Music in a Doll's House - Lyrics

"The Chase"
(Charlie Whitney/Roger Chapman)

Ahh-hhh! Ahh-hhh! Ahh-hhh!
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?
Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh!

Hunted me out, sapped me of strength and of will.
Showered affections, baited me, loved me until
My defenses and cautions were gone, babe,
And you did it just for the thrill.
Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh!
Tally-ho, tally-ho!

--

"Mellowing Grey"
(Charlie Whitney/Roger 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"
(Dave Mason)

Wear Wellington boots when you tread into water,
But what do you do when she's finally caught you?
You just can't 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 telly but taking no notice.
Instead he just plays with some bright-colored blocks,
Occasionally speaks of little-girl 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're suddenly find yourself glad that you came,
And you're sure that the room doesn't look quite the same.
And Dad's got you into his bright-colored 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"
(Charlie Whitney/Roger 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 'til the end
Someone to love and hold
Through the warmth and the cold
Of my lonely years,
My friend.

Me my friend,
Me my friend. . ..

--

"Variation On a Theme of 'Hey Mr. Policeman'"
(Charlie Whitney)

instrumental 

--
"Winter"
(Charlie Whitney/Roger Chapman)

Winter time, it brings me down.
Ice cold wind, snow on the ground.
Soon I'll feel the summer breezes,
Watch it as it carefully seizes.
Thistle down, Send it round,
Slowly upward, 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 wind, snow on the ground.
Winter time, it brings me down,
Overcoats and scarves thrown round.

--

"Old Songs New Songs"
(Charlie Whitney/Roger 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 gray 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'"
(Charlie Whitney)

Instrumental 

--

"Hey Mr. Policeman"
(Charlie Whitney/Roger Chapman/Rick Grech)

Hey Mr. Policeman, one man at bail,
Can I see her one time, before I make jail?
I'd kill for that woman, I'd kill for that woman,
Kill for that woman, kill 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, see me last time,
Don't care a nickel, don't give a dime.
I'd kill for you, woman, I'd kill for you, woman,
Kill for you, woman, kill for you, woman,
You call it a crime.

--

"See Through Windows"
(Charlie Whitney/Roger Chapman)

See through windows, look at things.
Sunlight, shadows, cat's paws, lap wings.
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.

Tears 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'"

(Charlie Whitney)

Instrumental

--
"Peace of Mind"
(Charlie Whitney/Roger 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, peace of mind.

I can feel things reveal
Peace within - now 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, peace of mind.

--

"Voyage"
(Charlie Whitney/Roger 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 I 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 them, sing,
But is summer winter, autumn spring?
What is time within my mind?
Is a red rose rad to a man who's blind?

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

--

"The Breeze"
(Charlie Whitney/Roger Chapman)

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

Nobody knows, nobody sees,
I am the breeze.

Blowing the dust from Sphinxes' smiles,
Scattering sands for miles and miles.
Cooling bathers lying on beaches,
Stealing through orchards of pears and peaches.

Nobody knows, nobody sees,
I am the breeze.

Whooshing my way through parks and flowers,
Gas works, bridges, cooling towers.
Caravans, horses, gypsy campfires,
Preachers' steeples, elegant spires.

Nobody knows, nobody sees,
I am the breeze.

--

"3 x Time"
(Charlie Whitney/Roger Chapman)

There have been many blue yesterdays
Passed me by,
And as I sit here, my time goes fast
As I re-enact the past.
The past is gone but always very near,
Memories good and bad that I hold 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. 

--

Note: Family performed live versions of both "Me My Friend" and "The Breeze" on radio and television broadcasts with alternate verses.  The verses are as follows.

"Me My Friend":

Me my friend,
I have done many things, me my friend.
I have walked many lanes,
I have called many names,
I have played many games.

"The Breeze":

Jungle grasses bowing sweetly,
Following zebras so discreetly.
Shivering seas on backs of whales,
Adding wings to flying-fish scales.