BAD NEWS FROM HOME


High on a cliff in the County Mayo
staring down at the rocks
and the sea below
I can hear the church bells ring
I can hear the choir

I remember the night she left
I drove to the station in the pouring rain
Sat all night behind my big iron desk
The oil on the water made a rainbow

At the end of this bone white gravel road
they both lie sleeping on their feather bed
And their hair

BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE


Beautiful people
you live in the same way as I do
but somehow I never noticed
you before today
I'm ashamed to say

Beautiful people
we share the same back door
and it isn't right
we never met before
but then
we may never meet again
if I weren't afraid you'd laugh at me

I would run and take all your hands
and I'd gather everyone together for a day
and when we gather
I'll pass buttons out that say

Beautiful people
then you'd never have to be alone
'cause there'll always be someone
with the same button on as you do
include him in everything you do

Beautiful people
you ride the same subway
as I do ev'ry morning
that's got to tell you something
we've got so much in common
I go the same direction that you do
so if you take care of me
then I'll take care of you

Beautiful people
you look like friends of mine
and it's about time
that someone said it there and now
I make a vow that sometime, somehow
I'll have a meeting
invite ev'ryone you know
I'll pass out buttons for
the ones who come to show

Beautiful people
never have to be alone
'cause there'll always be someone
with the same button on as you
include her in everything you do
she may be sitting right next to you
she may be beautiful people too
so if you take care of her
maybe I'll take care of you

DON'T TRY TO TELL ME


Don't make me stay to long, I might think you want me
But before the night is gone our love may be revealed

Don't try to tell me what kind of love I need
If you don't love me, don't say anything
Just take a little bit more from me, anything you need
Show me your sorrow, show me your grief
'Cause it's okay with me

Now don't turn away from me, I see things in your eyes
And if you see the same in mine, why did you put your
love aside

Don't try to tell me what kind of love I need
If you don't love me, don't say anything
Just take a little bit more from me, anything you need
Show me your sorrow, show me your grief
'Cause it's okay with me

I've been trapped inside things that made me believe
you were there to show me how you could hold me
But I no longer can see inside this disease
But I know we've shared love so sweet

Don't try to tell me what kind of love I need
If you don't love me, don't say anything
Just take a little bit more from me, anything you need
Show me your sorrow, show me your grief
'Cause it's okay with me

Don't try to tell me what kind of love I need
If you don't love me, don't say anything
Just take a little bit more from me, anything you need
Show me your sorrow, show me your grief
'Cause it's okay with me
'Cause it's okay with me
It's okay with me

DREAM TILL THE MORNING


Goodnight, sleep tight, mama will hold you
Close those tired eyes, I am still near you
Good night, sleep tight, count to one hundred
One day you'll find to lose is to wonder
So good night, sweet child
Dream till the morning

Close those tired eyes, life's just a story
Goodnight, sleep tight, mama will hold you
Close those tired eyes count to one hundred
Good night, sleep tight mama will hold you
Close those tired eyes
Dream 'till the morning

Little Nancy Etticoat with her white petticoat
And a red nose
The longer she stands, the shorter she grows
Little Nancy Etticoat with a red nose
Good night, sleep tight
mama will hold you

I'VE GROWN ACCUSTOMED TO HER FACE


I've grown accustomed to her face
She almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune
She whistles night and noon
Her ups, her downs, her sighs, her frowns
A second nature to me now
like breathing in and breathing out
I was serenely independent and content before we met
surely it could always be that way again and yet
I've grown accustomed to her looks,
accustomed to her voice,
accustomed to her face.

I've grown accustomed to her face
she almost makes the day begin
I've gotten used to hear her say
Good morning every day
her joys, her woes, her highs, her lows
are second nature to me now
like breathing in and breathing out
I'm very glad she's a woman, easy to forget
rather like a habit one can always break and yet
I've grown accustomed to the trace
of something in the air
Accustomed to her face

INSPIRATIE


Hoe komt een idee ooit tot stand
Kan zo'n gedachte ontstaan
Waar komt dat helder ogenblik
Dat inzicht toch vandaan
Dat komt door ons, zin voor zin
Gaven wij die woorden in
Die fluisterden wij toe

Hoe kreeg jij ooit een idee
Vroeg jij je dat nooit eens af
Het was de stem van een van ons
Die jou het inzicht gaf
De stem van iemand als wij
Onzichtbaar aan je zij
Zo luisterde jij toe

Je noemde het inspiratie
Adem van de geest
Inspiratie
Maar wij zijn het steeds geweest

Zo krijgt het kind een idee
Zo vindt de man wat hij zoekt
Zo wordt de sterveling een held
Zo wordt vooruitgang geboekt
Dat komt door iemand van hier
de mens bereikt op die manier
Het hogere niveau

Je noemde het inspiratie
Adem van de geest
Inspiratie
Maar wij zijn het steeds geweest

Noem het inspiratie
Zo noemt men het meest
En dat is het ook
De ingeblazen adem
Van de geest

JUST ONE VICTORY


Weve been waiting so long,
Weve been waiting for the sun to rise and shine
Shining still to give us the will
Can you hear me, the sound of my voice?
I am here to tell you I have made my choice
Ive been listening to whats been going down
Theres just too much talk and gossip going round
You may think that Im a fool, but I know the answer
Words become a tool, anyone can use them
Take the golden rule, as the best example
Eyes that have seen will know what I mean

The time has come to take the bull by the horns
Weve been so downhearted, weve been so forlorn
We get weak and we want to give in
But we still need each other if we want to win

Hold that line, baby hold that line
Get up boys and hit em one more time
We may be losing now but we cant stop trying
So hold that line, baby hold that line

If you dont know what to do about a world of trouble
You can pull it through if you need to and if
You believe its true, it will surely happen
Shining still, to give us the will
Bright as the day, to show us the way
Somehow, someday,
We need just one victory and were on our way
Prayin for it all day and fightin for it all night
Give us just one victory, it will be all right
We may feel about to fall but we go down fighting
You will hear the call if you only listen
Underneath it all we are here together shining still

PICTURES


Tear out all the pages one by one
put them in the fire
The light shines almost brighter than before
one more time

Was it out of cruelty
you said goodbye today
The pictures are turning yellow
I helped them on their way
A wind picks up the pieces
blows them all around
breathing the smoke and breath it out
and tear all the pages one by one
Put them in the fire
the light shines almost brighter than before
one more time, one more time

These times were so cruel
their hopes and fears, so I thought and stopped them
before they got to near
Scratch out your memories, whispering in the dark
they are everywhere, but they are nowhere
When I tear all the pages one by one
and I put them in the fire
The light shines almost brighter, brighter than before
one more time, one more time

When there is time of explaining
you are still around,
there are no more excuses to be made, no!
These times of past
it would be unkind
it wasn

SIMON SMITH AND THE AMAZING DANCING BEAR


I may go out tomorrow if I can borrow a coat to wear
Oh, I'd step out in style with my sincere smile and my
dancing bear
Outrageous, alarming, courageous, charming
Oh, who would think a boy and bear
Could be well accepted everywhere
It's just amazing how fair people can be

Seen at the nicest places where well-fed faces all stop
to stare
Making the grandest entrance is Simon Smith and his
dancing bear
They'll love us, won't they?
They feed us, don't they?
Oh, who would think a boy and bear
Could be well accepted everywhere
It's just amazing how fair people can be

Who needs money when you're funny?
The big attraction everywhere
Will be Simon Smith and his dancing bear
It's Simon Smith and the amazing dancing bear

THE WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND


Round like a circle in a spiral
like a wheel within a wheel
never ending or beginning
On an ever spinning-wheel
Like a snowball down a mountain
or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
past the minutes on its face
And the world is like an apple
twirling silently in space
Like the circles you can find
in the windmills of your mind!

Like a tunnel that you follow
to a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern
where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
in a half forgotten dream
Like the ripples from a pebble
someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
past the minutes on its face
And the world is like an apple
twirling silently in space
Like the circles you can find
in the windmills of your mind!

Keys that jingle in your pocket
words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
was it something that she said?
Lovers walk along a shore
and leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
or the fragment of a song
half-remembered names and faces
but to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over
you were suddenly aware
that the autumn leaves were turning
to the color of his hair

Like a circle in a spiral
like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
on an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Llke the circles you can find
in the windmills of your mind