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Cirrus Minor
In a churchyard by a river
Lazing in the haze of midday
Laughing in the grasses and the graves
Yellow bird you are not long
In singing and in flying on
In laughing and in leaving
Willow weeping in the water
Waving to the river-daughters
Swaying in the ripples and the reeds
On a trip to cirrus minor
Saw a crater in the sun
A thousand miles of moonlight later
The Nile Song
I was standing by the Nile
When I saw the lady smile
I would take her out for a while
For a while
Like tears that like a child
How her golden hair was blowing wild
Then she spread her wings to fly
For to fly
Soaring high above the breezes
Going always where she pleases
She will make it to the island in the sun
I will follow in her shadow
And I’ll watch her from my window
One day I will catch her
She is calling from the deep
Summoning my soul to endless sleep
She is bound to drag me down
Drag me down
Crying Song
We smile and smile
We smile and smile
Laughter echoes in your eyes
We climb and climb
We climb and climb
Foot falls softly in the pines
We cry and cry
We cry and cry
Sadness passes in a while
We roll and roll
We roll and roll
Help me roll away the stone
Up the Khyber
(Instrumental)
Green is the Colour
Heavy hung the canopy of blue
Shade my eyes and I can see you
White is the light that shines
Through the dress that you wore
She lay in the shadow of a wave
Hazy were the visions overplayed
Sunlight on her eyes but moonshine
Made her cry every time
Green is the colour of her kind
Quickness of the eye
Deceives the mind
Envy is the bond between
The hopeful and the damned
Cymbaline
The path you tread is narrow
And the drop is sheer and very high
The ravens all are watching
From a vantage point nearby
Apprehension creeping
Like a tube-train up your spine
Will the tightrope reach the end
Will the final couplet rhyme
And it's high time Cymbaline
And it’s high time Cymbaline
Please wake me
A butterfly with broken wings
Is falling by your side
The ravens all are closing in
There's nowhere you can hide
Your manager and agent
Are both busy on the phone
Selling coloured photographs
To magazines back home
And it's high time Cymbaline
It's high time Cymbaline
Please wake me
The lines converging where you stand
They must have moved the picture plain
The leaves are heavy round your feet
You hear the thunder of the train
Suddenly it strikes you
That they're moving into range
And Doctor Strange is always changing size
And it's high time Cymbaline
It's high time Cymbaline
Please wake me
And it's high time Cymbaline
It's high time Cymbaline
Please wake me
Party Sequence
(Instrumental)
Main Theme
(Instrumental)
Ibiza Bar
I'm so afraid of the mistakes that I’ve made
Shaking every time that I wake
I feel like a cardboard cut-out man
So build me a time
When the characters rhyme
And the storyline is kind
I’ve aged and aged since the first page
I’ve lived every line that you wrote
Take me down take me down
From the shelf above your head
And build me a time
When the characters rhyme
And the storyline is kind
I live where I’m left
On the shelf like the rest
And the epilogue reads like a sad song
Please pick-up your camera and use me again
And build me a time
When the characters rhyme
And the storyline is kind
More Blues
(Instrumental)
Quicksilver
(Instrumental)
A Spanish Piece
(Instrumental)
Pass the tequila Manuel.
Listen gringo laugh at my lisp and I kill you.
I think.
This Spanish music .
It sets my soul on fire.
Lovely seniorita.
Your eyes are like stars,
your teeth are like pearls,
your ruby lips.
Dramatic Theme
(Instrumental)
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