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Music in a Doll's House

(Roger Chapman, John Whitney, Jim King, Ric Grech and Rob Townsend) Reprise 6312, 1968


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The Chase

Whitney and Chapman

What is it now, there's something I see in your face
Feel like a fox, hounds close at heels at the chase
Do I see blood in your eyes, babe?
Is it the end of the race?

Hunted me out, sapped me of strength and of will
Showered affections, baited me, loved me until
My defences and cautions were gone, babe
And you did it just for the thrill

Tally-ho! Tally-ho!

Mellowing Grey

Whitney and Chapman

Mellowing grey, in misty morning's day
My thoughts turn to you, kingfisher blue
Loveliness born, in velvet shades of dawn
Joy from your eyes, soft summer skies
All things within the world supreme
I compare with the love that is my dream

Mellowing grey, the veil of evening's day
The dream that is you is midnight blue
Your lips that evade a crimson charade
I wait for the dawn from whence you're born
All things within the world supreme
I compare with the love that is my dream

Never Like This

Mason

Wear Wellington boots when you tread into water
But what do you do when she's finally caught you
You can't just take off or go underground
You just have to find yourself another way round
Been through this before, but never like this

Her mother is smiling across from the sofa
Dad's watching the teli' but taking no notice
Instead he just plays with some bright coloured blocks
Occasionally speaks of little girls' frocks
Been through this before, but never like this

Beginning to wish that you'd never met
The girl with the far-away look in her eyes
But to your surprise, she pours you some tea
How many lumps, is it two, one or five?

You suddenly find yourself glad that you came
And your sure that the room doesn't look quite the same
And Dad's got you into his bright coloured blocks
Whilst mother still smiles in her little girl frock
And the girl with the far-away look in her eyes
Has now become very important in life
Been through this before, but never like this

Me My Friend

Whitney and Chapman

Me my friend, I have seen many lands, me my friend
I have been far and wide
I have sailed many a tide
I have rolled many a ride

But I wish, me my friend, I could sail to the stars
Have the gift to transport
my whole being, my whole thought
To a world of dreams, my friend

Me my friend, I have loved many girls, me my friend
I have told many lies
I have asked many whys
I have whispered many sighs

But I wish, me my friend, I could have till the end
Someone to love and hold
Through the warmth and the cold
Of my lonely years, my friend

Variation on a Theme of Hey Mr. Policeman

Whitney

(Instrumental)

Winter

Whitney and Chapman

Winter time, it brings me down
Ice cold winds, snow on the ground
Soon I feel the summer breezes
Watch it as it carefully seizes

Thistle down, send it 'round
Slowly upwards, slowly down
Gently moving, never a sound

Wish that I could hibernate
Go to sleep and never wake
Until the sun comes shining once again

Winter time, it brings me down
Overcoats and scarves thrown 'round
Cold, dark nights, dense wintry gales
Frozen feet in snowy trails

Slowly homeward, trudging through
Wind and rain and hailstorms too
Where's the sun, I wish I knew

Winter time, it brings me down
Ice cold winds, snow on the ground
Winter time, it brings me down
Overcoats and scarves thrown 'round

Old Songs New Songs

Whitney and Chapman

Fire is on, I'm getting warm
My girl here, she lies sleeping
The other door slips ajar and it's my wife
She's been peeping
While I've been leaping

High grey stone walls, they all
They all surround me
Well the tracker dogs came around while their masters howled
Cowered they find me
Said I can't be found near

Old songs, new songs
Keep on singing

A new day, yesterday
All gone, until tomorrow
But I surely know a girl like her could only bring
Bring me sorrow
Much worse to follow

All in all, I'm gonna do my best
To do the work that they hand me
Well I'm gonna do my best so if I'm asleep
Understand me
Don't you underhand me, no

Old songs, new songs
Keep on singing

Variation on a Theme of The Breeze

Whitney

(Instrumental)

Hey Mr. Policeman

Whitney, Grech and Chapman

Hey Mr. Policeman, one man at bail
Can I see her one time, before I make jail

I cared for that woman, I cared for that woman
Cared for that woman, cared for that woman
The things I don't tell

Hey there, driver, wait for me here
Don't stop the engine, keep out of gear

Last time I see her, the last time I see her
Last time I see her, last time I see her
In many a year

Hey there, woman, seen me last time
Don't care a nickel, don't give a dime

I cared for you, woman, I cared for you, woman
I cared for you, woman, cared for you, woman
You call it a crime

See Through Windows

Whitney and Chapman

See through windows, look at things
Sunlight, shadows, cat's paws, Lapwings
Eyes see life's meaning

Mist clear windows, look through them
Snow melts, grass shows, doors open
Eyes see life's meaning

Real life's peculiar, way things are happening
Mountains like embers, glowing and smoldering
Following, wallowing, deep in the void
Slowly but surely you start coming close to it

Tis on the pane, windows mottled
Here through the rain, world looks bottled
Eyes see life's meaning

Variation on a Theme of Me My Friend

Whitney

(Instrumental)

Peace of Mind

Whitney and Chapman

Take your time, ease my mind
Wait until my thoughts are blind
See the sun, day has come
That's the way that things are done

There's no stopping, things are throbbing, still I find
Peaceful feeling**, cars are speeding
Peace of mind

I can feel things reveal
Peace within, should I kneel
Overrun things to come
Contented much to carry on

There's no stopping, things are throbbing, still I find
Peaceful feeling**, cars are speeding
Peace of mind

Voyage

Whitney and Chapman

A veil unfolds across my eyes
A shadow falls on open skies
Seeds of doubt leave me without
Any idea of my whereabouts

Where do I look for proof
Who do I ask and what do say
As I sail on my voyage of truth

Curiosity quickens, questions arise
Pick out the fools, show me the wise
Who's to know and what's to show
Is amber the step between stop and go

Songs of seasons, sing us, sing
But is summer, winter, autumn, spring
What is time within my mind
Is a red rose red to a man who's blind

Where do I look for proof
Who do I ask and what do say
As I sail on my voyage of truth

The Breeze

Whitney and Chapman

Going through shops and bars and houses
Blowing through stores in skirts and trousers
Following taxis, hanging on buses
Meadows, fields, in between rushes

Nobody knows, nobody sees
I am the breeze

Blowin' the dust from sphinxes' smiles
Scattering cents for miles and miles
Cooling bathers lying on beaches
Stealing through watches of pears and peaches

Nobody knows, nobody sees
I am the breeze

Wishing my way through parks and flowers
Gasworks, bridges, cooling towers
Caravans, horses, gypsy campfires
Through church steeples, elegant spires

Nobody knows, nobody sees
I am the breeze

3 x Time

Whitney and Chapman

There have been many blue yesterdays
Passed me by
And as I sit here my time goes fast
As I reenact the past

The past is gone but always very near
Memories good and bad that I know dear

There have been many long nights
Awake after days
And thought of time and all of its ways
And the melody that it plays

The things I've done and all the friends I've met
Now looking back there's nothing I regret

Family Entertainment

(1969)

The Weaver's Answer

Weaver of life, let me look and see
The pattern of my life gone by
Shown on your tapestry

Just for one second, one glance upon your loom
The flower of my childhood could appear within this room
Does it of my youth show tears of yesterday
Broken hearts within a heart as love first came my way

Did the lifeline patterns change as I became a man
An added aura untold blends as I asked for her hand
Did your golden needle sow its thread virginal white
As lovers we embraced as one upon our wedding night

Did you capture all the joys, the birth of our first son
The happiness of family made a brother for the one
The growing of the brothers, the manliness that grew
Is it there in detail, is it there to view
Do the sparks of life grow bright as one by one they wed
To live as fathers, husbands, apart from lives they've led

Are my lover's threads cut off when aged she laid to rest
My sorrow blacking out a space upon our woven crest
A gathering for the last time as her coffin slowly lain
Ash to ashes, dust to dust, one day we will regain
Does it show the visits when grandchildren on my knee
But only hearing laughter when age took my sight from me

Lastly through these last few years of loniless maybe
Does by sight a shooting star fade from your tapestry
But wait, there in the distance your loom I think I see
Could it be that after all my prayers you've answered me
After days of wondering I see the reason why
You've kept it to this minute for I'm about to die

Weaver of life, at last now I can see
The pattern of my life gone by upon your tapestry

Observations from a Hill

Chimney tops, roof tops, higher than tree tops I stood there on a hill
Sky blue, slate blue cold as the wind blew leaves that never stay still
Buildings jagged and clustered
I remained unflustered

People are strolling, cars only rolling down man-made paths of grey stone
Children larking, dogs sometimes barking, break sleep of old folk alone
Church organ, choir sing hymn life
Sunday eve quarter past five

These are observations from a hill

Towers and flowers, phone lines and road signs
All these things come to view
I look to the valley and there by a shalley suddenly I see it's you
You're beckoning me to follow
Maybe I'll come down tomorrow

These are observations from a hill

Hung Up Down

What the hell bad eggs don't smell
When glossed with sleek perfume
So who's to cry, the politicians' lie
When they know damn well that they do

Maybe they're hung up down next stop
They'll maybe turn around
Every other way, every other way than
I want them to be

Is it so sad when men turn bad
To rob and steal from friends
While men who count large bank amount
Make wars for their own ends

{REPEAT CHORUS}

The grossest spew of World War Two
Turns some men inside out
But make them ride with coal black hides
They're not so pure throughout

{REPEAT CHORUS}

Summer `67

instrumental

How-Hi-the-Li

And we'd like to know if Mr. Cho En Li gets high with all the tea in China
And if the Eastern block is really straight or not or are all the heads in Asia Minor

We only wanna break the chain of society
Put the people back on the road to reality
We only wanna turn the whole world on

And the politicians start to speak
Trying to make themselves clear
To the ones who can't diagnose
The symptoms of verbal diarrhea

And the ministers of state
Who preach their words of hate
We suggest they change their religion before it's too late

(REPEAT CHORUS)

Second Generation Woman

Smokes like a man getting higher than I can
She knows how
Ahead of her time but she don't give a damn
Why should she
She looks good to handle from a personal angle
Second generation woman

Last thing you gotta do is force her into lovin' you
No need to
Knows then her time is right
Comes to you without a fight
She wants to
She looks good to handle from a personal angle
Second generation woman

She's a woman that won't let you down
Just as long as she's around
You don't have to worry
She feeds you, loves you, lets you know she digs you
She's in a hurry
She looks good to handle from a personal angle
Second generation woman

(REPEAT VERSE 2)

From Past Archives

Why can't we forget, forgive and be returned to harmony
Singing our song, duetting as one
It took time as pictures hard to find
Melodies divine, completely in time, become flat so soon
Three years gone and still I'm holding on
Hoping that the song from past archives
Will soon be revived

Dim

I can't see you, but you can see me waiting along the road
Thumbing a ride to get into town, hey where'd you get your automobe
See you around the corner, waitin' for my flame to burn
My eyes are dim, I cannot see
But I know there's a good time waiting for me

Making my scene just groovin' around, making what chicks I can
I drink what I like and I dance what I do, I'm getting right through to the band
See you in the corner, wait for my flame to burn
My eyes are dim, I cannot see
I'd sooner feel you babe, feeling me

Think I'll leap around a bit, and sow my seed somewhere
Go on around to the 46, gonna do the things that I dare
See you in the corner, wait for my flame to burn
My eyes are dim, I cannot see
You'd better not take that thought from me

Processions

A small boy, bucket in hand
Building castles in the sand
Thinking of his life that lies ahead
An engine driver, sailor, why not a king
Of the sand castle as the gypsy woman said

Taking a ride on a dinkie rail
A green engine that's old
Could be a royal procession through
Big city streets
Waving to the crowds from a sand carpet of gold
Shaking hands of the V.I.P.'s one meets

Sailing a toyboat in a rockpool
Thinking that it could be
The Queen Mary, passing the Cape Horn tip
Something majestic, sailing world wide seas
Attention please, I'm the captain of the ship

After all these thoughts and more
The boy returned to find
That the sandcastles had been washed into the sea
Head in hands, eyes full of tears
And a mixed up mind
The gypsy woman can't foresee the years

Face in the Cloud

Taking a journey
Expecting to try
Not certain of things
Bound to happen
Just reach out and hold
The hand of a stranger
Leading the way to eternity

Wandering aimlessly
Exploring new fields
Enjoying such beauty
Never experienced
Mountains before
Reaching to heaven
Hiding the face of a
Girl in the clouds

Tasting the fruit
Reaping the profits
Coming down slowly
From the height of my dreams
Collecting my thoughts
Remembering sadly
The face of a girl
In the clouds

Emotions

Emotions you feel, around you they steal
Saying much more than mere words can
When choirs sing emotions they bring
Explaining much more than few words can

Strange, when lonliness holds you
Like a cloak that surrounds you
Contentment to fears, enchantment to tears

Drops its the same, playing one game
Stealing their way in to take you
Stranger to see, emotions run free
Seeing what being they make you

Chains, within and about you
Like a cage, bars to hold you
Remembering the times as the years slip behind


 


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