tekst :
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
Gary Brooker - The cycle
Tekst :
Rain is falling all around
It seeps into the ground and it flows
let it grow, let it grow
Streams by water filled
Feed rivers, turning mills and it grows
let it flow, let it flow
Raindrops are tears falling from Heaven
I ve seen the mist rise up from the Severn
The chain is complete, the cycle not broken
Teardrops are rain that say more than any words spoken
Wheat and barleycorn
by help of moisture born, our food
Let it grow, let it grow
Usk or the Wye, it doesn t bother me
Sea, river, lake, as long as they re close and free
Ask me why? Water s a part of me
I m even-tenths wet! Yes all but a third of me s Water
Water {Severn, Usk and Wye are rivers in the south-west of England}
Dark and thund ry skies
Cloud our eyes: that s how it goes
Let it flow, let it flow
Let it grow, Let it grow
Let it flow, let it flow.
Gary Brooker - Low flying birds
Tekst :
Black suspenders and high-heeled walk
A painted mouth that says it wants to talk
The offer s made and it s hard to miss
but bear in mind that you re running a risk with those
Low flying birds
I wouldn t shoot at em
Low fling birds
they re far too dangerous
A tight sweater that tell it all
Just like a trophy hanging on the wall
The scented hair that leaves a trail behind
something to follow if you don t mind those
Low flying birds
I wouldn t shoot at em
Low fling birds
they re far too dangerous
Low flying birds
What would you do with them
Low flying birds
You d only ruin them
The tightest denim that Levi s make
Slowly peeling to reveal the shape
The blackest hair that s just been done
With make-up looking like a sticky bun, and they re
Low flying birds ...
in black suspenders
Low flying birds
in tight sweaters ...
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
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...
In the midst of all this welcome change
I can hardly wait
Oh, to welcome all that was estranged
To my life again
I thought I was on my own
At different times
Just a voice on a cold pay phone
At...
Malinconia di mezza stagione, dammi ragione, come si fa.
Come si fa a sedersi in un ristorante da soli in questa città
come una sentinella con zero idee
guardo chi va e chi viene, non mi voglio per niente bene.
Ora mi faccio dare coraggio dalla signora bionda del bar,...
Secretary: This is how we do it... this is how we do it
[phone ring]
Sec: Last chance records, may i help you?
Oh, what s up girl! Young nigga came over last night, and guess what.
He was a busta. But hold on a second.
Excuse me,...
Pogadajmy o uczuciach
Bo niektóre są jak grom
Obojętnie gdzie się zwrócisz
One wszędzie dokoła są
Miłość i rozpacz
Radość, smutek, ból
Groźniejsze czasem są od kul
Za mały dla nas świat
Za duży na nim tłok
Za dużo namiętności tu, co krok
Za mały dla nas...