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Streets of London
Have you seen the old man
In the closed-down market
Kicking up the paper with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride,
And held loosely at his side
Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news

So how can you tell me you're lonely,
And say for you that the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something to make you change your mind

Have you seen the old girl
Who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?
She's no time for talking,
She just keeps right on walking
Carrying her home in two carrier bags.

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In the all night café
At a quarter past eleven,
Same old man is sitting there on his own
Looking at the world
Over the rim of his tea-cup,
Each tea last an hour
Then he wanders home alone

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And have you seen the old man
Outside the seaman’s mission
Memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears.
In our winter city,
The rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero
And a world that doesn't care

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You Make Me Feel Good (For Leah May)
Don’t care for gardenias
Rather have a dandelion
Don’t like weddings much either now
Things that you can’t rely on.

But you make me feel good
You with your run-down shoes and your shining eyes
You make me feel good
You can do what you want and I don’t mind.

Don’t much care for birds of paradise
Rather have a sparrow
Don’t like flying much either now
Things you can’t control.

But you make me feel good
You with your scruffy jeans and your run-down shoes
You make me feel good
You only do the things that you want to.

You make me feel good
You with your scruffy jeans and your tangly hair
You make me feel good
You can do what you want
And I don’t care.

Grande Affaire
Take a bus, who needs a car
We’ll eat here, take this seat near the door.
Well I'm not hungry much now, are you?
Is it ok if I share yours with you?
I’ve got no money and I think I believe that you knew.

Remember the moon on the wall, didn’t she shine?
The taste of the sheets and the feel of the wine.
Wasn't I glad that you was mine
In the Grande Affaire?

Take a boat, maybe a plane,
Anywhere now, 'cept Greece or Spain.
For sure, I know where I am,
I see canals, this is Amsterdam.
I got friends here and they know, they can say who I am.

Remember the room without any view?
Frightened of meeting someone that we knew,
No farewells or how-do-you-dos
In the Grande Affaire.

Now I've stayed in all the best hotels,
And there's white coated waiters attend me,
And I look at the beautiful girls,
Do they really believe they can bend me?

Well I drive now seldom I walk.
I can speak French, but I'd rather not talk.
Which suit will I wear tonight?
Take out the brown, but in the end wear the white.
After shade stepping out stepping into the light.

Remember the moon on the wall didn’t she shine,
The year was all wrong so we sent back the wine,
Wasn't you glad that you was mine
In the Grande Affaire?

Seeds of Heaven
Give me sweet forgiveness
And I think that it might
If not relieve all the pain that I feel
At least help me to sleep tonight.

Come down like an angel
Come on down like a woman
Say that it’s forgiven.
Give me your sweet forgiveness,
Sweet forgiveness
And it must be,
Must be the seeds of heaven.

When I’m weak and feeling guilty
And it’s sometimes I do,
Give me strength to seek forgiveness
Come and help me to see it through.

Come down like an angel
Come on down like a woman
Say that it’s forgiven.
Give me your sweet forgiveness,
Sweet forgiveness
And it must be,
Must be the seeds of heaven.

Well you walk in with eyes open
Say to yourself I am a man
But you end up with a heart broken
But somehow baby you still understand.

Come down like an angel
Come on down like a woman
Say that it’s forgiven.
Give me your sweet forgiveness,
Sweet forgiveness
And it must be,
Must be the seeds of heaven.
 

El Progresso
Down at the cantina
I was dancing cheek to cheek
With a dark eyed Senorita
With a rose between her teeth
She had a rose between her teeth

I said, “Is that the rose I smell
Well upon your breath so sweet”,
And she gave me a look that made me tremble
From my head down to my feet.
From my head down to my feet.

And it’s Fire on the Island
Flame round my heart
Burn on the mountain
My fire of the is-
Land of the Flame
Fire round my heart
Burn upon the mountain,
Burn on the mountain.

Rose fell to the floor
As she whispered in my ear
And crushed it under foot and said,
“I've crushed your rose I fear,
I've crushed your rose I fear.”

El Progresso, El Progresso
That is my secret.
Like the wind from the sea, she whispered to me,
“It's a great little cigarette,
She’s a great little cigarette”.

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Well it’s rolled from the flower
That grows in the dust
On the Montagne Del Fuego.
And the drag was the proof as I hit the roof
Like smoking a volcano.
Like smoking a volcano.

I was down at the cantina
When I suffered a hammer blow
From a dark eyed Senorita
And El Progresso
El Progresso.

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Heron Song
And once I walked a million miles
All the way to Yugoslavia
And I carried you all of the way
For where I was then there you are.

As the sun rose o’er the curb stones
By the road where I’d been sleeping
Them night-long trucks, as they roared by
They could not drown my weeping.

And it was me, and I alone
Who looked toward the far horizon
And I saw King Heron
On his dead tree throne
And I knew not which to keep my mind on.

Now I cannot speak for everyone
For they got their reasons
All on this road
But, Heron, would that I had your wings
For then I’d know where I would go
For then I’d know where I would go.

Pity the Boy
Pity the boy who marries for money
Or wealth and position
Thinking his troubles will fade out of mind.
Pity the boy who marries for beauty
Only to find like a flower in the morning it withers and dies.

Better by far to marry for love,
Stay broke for the rest of your days
Than to settle down for the sake of
Ending your rambling ways
And they won’t end
And thinking about them
Your time you will spend.

Pity the girl who marries for duty
Believing in time if she works at her heart
It will turn into love.
Pity the girl who marries for strength
And protection, she’ll find
In the shade of a great tree nothing can grow.

Better by far to marry for love
And stay broke for the rest of your days
Than to settle down for the sake of
Ending the games you have played
They won’t end
And thinking about them
Your time you will spend.

Bless the child that’s born of a union
Grown out of love
He’s richer by far, he’s got more than enough
Bless the child who walks in that union
Grows in that love
His riches are more than the stars under heaven.

Interest on the Loan
Now it's come to talking I don't have much to say,
It wouldn't come out right, and so I'll leave it out, oh it's best that way
And I want to get out now cos I need just a couple of drinks.
Can you lend me a little money till I draw my pay?

And I'm leaving like a thief in the night.
But I will try to write to you, or maybe phone
And I'll send you back the money,
But not the love you lent
I could never pay no interest on that loan

You really give me comfort I couldn't take more tenderness
My credit's overdrawn and I just slide deeper in your debt
And I want to get out now cos I need just a couple of drinks.
Can you lend me a little money till pay day next?

Why don't you get some rest now you ought to get an early night.
I've got a key so you can lock the door and it'll be all right.
I'll just take my winter coat, it looks like it might rain.
Can you lend me a little money just for the night?
 

Jenny Taylor/Je n’etais la
My Jenny Taylor, my Jenny Taylor
Jenny oh oh la la, Jenny Jenny Taylor

Ne le fait pas le fait pas
Le fait pas comme ça
Ne le fais pas le fais pas
Le fais pas comme ça
Doucement oui c’est ça
Doucement oui oui c’est ça
Il va bien comme ça
Mais il marche pas comme ça

Ne le met la bas la bas, met la bas
Ne le met la bas la bas, met la bas
Pourquoi tu ne comprend pas?
Je dit la bas, pas en bas
Il marche pas comme ça
Mais il va bien comme ça
 

Lunar Lullaby
Thousands of miles without moving
In the silence and stillness we're turning
Who scattered the stars in the field of night?
Say it's all right, say it's all right,
Well say it's all right.

Ocean storm-thrown boats collide
With waves of no direction
With compass set up on a star
Head for the port's protection.

Faster than light we're not ageing,
So where does the time go we're saving?
Give me a sermon for sleep tonight
Won't you say it's all right, say it's all right,
Well say it's all right.

And the driftwood it collides
With blind boats on the water
Oh, sad I watched the moon fall down,
But the river safely caught her.

Confusion of stars where's the pattern
To chart us away from collision?
We are dust, we are spark, we were light before dark
It was all right, it is all right,
And it'll be all right.

Above, below, worlds collide
In the before and after
Oh happy to watch the sun go down
And join the angels’ laughter.
 

Bonus Track
 
Another Star Ascending (The Boxer)
If I’d been born a street away, another star ascending
I’d have been a fighter, a boxer in the ring
And I salute the boxer if he lose or if he win
Not the cigar-ash, splashed fat men
Who sit around the ring.

I want water in the bottle not brandy in the glass
Bruised and battered maybe but a fighter to the last
So I salute the boxer if he lose or if he win
Not the cigar-ash splashed fat men
Who sit around the ring.

And I have watched the fighters since I was just a kid
From their struggle through the ghettos to their championship bids
And it ain’t just for the money that a guy gets cut and bruised
Or to please the ringside fat men
And to keep them all amused.

No boxer started out rich and I hate when they complain
They’re calling it blood money they talk of damage to the brain
But the poor do not want charity they only want their pride
Better go down fighting than accept the back seat ride.

I’m gonna miss Muhammed when he takes his final bow
May he go out with his fist high and ignore the screaming crowd,
Ignore the compliments of fat men who behind their cigars hid
And keep the sense of pride he gave to every ghetto kid.

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