Week
15
Stop (Think What You're
Doing)
(Byron/Stonebridge/McGuinness, from Take No
Prisoners, 1975)
Girl, you think
I'm blind
That I don't know what's going on
Huh - Let me tell you something
I know who's calling 'round
When I'm gone
Now some men, you can fool them
Cause they just won't
Open up their eyes
But me, I'd rather face facts
Than to live a life that's a lie
Great big lie
Baby baby baby baby baby
Don't you know
You're causing me pain
You'd better stop right there
And think what you're doing
'Cause our love's in ruins again
I've told you time and time before
You got to quit your messing around
Cause I ain't gonna go on
Being your plaything
Just like a clown
So baby if you don't want me
Don't please, don't leave me
Lying in the dirt
Cause I ain't gonna take it
Oh, no more
If you keep acting the big town flirt
So I said:
Baby baby baby baby baby
Don't you know
You're causing me pain
You'd better stop right there
Just think what you're doing
Our love's in ruins again
I tell you once again, babe
Our love's in ruins again ...
Week
14
Momma
I Need
(Hensley/Konas, from
"To Samuel A Son", The Gods, 1970)
Lyrics transcribed by Tapio Minkkinen
Momma I need
your shoulder to cry on
Bring it on home for me to rely on
Momma I need your bed to lie on
I'm sure my time has come
Here I stand, a broken man
A lifesize illustration of a fallen favourite son
And I lay deep in sleep of a lonely kind
And darkness reflecting misery
Good morning, sorrow
Today I'm going out to borrow
Just a little of the sun
From someone else's eye
But the ways of happiness
Is gonna be closed again
And so I begin to feel it just the same
In her heart a million ways to love
In her heart a thousand poisoned dreams
Just for the first time
This is got to be the last time
I can't get down any further
Painted dreams, a hand in hand
But who holds the answer I need
When it's my turn in the life's long road
Daylight, take a sidelink
To this hell I'm in
Momma I need your shoulder to cry on
Bring it on home for me to rely on
Momma I need your bed to lie on
Week
13
Sweet
Morning Light
(Ken Hensley, from Weed...!,
1971)
Lyrics transcribed by Tapio Minkkinen
Sweet morning
light
Sweet morning light
Sun shinin' bright
On everything inside
Green is the grass
Winter has passed
No sign of cloud
Wanna shine out loud
That I love to live
And I live to love in the
Sweet morning light
Sun in my eyes
Is my sweet surprise
Now life of lies
Or black disguise
Good lord of life
And precious sight
Keep out the storm
Try to keep me warm
'Cause I love to live
And I live to love in the
Sweet morning light
Sweet morning light
Sweet morning light
Sun shinin' bright
On everything inside
Green is the grass
Winter has passed
No sign of cloud
Wanna shine out loud
That I love to live
And I live to love in the
Sweet morning light
Week
12
The Magician's Birthday
(Hensley/Box/Kerslake, from The Magician's
Birthday, 1972)
In the magic
garden
Some were singing, some were dancing
The stars so gaily glistened
And the sphinx in silence listened to
The magician tell of lives that he had led.
Let the bells of freedom
ring
Songs of love to Friday's king.
Let's all go to the
magician's birthday
It's in the forest, but not so far away
Much to do and so much to say
While we listened to the orchid orchestra play.
Happy birthday to
you, happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear magician, happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you (dear magician), happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you (dear magician), happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you (dear magician), happy birthday to you.
Then at the dead of midnight
As we watched the dancing firelight
The air grew cold and seemed to dull the flame.
The fire died, the music faded
Filled with fear of death we waited
For now we knew some evil was to blame.
I challenge you, I
challenge you all
For all you own and all you know
And by all the powers of darkness I will
Steal what is mine
Surrender now or face
my spite
I grant you it may be Friday night
But did you know this day
Also numbers thirteen.
First I give you fire
I turn your fire into a sleepy stream
Yes but now I give you nightmares
From your horror I'll create a dream
You cannot fight me
for I have the sword of hate
But one thing you can't see, my answer is simply
An impenetrable fortress
Of love - love - love.....
FINALE
The fear went as quickly as it came
The air was clear, the fire burned again
The flames leapt, the organ played
The swans sang to greet the day
And then we knew that
Love will find love will find love will find
Love will find love will find love will find
Love.....
Week
11
Wonderworld
(Ken Hensley, from Wonderworld, 1974)
We freely speak
of dreams
We marvel at what they conceal
But in my wonderworld
Each sleeping vision is so real
So I believe and hope
That all the things I see
May one day bring such truth and peace
As we can feel
Free from this waking world
Deep in sleep's mystery
My will is free to wander
Free to wander carelessly
At times it's not so far from what
We call reality
And at times I know I wonder
If it all could come true
Oh Mr. Wonderworld
Don't be afraid
'Cause dreams were made
Were made to dim the light
The torment day can bring
And leave you free
To laugh aloud and hear
Your heart bells ring
Oh, oh, Mr. Wonderworld,
Mr. Wonderworld
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