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~ LIVING IN THE PAST ~
Lyrics
LITP CD cover
(1972)

 

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A Song For Jeffrey

Love Story

Christmas Song

Living In The Past

Driving Song

Bourée

Sweet Dream

Singing All Day

Witches Promise

Teacher

Inside

Just Trying To Be

By Kind Permission Of

Dharma For One

Wond'ring Again

Locomotive Breath

Life Is A Long Song

Up The 'Pool

Dr. Bogenbroom

From Later

Nursie

A Song For Jeffrey

Love Story

Going back in the morning time to see if my love has changed her mind, yeah.
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.
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.
Going back in the morning time to see if my love has come around, yeah.
She offered me no sound,
Her head is in the ground,
She could be calling for winter.
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Christmas Song

Once in a 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 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.

So how can you laugh when your own mother's hungry,
And how can you smile when the reasons for smiling are wrong.
And if I just messed up your thoughtless pleasures,
Remember, if you wish, this is just a Chrismas song.

Hey, Santa, pass us that bottle will you?
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Living In The Past

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, every boy and girl was my friend.
Now there's revolution, but they don't know what they're fighting.
Let us close our eyes; outside their lives go on much faster.
Oh, we won't give in, we'll keep living in the past.
Oh, we won't give in, let's go living in the past.
Oh, no, no, we won't give in, let's go living in the past.
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Driving Song

Will they ever stop driving me?
Have they ever taken time to see
That I need some rest if I'm to do my best?
Can I please stop working so hard?
They just tell me gotta close it hard.
Got to think of my health. Can I be myself?

Oh, tell me I'll be home some day,
Well I doubt it if I continue this way,
'cause this hard life I've led is making me dead.
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Bourée
[instrumental]

Sweet Dream

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
'cause they've lost what they thought they were keeping.

No one can hear us in your sweet dream,
Don't hear you leave to start the car.
All wrapped up tightly in the coat you borrowed from me,
Your place of resting is not far.
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
'cause they've lost what they thought they were keeping.
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Singing All Day

Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing,
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing,
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing,
Oh, my, my, my, oh, 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, my, oh, my, my, my.

Down in the street tryin'to remember,
Shuffling my feet outside a men's wear,
Is that her in the fur coat? No, it's not December,
Yet, my, my, my, oh, my, my, my.

Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing,
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.

Down to the house, maybe she'll phone me,
Singing my song, feeling so lonely,
I'll sing very softly, so if the phone rings
I can hear it, I can hear it.

Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing,
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing,
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing,
Oh, my, my, my, oh, my, my, my.
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Witches 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 witches promise was coming,
Believing he listened while laughing you flew.

Leaves falling, red, yellow, brown, all look the same,
And the love you had found lay outside in the rain,
Washed clean by the water but nursing its pain.
The witches promise was coming,
And you're looking elsewhere for your own selfish gain.

Keep looking, keep looking for somewhere to be,
Well, you're wasting your time, they not stupid like he is.
Meanwhile leaves are still falling, you're too blind to see.
You won't find it easy now, it's only fair.
He was willing to give to you, you didn't care.
You're waiting for more but you've already had your share.
The witches promise is turning so don't wait up for him,
He's going to be late.
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Teacher

Well the dawn was coming,
heard him ringing on my bell.
He said, "My name's the teacher,
that is what I call myself.
And I have a lesson
that I must impart to you.
It's an old expression
but I must insist it's true.

Jump up, look around,
find yourself some fun,
no sense in sitting there hating everyone.
No man's an island and his castle isn't home,
the nest is for nothing when the bird has flown.''
So I took a journey,
threw my world into the sea.
With me went the teacher
who found fun instead of me.

Hey man, what's the plan, what was that you said?
Sun-tanned, drink in hand, lying there in bed.
I try to socialize but I can't seem to find
what I was looking for, got something on my mind.

Then the teacher told me
it had been a lot of fun.
Thanked me for his ticket
and all that I had done.

Hey man, what's the plan, what was that you said?
Sun-tanned, drink in hand, lying there in bed.
I try to socialize but I can't seem to find
what I was looking for, got something on my mind.
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Inside

Just Trying To Be

There was a time that 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 lead 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,
And even now believe that it's not real and only a dream.

By Kind permission Of
[instrumental]

Dharma For One

Dharma, seek and you will find truth within your mind, Dharma.
Dharma, each to his own we seek, together we'll and our stream, Dharma.
Truth is like freedom, it doesn't believe
Being true to yourself, never think that you're free.
Dharma will come eventually.
Dharma, Dharma, Dharma.
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Wond'ring Again

There's the stillness of death on a deathly unliving sea
and the motorcar magical world has 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 farflung illusion, the national curse,
And those with no sandwiches please get off the bus.

The excrement bubbles, the century's slime decays,
And the brainwashing government lackeys would have us say
it's under control and we'll soon be on our way
to a grand year for babies and quiz panel games
of the hot hungry millions you'll be sure to remain.
The natural resources are dwinding and no one grows old
And those with no homes to go to, please pick yourself holes.

We wandered through quiet lands, felt the first breath of snow,
searched for the last pigeon, slate gray I've been told.
Stumbled on a daffodil which she crushed in the rush,
heard it sigh and left it to die.
At once felt remorse and were touched by the loss of our own,
held its poor broken head in her hands, dropped soft tears in the snow
and it's only the taking that makes you what you are.
Wondering aloud will a son one day be born
to share in our infancy in the child's path we've worn.
In the aging seclusion of this earth that our birth,
did surprise. We'll open his eyes.
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Locomotive Breath

Life Is A Long Song

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
and the twelve o'clock gloom spins the room, you struggle on your way,
well, don't you sigh, don't you cry, lick the dust from your eye.
We'll meet in the sweet light of dawn.
As the Baker Street train spills your pain all over your new dress
And the symphony sounds underground puts you under duress,
Well, don't you squeal as the heel grinds you under the weels.
Life's a long song, life's a long song, life's a long song,
But the tune ends too soon for us all.

Real Player video clip of "Life Is A Long Song", performed live at NBC Night,
November 15 1996. By kind permission of Laufi.
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Up The 'Pool

I'm going up the 'Pool from down the smoke below
to taste me mum's jam sarnies and see our Aunty Flo.
The candy floss salesman watches ladies in then sand
down for a freaky weekend in the hope that they'll be meeting Mr. 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,
while posing for the daily press
will look around and blame the mess on Edward Pier.

There'll be buckets, spades and bingo, cockles, mussels, rainy days,
seaweed and sand castles, icy waves,
deck chairs, rubber dinghies, old vests, braces dangling down,
a suntanned stranded starfish in a daze.

I'm going up the 'Pool from down the smoke below
to taste me mum's jam sarnies and see our Aunty Flo.
The candy flosses salesman watches ladies in then sand
down for a freaky weekend in the hope that they'll be meeting Mr. Universe.

There'll be buckets, spades and bingo, cockles, mussels, rainy days,
seaweed and sand castles, icy waves,
deck chairs, rubber dinghies, old vests, braces dangling down,
a suntanned stranded starfish in a daze.
Oh, Blackpool,
Oh, Blackpool.

Real Player video clip of "Up The 'Pool", performed live at NBC Night,
November 15 1996. By kind permission of Laufi.
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Dr. Bogenbroom

I have one foot in the graveyard
and the other on the bus
And the passengers do trample
eachother 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 goin down to revisit Dr. Bogenbroom.
Well, I'm on my way, three cheers for Dr. Bogenbroom.

Well, I tried my best to love you all,
all you hyprocrites and whores,
with your eyes upon eachother
and the locks upon your doors.
Well, you drowned me in the fountain of life and I hated you
for living while I was dying,
we were all just passing through.
Well, I'm goin down to revisit Dr. Bogenbroom.
Well, I'm on my way, three cheers for Dr. Bogenbroom.
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From Later
[instrumental]

Nursie

Tiptoes in silence 'round my bed
And quiets the raindrops over my head.
With her everlasting smile
She stills my fever for a while.
Oh, nursie dear I'm glad you're here
To brush away my pain.
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All Lyrics: © Chrysalis Records Ltd., London, UK, 1972 - All Rights Reserved.

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