Living In The Past lyrics

Gonna lose my way tomorrow,
gonna give away my car.
I'd take you along with me,
but you would not go so far.
Don't see what I do not want to see,
you don't hear what I don't say.
Won't be what I don't want to be,
I continue in my way.

Don't see, see, see where I'm goin',
Don't see, see, see where I'm goin',
Don't see, see, see where I'm goin' to,
I don't want to.

Going back in the morning time
to see if my love has changed her mind, yeah.
I know what I will find
that she is wasting time,
she could be picking roses.

Going back in the morning time
to see if my love has seen the light, yeah.
Oh, I told her last night
she should improve her sight,
she could be painting the roof.

Going back in the morning time
to see if my love has come around, yeah.

Once in Royal David's City stood a lonely cattle shed,
where a mother held her baby.
You'd do well to remember the things He later said.
When you're stuffing yourselves at the Christmas parties,
you'll just laugh when I tell you to take a running jump.
You're missing the point I'm sure does not need making
that Christmas spirit is not what you drink.

Happy and I'm smiling,
walk a mile to drink your water.
You know I'd love to love you,
and above you there's no other.
We'll go walking out
while others shout of war's disaster.
Oh, we won't give in,
let's go living in the past.

Once I used to join in
every boy and girl was my friend.
Now there's revolution, but they don't know
what they're fighting.
Let us close out eyes;

Will they ever stop drivin' me
Have they ever taken time to see
That I need some rest
if I'm to do my best

Can I please stop workin' so hard
They just tell me gotta close it hard.
Got to think of my health.
Can I be by myself

Oh, they tell me I'll be home someday.
Well I doubt it if I continue this way,
`cause this hard life I've led
is makin' me dead.

[Instrumental]

You'll hear me calling in your sweet dream,
can't hear your daddy's warning cry.
You're going back to be all the things you want to be,
while in sweet dreams you softly sigh.

You hear my voice is calling
to be mine again,
live the rest of your life in a day.
Get out and get what you can
while your mummy's at home a-sleeping.
No time to understand

Singing all day, singing `bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing `bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing `bout nothing,
oo, my, my, my,
oo, my, my, my.

Went down to the station to look for her there,
looked through the crowds for a glimpse of her hair,
nothing to see but the crowds keep a-staring at me,
my, my,
oo, my, my, my.

Down in the street, try'n' to remember,

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,

There was a time when you were so young and walked in their way.
They made you feel they loved you all-seeing they say.
You're going wrong if their game you don't play
And that the song I sing will leave you astray.

Unfeeling, feel lonely rejection,
unknowing, know you're going wrong.
And they can't see that we're just trying to be,
and not what we seem,

[Instrumental]

[Introduction:]
She's really turned on by the television, and vice versa.
Here's a song called, [???]. Yes, right. Rearranged though,
nevertheless. A new lease on life. In other words, it's just a bit
louder. ``Dharma For One''.

[Lyrics:]
Dharma, seek and you will find
truth within your mind, Dharma.

Dharma, each to his own we say,

Wond'ring aloud --
how we feel today.
Last night sipped the sunset --
my hands in her hair.
We are our own saviours
as we start both our hearts beating life
into each other.

Wond'ring aloud --
will the years treat us well.
As she floats in the kitchen,
I'm tasting the smell
of toast as the butter runs.
Then she comes, spilling crumbs on the bed
and I shake my head.
And it's only the giving

In the shuffling madess
of the locomotive breath,
runs the all-time loser,
headlong to his death.
He feels the piston scraping --
steam breaking on his brow --
old Charlie stole the handle and
the train won't stop going --
no way to slow down.
He sees his children jumping off
at the stations -- one by one.
His woman and his best friend --
in bed and having fun.
He's crawling down the corridor

When you're falling awake and you take stock of the new day,
and you hear your voice croak as you choke on what you need to say,
well, don't you fret, don't you fear,
I will give you good cheer.

Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.

If you wait then your plate I will fill.

As the verses unfold and your soul suffers the long day,

I'm going up the `pool from down the smoke below
to taste my mum's jam sarnies and see our Aunty Flo.
The candyfloss salesman watches ladies in the sand
down for a freaky weekend in the hope that they'll be meeting
Mister Universe.

The iron tower smiles down upon the silver sea
and along the golden mile they'll be swigging mugs of tea.
The politicians there who've come to take the air

I have one foot in the graveyard and the other on the bus,
and the passengers do trample each other in the rush.
And the chicken hearted lawman is throwing up his fill
to see the kindly doctor to pass the super pill.
Well, I'm going down, three cheers for Doctor Bogenbroom.
Well, I'm on my way, three cheers for Doctor Bogenbroom.

Well I've tried my best to love you all,

[Instrumental]

Tip-toes in silence `round my bed
and quiets the raindrops overhead.
With her everlasting smile
She still my fever for a while.
Oh, nursie dear,
I'm glad you're here
to brush away my pain.

Teacher

Well, the dawn was coming, heard him ringing on my bell
He said, "My name's the Teacher - or that is what I call myself
And I have a lesson that I must impart to you
Itâs an old expression, but I must insist itâs true
Jump up, look around, find yourself some fun
No sense in sitting there hating everyone
No manâs an island and his castle isnât home

Hymn 43

Our Father high in heaven, smile down upon your son
Whoâs busy with his money games, oh, his women and his gun
Oh, Jesus save me
And the unsung Western hero, he killed an Indian or three
And then he made his name in Hollywood, oh to set the white man free
Oh, Jesus save me

If Jesus saves, well, He'd better save Himself

Wond'ring Again

There's the stillness of death on a deathly unliving sea
And the motor car magical world long since ceased to be
When the Eve-bitten apple returned to destroy the tree
Incestuous ancestry's charabanc ride
Spawning new millions throws the world on its side
Supporting their far-flung illusion, the national curse
And those with no sandwiches please get off the bus

Please, let's have a big welcome for Jethro Tull

Whoo - hello, hang on, press on, be back with you in a minute
I'd better not open this now because it might contain contraband
We'll give it to John, supplement his Camels, right
He's dropped on his head when he was very small
We occasionally cut his fingernails off and smoke them

Alive And Well And Living In

Nobody sees her here, her eyes are slowly closing
If she should want some peace she sits there without moving
And puts a pillow over the phone
And if she feels like dancing no one will know it
Giving herself a chance, there's no need to show her how it should be

She can't remember now when she was all in pieces

Witch's Promise

Lend me your ear while I call you a fool
You were kissed by a witch one night in the wood
And later insisted your feelings were true
The witch's promise was coming
Believing, he listened, while laughing you flew

Leaves falling red, yellow, brown - all are the same
And the love you have found lay outside in the rain
Washed clean by the water, but nursing its pain