"Drowned In Wine"
(Charlie Whitney/Roger Chapman)
After the turn, you finally learn to play along.
Your feelings are blind, so you don't really mind if it's right or wrong.
Fall in line. . ..
No, they won't let it stand on the back of their hand,
Won't take a cave in the mine.
See what they've done, the end's just begun to filter in.
The end is in sight, and the thought of a fight now is wiltering.
Yours and mine . . ..
They won't let it stand on the back of their hand,
Won't take a cave in the mine.
I could cry help,
But I'd much sooner fend for myself.
Don't wanna feel like I'm drowned in wine,
Hate every thought of having to fall in line,
Just want to grow, just want to grow and share what's yours and mine.
As sure as I see, they're looking at me with glasses on.
And as sure as I feel, I know they're for real and the gas is on.
Well, I'm drowned in wine,
No, they won't let it stand, no no.
Don't wanna feel like I'm drowned in wine,
Hate every thought of having to fall in line,
Just want to grow, grow and share what's yours and mine.
After the turn, you finally learn to play along.
Your feelings are blind and you don't really mind if it's right or wrong.
Well, I'm drowned, drowned in wine,
No, they won't let it stand, no.
No, they won't let stand, no,
I say they won't let it stand, no.
Well, I'm drowned in wine, yeah.
Say, I'm drowned, drowned, drowned in wine.
--
"Some Poor Soul"
(Charlie Whitney/Roger Chapman)
Moon-soaked sky looks down,
Giving what it has to give.
A crack of twigs may be poachers,
A poor soul ain't got long to live.
A rustle and a crackle,
And a rattle with a shuffle.
Oh, you listen to scurry and the hurry of the . . .
Of the furry-footed people.
Through the trees a glimmer,
And a shimmer on the water,
And a skimmer making tracks across the pond . . ..
A hungry, bloated toad sits ugly and alone.
Shady wooded hollow,
Well, it shivers in the evening.
And the owl waits with baited breath . . ..
Oh, the silent hungry talons.
Moon-soaked sky looks down,
Giving, giving what it has to give.
A crack of twigs may be poachers.
I said, some poor soul ain't got long to live.
--
"Love Is a Sleeper"
(Charlie Whitney/Roger Chapman)
Love is a sleeper locked in a room,
Waiting for someone to waken it,
Holding a key for a heart that's immune,
Frightened it's not really making it.
But sooner or later it feels through the cold,
All the warmth and the tremors that's shaking it.
Love is a sleeper, no one can deny.
I know, I've been so tired many times.
Love is a sleeper content by the sea,
Gazing so gently, so far away,
Waits for the tide and the moon to agree,
So pulled by the force that we hide away.
But the beaches are empty more often than not,
And left on its own it's a castaway.
Love is a sleeper, no one can deny.
I know, I've been so tired.
(REPEAT FIRST VERSE)
Love is a sleeper, no one can deny.
I know, I've been so, so tired.
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"Stop For the Traffic - Through the Heart Of Me"
(Charlie Whitney/Roger Chapman)
Stop for the traffic, maybe I can see
Remains of a flower, stump of a tree.
Shaking hands with people
Who are smiling desperately,
They're tryin' to win over through,
Through the heart of me.
Buildings tall, people small, maybe they can't see
That the sun keeps shining down over lil' ol' me.
Well, I'm walking down the main street,
Their eyes just can't see.
They're tryin' to win over through,
Through the heart of me.
(REPEAT FIRST VERSE)
--
"Wheels"
(Charlie Whitney/Roger Chapman/Ric Grech)
I'm holding a bubble no one can believe in,
They look through and distort their views.
They say it's all right and they add with a wink,
But the wink has the smile of abuse.
I'm holding a mirror no one wants to peak in.
It's cracked, they say with a wearisome moan,
The crack is a path, just there for the seeking.
Look harder, the pavings are shown.
(CHORUS)
Losing out slowly, I'm trying to make good,
Wheels keep on grinding, grind slowly to mud.
Yeah, slowly to mud.
I wished for the earth and I got me a piece,
My integrity down, my soul for the lease.
No one can repeat what my mouth tries to speak,
Forsaking the bit, not seeing the leak.
(REPEAT FIRST VERSE)
(REPEAT CHORUS)
Wheels keep on, keep on rolling . . ..
--
"Song For Sinking Lovers"
(Charlie Whitney/Roger Chapman)
That perfume in the air is like the one she'd wear,
And her hair, it always took time to repair.
My watch of late, it brings to me the times I'd wait,
By the gate her way from work did indicate.
(FIRST CHORUS)
Occasionally, I think of things
When a cold, hard bell inside me rings.
Just in time I can pull the blind
And shut it from my mind.
This cigarette I smoke reminds me of a joke
That we spoke on mornings, when we first awoke.
My walk upon the grass, right now it brings to pass
When she'd ask if everything we'd got would last.
(REPEAT FIRST CHORUS)
(REPEAT SECOND VERSE)
(REPEAT FIRST CHORUS)
(SECOND CHORUS)
Occasionally, I think of things
When a cold, hard bell inside me rings.
Just in time I can pull the blind and shut it!
Shut it out . . . shut it out from . . .
Shut it out from my mind.
--
"Hey - Let It Rock"
(Charlie Whitney/Roger Chapman)
Light up a candle, think about flame,
Hang up the washing and think about rain.
You look at the doormat to see if there's post,
Nothing for breakfast, just tea and cold toast.
Thinking of everyday things,
Everything swings.
Waiting for Christmas to see what it sends,
You look in the library to see what it lends.
Freeing a bird that wanted to fly,
Laying down sleepy, heaving a sigh.
Wind up the hands on a grandfather clock,
You're digging the music - hey, let it rock!
--
"The Cat and the Rat"
(Charlie Whitney/Roger Chapman)
You can jiggle a cat and slap on a rat
But you bet your sweet life you won't make it.
Yeah, the odds are against, it's a barbed-wire fence
And you're caught by the a**, you can't shake it.
You get the cat and the rat if you got a big sack,
Beat 'em to death in your own little trap, whoa whoa.
(Well, you're) caught in a storm, your shoes, they got worn,
You're insane at the rain but can't break it,
Yeah, you think of the ones now, the impotent johns,
Glad you're alive, you can shake it.
You get the cat and the rat if you got a big sack,
Beat 'em to death in your own little trap, yeah.
You can kick at a cat and stomp on a rat
But you bet your sweet life you won't make it.
Yeah, the odds are against, it's a barbed-wire fence
And you're caught by the a**, you can't shake it.
You get the cat and the rat if you got a big sack,
Beat 'em to death in your own little trap, yeah.
(REPEAT SECOND VERSE)
You can shake it!
You can make it,
You can make it, you can shake it, whoa, yeah yeah . . ..
--
"93's OK J"
(Charlie Whitney/John Weider)
Instrumental
--
"A Song For Me"
(Charlie Whitney/Roger Chapman/John Weider/Rob Townsend)
I was waiting, I was singing,
I was standing patiently.
Who would wait this long for me?
Who's gonna sing a song for me?
I was smiling, I was walking,
Open mind to open miles.
Who will crack me a crooked smile?
Who's gonna climb my . . . who's gonna climb my . . .
Who will climb my crooked stiles?
I was crying, I was stumbling
Over broken-glass-laid tracks,
Following ancient portrait maps.
Who could tell me . . . who could tell me . . .
Who could tell the paths from cracks?
I was talking, I was shouting.
Listen please, now don't you turn away.
Who turns deaf to what I say?
Who's gonna paint my . . . who's gonna paint my . . .
Who's gonna paint my portrait gray?
I was crying . . .
I was stum-, stum-, stumbling
Over broken-glass-laid tracks,
Following ancient portrait maps.
Who's gonna tell me . . . hey, who's gonna tell me, yeah . . .
Who could tell the paths from cracks?
I was waiting . . .
I was singing, too.
I was standing patiently.
Who would wait this long for me?
Who's gonna sing?
Hey, who's gonna sing?
A song for me . . .
Hey, a song for me . . ..
