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al stewart - the year of the cat
On a morning from a Bogart movie
In a country where they turn back time
You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre
Contemplating a crime
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running
Like a watercolour in the rain
Don't bother asking for explanations
She'll just tell you that she came
In the year of the cat
She doesn't give you time for questions
As she locks up your arm in hers
And you follow 'till your sense of which direction
Completely disappears
By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls
There's a hidden door she leads you to
These days, she says, I feel my life
Just like a river running through
The year of the cat
Well, she looks at you so cooly
And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea
She comes in incense and patchouli
So you take her, to find what's waiting inside
The year of the cat
Well, morning comes and you're still with her
And the bus and the tourists are gone
And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket
So you have to stay on
But the drum-beat strains of the night remain
In the rhythm of the new-born day
You know sometimes you're bound to leave her
But for now you're going to stay
In the year of the cat
al stewart - electric los angeles sunset
Shots split the night, a bullet lodged in his brain
He must have died instantly, he felt no pain
A crowd quickly gathered to the feast of the gun
Waiting for the ambulance and cops to come
Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
Sirens wail in the concrete
Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
Electric Los Angeles sunset, the sunset, the sunset, oh-o-oh
Headlight lit the faces by the tabernacle door
Gazing at the bloodstains on the damp sidewalk
As the crowd turned to go, a man was heard to say
"He must have had it comin' to him anyway"
Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
Blood wagon rolls through the dragnet
Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
Electric Los Angeles sunset, the sunset, the sunset, oh-o-oh
Cadillacs roll through the smoggy perfume
The buildings are choking on oxygen fumes
Evangelists praying in rented rooms, in the afternoon
Which way do the signposts read
African eyes in the sunrise
The gates of the city are rusted over and mouldering
The violence of the evening decays into the night
While shadows press like moths against the neon light
Movie queues diffuse into the Cinerama haze
While libertines read pornozines in street cafes
Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
The madman swings in the pulpit
Hm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
Electric Los Angeles sunset, the sunset, the sunset, oh-o-oh
al stewart - year of the cat
On a morning from a Bogart movie
In a country where they turn back time
You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre
Contemplating a crime
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running
Like a watercolour in the rain
Don't bother asking for explanations
She'll just tell you that she came
In the year of the cat
She doesn't give you time for questions
As she locks up your arm in hers
And you follow 'till your sense of which direction
Completely disappears
By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls
There's a hidden door she leads you to
These days, she says, I feel my life
Just like a river running through
The year of the cat
Well, she looks at you so cooly
And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea
She comes in incense and patchouli
So you take her, to find what's waiting inside
The year of the cat
Well, morning comes and you're still with her
And the bus and the tourists are gone
And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket
So you have to stay on
But the drum-beat strains of the night remain
In the rhythm of the new-born day
You know sometimes you're bound to leave her
But for now you're going to stay
In the year of the cat
al stewart - soho
Rainstorm, brainstorm, faces in the maelstrom
Huddle by the puddles in the shadows where the drains run
Hot dogs, wet clogs clicking up the sidewalk
Disappearing into the booze shop
Rainbow queues stand down by the news stand, waiting for the late
show
Pin ball, sin hall, minds in free fall
Chocolate-coloured ladies making eyes through the smoke-pall
Soho (needless to say)
I'm alone on your streets on a Friday evening
I've been here all of the day
I'm going nowhere with nowhere to go
Football supporters taking the waters
They're looking round for the twilight daughters
Non-stop strip club pornographic bookshop
Come into the back and take your time and have a good look
Old man laughs with flowers in his hair
Newspaper headline "Midde East Deadline"
Jazz musicians are down on the breadline
Soho (needless to say)
I'm alone on your streets on a Friday evening
I've been here all of the day
I'm going nowhere with nowhere to go
Soho feeds the needs and hides the deeds, the mind that bleeds
Disenchanted, downstream in the night
Soho hears the lies, the twisted cries, the lonely sighs
Till she seems lost in dreams
The sun goes down on a neon eon
Though you'd have a job explaining it to Richard Coeur de Lion
Animation, bar conversation, anticipation, disinclination
Poor old wino turns with dust in his eyes
Begs for the dregs from the bottom of the kegs, man
You've never seen a lady lay down and spread her legs like
Soho (needless to say)
I'm alone on your sheets on a Friday evening
I've been here all of the day
I'm going nowhere with nowhere to go
Soho (needless to say)
I'm alone on your streets, or am I dreaming
I've been here all of the day
I'm going nowhere with nowhere to go
al stewart - the carmichaels
Mr Carmichael says that he loves his wife
I believe he does
Gives her everything that a man can give
But Mr Carmichael beggars himself on the altar
Of his love
And you can tell him that that's not the way to live
And oh how the wind has blown
The leaves from the linden tree
And oh when the night grows free
Why does Mrs Carmichael come to me?
Mrs Carmichael rises at ten, takes her time
Is at her ease
Drinking coffee in slippers and negligee
Opens the door and the milkman brings her dreams
There's no-one sees
Except the statue of Venus and she won't say
And oh how the wind has blown
The leaves from the linden tree
And oh when the night grows free
Why does Mrs Carmichael come to me?
Oh Mr Carmichael, captain and star of his office
Billiards team
Smiles to greet the applause as his ball goes in
Hurrying back, bringing his victory home but there's
No-one here
And supper waits on the table inside a tin
And oh how the linden leaves
Lie tossed as the night wind blows
And struck in his silent pose
Mr Carmichael weeps and there's no-one knows
al stewart - sand in your shoes
Sand In Your Shoes
You always were a city kid though you were country raised
And back in some forgotten time we shared the cold north days
But the simple life was not your style, and you just had to escape
So it's goodbye to my lady of the islands.
On Remembrance Day the bands all played, the bells pealed through the park
And you lay there by the "Do Not" signs, and shamed them with your spark
Now winter moans in old men's bones as the day falls into dark
So it's goodbye to my lady of the islands.
It was just like this behind the kisses you so soon swept away
I always knew that some day yo'd be bound to just get pulled away...
The summer sun beats on and on, the shops swim in the heat
And you're standing by the traffic signs with taxis at your feet
I know that in your city skin you're feeling more complete
So it's goodbye to my lady of the islands.
No I never got the letters that you said you'd send me
So it's goodbye to my lady of the islands.
al stewart - cleave to me
Constancy dwells in
Realms of perfection
I hear the call
Life is free and love is all
Cleave to me
Harmony holds forth
Pleasures abounding
And love is free
Neath the weeping willow tree
Cleave to me
Blow thou winds my good fortunes bring
Mind the hours such as minstrels sing
Come fair thoughts let heart take wing
My lady calls to me.
Emily only
Dreams and is lonely
Dark is the night
And from now unto the light
Cleave to me
al stewart - old compton street blues
Oh your pictures they don't really do you justice little girl
For you're careful not to let the camera touch your private world
And there's just a hint of sadness in your smile through the dark
As you slip your dress off slowly for the sailor or the clerk
And it could have been so different, and at times you feel bad
For you really did have something that the others never had
And the circle turns and turns and turns so mad, little girl
Ah you must have been just fifteen when you made your mind up first
That you'd make it in the movies and you couldn't lose the thirst
And it took you to the attic where the Agent King holds Court
And his courtesans are fully paid up losers of a sort
He looks at you and tells you that you just might get the part
But you don't get things for nothing and he doesn't want your heart
And the circle turns and turns and turns so mad, little girl
Mmm, you made it to the silver screen and yet you're not a star
And advertising corsets didn't get you too far
But money has its favourites and yours went back to them
So you modelled in a studio in Greek Street for the rent
There you met Antonio, your lover from afar
Who put you on the streets to make the money for his car
And the circle turns and turns and turns so fast, little girl
Ah, your pictures they don't really do you justice any more
For they're crumpled now and faded and were taken long ago
And that faintly coy expression has now left without a trace
Ah there's little of it buried in the ruins of your face
It could have been so different, and at times you feel bad
For you really did have something that the others never had
And the circle turns and turns and turns so mad, little girl
For the circle turns and turns and turns so sad, little girl.
Oh the circle turns and turns and it's too bad, little girl.
al stewart - rumours of war
Rumours Of War
We met on the beach amid rumours of war,
your hair in your hand, what you saw you won't say
as the newspapers blew in the wind.
I can see you're one of that kind
who carry 'round a time bomb in their mind, no one knows
when you'll slip the pin.
Rumours of War.
Rumours of War.
I see that your dress is torn at the edge,
you were lost, intense, like a man on a ledge, waiting to jump
as the waves break over the shore.
You say there's a storm that can't be delayed,
and lately it seems to be comin' this way, you can hear it break
like the slam of a door.
Rumours of War.
Rumours of War.
You tell me, "Just look all around, at the past and the present,
at the cross and the present, the signs and the planets
are lining up like before."
There are souls on fire in the day and the night,
on the left and the right, in the black and the white,
you can see it burn in the eyes of the rich and the poor.
Rumours of War.
Rumours of War.
Rumours of War.
Rumours of War.
al stewart - the bear farmers of birnam
The bear farmers of Birnam
Go out every night
Creep up on their harvest slowly
They got claw marks through and through
They lose an arm or two
No, it's not a job for everybody
The bear farmers of Birnam
Go out every night
Sing a song the bears are knowin'
You may squeeze and you may roar
You may bite and you may claw
But the bear farmers keep a-goin'
A bear farmer is proud
He's a strong and silent man
He never has the time to tarry
He lasts less than a year
But he never sheds a tear
Still, he's not the kind a girl should marry
A bear farmer won't shirk
Though it's often risky work,
He never will complain about it
If an arm or leg is strewn
On the ground he sees it hewn
He shrugs and learns to do without it
The bear farmers of Birnam
Go out every night,
Sing a song the bears are knowin'
You may squeeze and you may roar
You may bite and you may claw
But the bear farmers keep a-goin'
A bear farmer will smell
And in romance not do well
Oftentimes the girls reject you
A bear won't treat you so
You're satisfied to know
When he chews you up he still respects you.
The bear farmers of Birnam
Go out every night,
Sing a song - the bears do know him
You may squeeze and you may roar
You may bite and you may claw,
But the bear farmers keep a-goin'
Squeeze and you may roar
You may bite and you may claw
But the bear farmers keep a-goin
al stewart - strange girl
Strange Girl
You're a strange girl, you come from a strange family.
You're a strange girl, I don't understand your vanity.
Your mother's taking pills all day, she's looking to escape.
Your uncle's in the County Jail for statuatory rape.
Just another runner never made it to the tape.
Your cousin gets his kicks setting everything on fire,
your little brother always lets the air out of my tires,
your sister wants to prove that she's an object of desire.
You're a strange girl, you come from a strange family.
You're a strange girl, I don't understand your fantasy.
Your father's a collector and his things are of delight,
he likes cameras and binoculars and everything in sight,
he collects them in a wagon in the middle of the night.
Every holiday's a nightmare and it's giving me the chills,
everybody ends up fighting, I remember it still.
The only thing that they agree on is that it's me they want to kill.
You're a strange girl, you come from a strange family.
You're a strange girl, I don't understand your vanity.
I think we ought to break up, I could really use the rest.
Everything I like you say is something you detest,
but every time I try to leave you say you love me best.
I was looking for some mystery, I thought you'd be the girl.
I really must admit you were like nothing in this world.
I finally got the oyster but I never found pearl.
You're a strange girl, you come from a strange family.
You're a strange girl, I don't understand your vanity.
You're a strange girl, you come from a strange family.
You're a strange girl, I think you're headed for calamity.
al stewart - don t forget me
The sun is going down across
The great unknown
Lights come on inside the towers made of stone
A muffled drum plays
Out of sight and all alone
Summer is over
The city lies awake
And breathes electric air
The sailor in the bar
Dreams of a love affair
Young girls seem to shimmer
In fluorescent glare
Summer is over
It's a never ending show
Faces come and go
Like a river
You're a rainbow
Wrapped in gray
Shake the dust away
Like a river
CHORUS
But don't forget me
Don't forget me now
Don't forget me
Don't forget me now
The crowd is spilling
>From the video arcade
The owner of the restaurant
Pulls down the shade
The thunder of the trucks
Is like a cannonade
But now it's over
al stewart - merry monks
Merry monks are shallow as the waters of the ford
Sing a spiritual sancteum that covens of the lord
Dream away the darkening day that never was seen before
Would you bring me solace when all our love is gone
Will there be a promise waiting just behind the dawn
Oh, just behind the dawn
al stewart - a man for all seasons
What if you reached the age of reason
Only to find there was no reprieve
Would you still be a man for all seasons?
Or would you just have to leave
We measure our days out
In steps of uncertainty
Not turning to see how we've come
And peer down the highway
From here to eternity
And reach out for love on the run
While the man for all seasons
Is lost behind the sun
Henry Plantagenet still looks for someone
To bring good news in his hour of doubt
While Thomas More waits in the Tower of London
Watching the sands running out
And measures the hours out
From here to oblivion
In actions that can't be undone
A sailor through the darkness
He scans the meridian
And caught by the first rays of dawn
The man for all seasons
Is lost beneath the storm
And I should know by now
I should know by now
I hear them call it out all around
Oh, they go
There's nothing to believe in
Hear them,
Just daydreams, deceiving
They'll just let you down
What if you reached the age of reason
Only to find there was no reprieve
Would you still be a man for all seasons?
Or would you just disbelieve?
We measure our gains out in luck and coincidence
Lanterns to turn back the night
And put our defeats down to chance or experience
And try once again for the light
Some wait for the waters of fortune to cover them
Some just see the tides of ill chance running over them
Some call on Jehovah
Some cry out to Allah
Some wait for the boats that still row to Valhallah
Well, you should try to accept what the fates are unfolding
While some say they're sure where the blame should be falling
You look round for maybe a chance of forestalling
Bot too soon its over and done
And the man for all seasons
Is lost behind the sun
al stewart - amsterdam
Al Stewart - Amsterdam
Oh I just came back from Haarlem
On the very last day of Autumn
Made it through the customs, took the bus into town
The flat looked cold and empty
The chairs unused and dusty
Just a few old letters and papers lying around
The Dutch people were friendly
You know they put me up and they fed me
All along a tour of one night stands
All my days and all my ways
Are so confused
I tell you right new
I'm going to make it back to Amsterdam
And you can feel fine anytime
You choose to lose yourself for a while
Bottle of wine
In some back street cafe
Or out on the street, there's a chance
For you to meet anybody you please
Taking the time
To ease your blues away
Fred was a crazy driver
He took us at a hundred miles an hour
Down a side street out of a traffic jam
All my days and all my ways
Are so bemused
I tell you right now
I'm going to make it back to Amsterdam
Oh I just came back from Haarlem
And the very thing I was wanting
Was to find some way to let you know how I felt
You can't say much in an evening
If you know you'll soon be leaving
There's not much time to talk, and it's maybe as well
But I wanted to give you something
Because you knew you really helped me
So I've written you a song with a small West Indian band
And though it seems some days that all my ways are
Bound to lose
I tell you right now
I'm going to make it back to Amsterdam
Amsterdam
Amsterdam
Amsterdam
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