The Triple Album Collection

My first and last time with you 

and we had some fun. 

wenT walking through the trees, yeah! 

And then I kissed you once. 

Oh I want to see you soon 

but I wonder how. 

It was a new day yesterday 

but it's an old day now. 

Spent a long time looking 

for a game to play. 

My luck should be so bad now 

to turn out this way. 

Oh I had to leave today 

just when I thought I'd found you. 

It was a new day yesterday 

But it's an old day now.

Bright city woman 

walking down Leicester Square everyday. 

Gonna get a piece of my mind. 

You think you're not a piece of my kind. 

Ev'rywhere the people looking. 

Why don't you get up and sing? 

Bright city woman 

where did you learn all the things you say? 

You listen to the newsmen on TV. 

You may fool yourself but you don't fool me. 

I'll see you in another place, another time. 

You may be someone's, but you won't be mine.

My telephone wakes me in the morning -- 

have to get up to answer the call. 

So I think I'll go back to the family 

where no one can ring me at all. 

Living this life has its problems 

so I think that I'll give it a break. 

Oh, I'm going back to the family 

`cos I've had about all I can take. 

Master's in the counting house 

counting all his money. 

Sister's sitting by the mirror -- 

she thinks her hair looks funny. 

And here am I thinking to myself 

just wond'ring what things to do. 



I think I enjoyed all my problems 

Where I did not get nothing for free. 

Oh, I'm going back to the family -- 

doing nothing is bothering me. 

I'll get a train back to the city 

that soft life is getting me down. 

There's more fun away from the family 

get some action when I pull into town. 



Everything I do is wrong, 

what the hell was I thinking? 

Phone keeps ringing all day long 

I got no time for thinking. 

And every day has the same old way 

of giving me too much to do.

Took a sad song of one sweet evening 

I smiled and quickly turned away. 

It's not easy singing sad songs 

but still the easiest way I have to say. 

So when you look into the sun 

and see the things we haven't done -- 

oh was it better then to run 

than to spend the summer crying. 

Now summer cannot come anyway. 

I had waited for time to change her. 

The only change that came was over me. 

She pretended not to want love -- 

I hope she was only fooling me. 

So when you look into the sun 

look for the pleasures nearly won. 

Or was it better then to run 

than to spend the summer singing. 

And summer could have come in a day. 



So if you hear my sad song singing 

remember who and what you nearly had. 

It's not easy singing sad songs 

when you can sing the song to make me glad. 

So when you look into the sun 

and see the words you could have sung: 

It's not too late, only begun, 

we can still make summer. 

Yes, summer always comes anyway. 



So when you look into the sun 

and see the words you could have sung: 

It's not too late, only begun. 

Look into the sun.

Nothing is easy. 

Though time gets you worrying 

my friend, it's o.k. 

Just take your life easy 

and stop all that hurrying, 

be happy my way. 

When tension starts mounting 

and you've lost count 

of the pennies you've missed, 

just try hard and see why they're not worrying me, 

they're last on my list. 

Nothing's easy. 



Nothing is easy, you'll find 

that the squeeze won't turn out so bad. 

Your fingers may freeze, worse things happen at sea, 

there's good times to be had. 

So if you're alone and you're down to the bone, 

just give us a play. 

You'll smile in a while and discover 

that I'll get you happy my way 

nothing's easy.

Don't want to be a fat man, 

people would think that I was 

just good fun. 

Would rather be a thin man, 

I am so glad to go on being one. 

Too much to carry around with you, 

no chance of finding a woman who 

will love you in the morning and all the night time too. 

Don't want to be a fat man, 

have not the patience to ignore all that. 

Hate to admit to myself half of my problems 

came from being fat. 

Won't waste my time feeling sorry for him, 

I seen the other side to being thin. 

Roll us both down a mountain 

and I'm sure the fat man would win.

Whenever I get to feel this way, 

try to find new words to say, 

I think about the bad old days 

we used to know. 

Nights of winter turn me cold -- 

fears of dying, getting old. 

We ran the race and the race was won 

by running slowly. 



Could be soon we'll cease to sound, 

slowly upstairs, faster down. 

Then to revisit stony grounds, 

we used to know. 



Remembering mornings, shillings spent, 

made no sense to leave the bed. 

The bad old days they came and went 

giving way to fruitful years. 



Saving up the birds in hand 

while in the bush the others land. 

Take what we can before the man 

says it's time to go. 



Each to his own way I'll go mine. 

Best of luck in what you find. 

But for your own sake remember times 

we used to know.

What a sight for my eyes 

to see you in sleep. 

Could it stop the sun rise 

hearing you weep? 

You're not seen, you're not heard 

but I stand by my word. 

Came a thousand miles 

just to catch you while you're smiling. 

What a day for laughter 

and walking at night. 

Me following after, your hand holding tight. 

And the memory stays clear with the song that you hear. 

If I can but make 

the words awake the feeling. 



What a reason for waiting 

and dreaming of dreams. 

So here's hoping you've faith in impossible schemes, 

that are born in the sigh of the wind blowing by 

while the dimming light brings the end to a night of loving.

Did you hear mother 

saying I'm wrong but I know I'm right. 

Did you hear father? 

Calling my name into the night. 

Saying I'll never be what I am now. 

Telling me I'll never find what I've already found. 

It was they who were wrong, 

and for them here's a song. 

Did you hear baby 

come back and tell you the things he's seen. 

Did it surprise you 

to be picked up at eight in a limousine? 

Doing the things he's accustomed to do. 

Which at one time it seemed like a dream 

now it's true. 

And unknowing 

you made it all happen this way. 



Did you hear mother 

saying I'm wrong but I know I'm right. 

Did you hear father? 

Calling my name into the night. 

Saying I'll never be what I am now. 

Telling me I'll never find what I've already found. 

It was they who were wrong 

and for them here's a song.

In days of peace 

sweet smelling summer nights 

of wine and song; 

dusty pavements burning feet. 

Why am I crying, I want to know. 

How can I smile and make it right? 

For sixty days and eighty nights 

and not give in and lose the fight. 

I'm going back to the ones that I know, 

with whom I can be what I want to be. 

Just one week for the feeling to go -- 

and with you there to help me 

then it probably will. 



I won't go down 

acting the same old play. 

Give sixty days for just one night. 

Don't think I'd make it: but then I might. 



I'm going back to the ones that I know, 

with whom I can be what I want to be. 

Just one week for the feeling to go 

and with you there to help me 

then it probably will.

Everyday there's someone asking 

what is there to do? 

Should I love or should I fight 

is it all the same to you? 

No I say I have the answer 

proven to be true, 

But if I were to share it with you, 

you would stand to gain 

and I to lose. 

Oh I couldn't bear it 

so I've got nothing to say. 

Nothing to say. 

Every morning pressure forming 

all around my eyes. 

Ceilings crash, the walls collapse, 

broken by the lies 

that your misfortune brought upon us 

and I won't disguise them. 

So don't ask me will I explain 

I won't even begin to tell you why. 

No, just because I have a name 

well I've got nothing to say. 

Nothing to say. 



Climb a tower of freedom, 

paint your own deceiving sign. 

It's not my power 

to criticize or to ask you to be blind 

To your own pressing problem 

and the hate you must unwind. 

So ask of me no answer 

there is none that I could give 

you wouldn't find. 

I went your way ten years ago 

and I've got nothing to say. 

Nothing to say.

All the places I've been make it hard to begin 

to enjoy life again on the inside, 

but I mean to. 

Take a walk around the block 

and be glad that I've got me some time 

to be in from the outside, 

and inside with you. 

I'm sitting on the corner feeling glad. 

Got no money coming in but I can't be sad. 

That was the best cup of coffee I ever had. 

And I won't worry about a thing 

because we've got it made, 

here on the inside, outside so far away. 



And we'll laugh and we'll sing 

get someone to bring our friends here 

for tea in the evening -- 

Old Jeffrey makes three. 

Take a walk in the park, 

does the wind in the dark 

sound like music to you? 

Well I'm thinking it does to me. 



Can you cook, can you sew -- 

well, I don't want to know. 

That is not what you need on the inside, 

to make the time go. 



Counting lambs, counting sheep 

we will fall into sleep 

and we awake to a new day of living 

and loving you so.

Oh, I feel sympathy.  Be grateful my son for what you get. 

Expression and passion.  Ten days for watching the sunset; 

when I was your age amusement we made for ourselves. 

``Permission to breathe sir,'' don't talk like that, I'm your old man. 

They'll soon be demobbed son, so join up as soon as you can. 

You can't borrow that 

`cos that's for the races and doesn't grow on trees. 

I only feel what touches me 

and feel in touching I can see 

a better state to be in. 

Who has the right 

to question what I might do, 

in feeling I should touch the real 

and only things I feel. 



It's advice and it's nice to know when you're best advised. 

You've only turned thirty, so son, you'd better apologize. 

And when you grow up, if you're good 

we will buy you a bike.

Watery eyes of the last sighing seconds, 

blue reflections mute and dim 

beckon tearful child of wonder 

to repentance of the sin. 

And the blind and lusty lovers 

of the great eternal lie 

go on believing nothing 

since something has to die. 

And the ape's curiosity -- 

money power wins, 

and the yellow soft mountains move under him. 

I'm with you L.E.M. 

though it's a shame that it had to be you. 

The mother ship is just a blip 

from your trip made for two. 

I'm with you boys, so please employ just a little extra care. 

It's on my mind I'm left behind 

when I should have been there. 

Walking with you. 



And the limp face hungry viewers 

fight to fasten with their eyes 

like the man hung from the trapeze -- 

whose fall will satisfy. 

And congratulate each other 

on their rare and wondrous deed 

That their begrudged money bought 

to sow the monkey's seed. 

And the yellow soft mountains 

they grow very still 

witness as intrusion the humanoid thrill.

Flying so high, trying to remember 

how many cigarettes did I bring along? 

When I get down I'll jump in a taxi cab 

driving through London town 

to cry you a song. 

It's been a long time 

still shaking my wings. 

Well, I'm a glad bird 

I got changes to ring. 



Closing my dream inside its paper-bag. 

Thought I saw angels 

but I could have been wrong. 

Search in my case, 

can't find what they're looking for. 

Waving me through 

to cry you a song. 



It's been a long time 

still shaking my wings. 

Well I'm a glad bird 

I got changes to ring. 



Lights in the street, 

peeping through curtains drawn. 

Rattling of safety chain taking too long. 

The smile in your eyes was never so sweet before 

Came down from the skies 

to cry you a song.

Once it seemed there would always be 

a time for everything. 

Ages passed I knew at last 

my life had never been. 

I'd been missing what time could bring. 

Fifty years and I'm filled with tears and joys 

I never cried. 

Burn the wagon and chain the mule. 

The past is all denied. 

There's no time for everything. 

No time for everything.

Got to take in what I can. 

There is no time to do what must be done, 

While I do some thinking. 

Sleeping is hard to come by, 

So we'll all sit down and try to play in time, 

and we feel like singing. 

Talking to people in my way. 

Blues were my favorite colour, 

til I looked around and found another song 

that I felt like singing. 

Trying so hard to reach you; 

playing what must be played, what must be sung -- 

and it's what I'm singing. 

Talking to people in my way.

Hello you straight-laced lady, 

dressed in white but your shoes aren't clean. 

Painted them up with polish 

in the hope we can't see where you've been. 

The smiling face that you've worn 

to greet me rising at morning -- 

sent me out to work for my score. 

Please me and say what it's for. 

Give me the straight-laced promise 

and not the pathetic lie. 

Tie me down with your ribbons 

and sulk when I ask you why. 

Your Sunday paper voice cries 

demanding truths I deny. 

The bitter-sweet kiss you pretended 

is offered, our affair mended. 

Sossity: You're a woman. 

Society: You're a woman. 



All of the tears you're wasting 

are for yourself and not for me. 

It's sad to know you're aging 

Sadder still to admit I'm free. 

Your immature physical toy has grown, 

too young to enjoy at last your straight-laced agreement: 

woman, you were too old for me. 

Sossity: You're a woman. 

Society: You're a woman.