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MUSIC: Lyrics: 100 Years From Now

Stephen Cummings: 100 Years From Now
  1. Carry Your Heart
  2. What A Silly Thing
  3. Don't Forget
  4. Runaway Sailor
  5. Anxiety Attack
  6. Who's That Walking
  7. Stretched Out
  8. Shake It
  9. Tired Of Being Blue
Carry Your Heart

Stephen Cummings/Robert Goodge

Every moment is a golden one
For him that has the vision
Every moment is a golden one
For him that has the vision
For him that has the vision
Every moment
For him that has the vision
For him that has the vision
I woke up, I got up, but I had no heart for the game
Some people don’t feel the cold, I’m now much the same
Waiting for you, to call
Waiting for evening, to fall
I carry your heart in my heart
I carry your heart with dignity
In the bleak days at the start of winter
Your smiling eyes call to me
In the bleak days at the start of winter
Your smiling eyes call to me
Every moment is a golden one
For him that has the vision to recognise it as such
Not very much
Every moment is a golden one
For him that has the vision
Every moment
Every moment is a golden one
For him that has the vision
For him that has the vision
Every moment is a golden one
For him that has the vision
For him that has the vision
For him that has the vision
For him that has the vision
For him that has the vision
For him that has the vision
What A Silly Thing

Stephen Cummings/Robert Goodge

You can be a real bore
Have you heard enough, would you like more?
She has everything, she is waiting
Waiting to begin

Pick myself off the floor
Have you heard enough, what’s the score?
The great advantage of being alive, is the experience of time
An unbroken tan, a silly man, it’s your dime, it’s your dime

What a silly thing, to cry about
What a silly thing, the words just burst out

Even when I was trying to say something nice
She was looking at me with little twinkly eyes
That she could live, without my love some how
One hundred years from now, I won’t be crying
She doesn’t like being pushed around
When she is up, she is also down
One hundred years from now, I won’t be crying
I won’t be blue, but I’ll still be thinking of you

What a silly thing, to cry about
What a silly thing, the words just burst out
What a silly thing, to cry about
What a silly thing, the words just burst out
Don't Forget

Stephen Cummings/Glenn Bennie

Each and every day
From morning till night
We had fun,
What’s done is done.

I tried so hard
So hard to please you
What more can I do
Doing the best
The best I can

But it's not good enough for you
No it's not good enough for you
But it's not good enough for you
No it's not good enough for you

I tried so hard
To make it right
Gone fishing
But I didn’t get a bite

I’ll be a dreamer
I’ll be a fool
Oh my darling, my whole life through
Doin’ the best, the best I can

Don’t forget about me
All the possibilities
Don’t forget about me
I feel the possibilities

But it's not good enough for you
No it's not good enough, for you
But it's not good enough
No it's not good enough
But it's not good enough
No it's not good enough, for you
Runaway Sailor

Stephen Cummings/Robert Goodge

May the flowers remind us
Why the rain was so necessary
Engine noises and people’s voices
See the forest and not the trees

Runaway sailor
I know you by sight
You’re a runaway sailor
In the wind and the light

Make no mistake
I’m wide awake
on a night like tonight,
I’m intrigued by the city at night
You mighty weaver of fogs
Casting a spell
that gathers a mist
Briefly together

Runaway sailor
I know you by sight
You’re a runaway sailor
In the wind and the light

Let me be there in the morning,
Whatever the weather
No more light than a firefly
A clear yellow spark in the sky
Casting a spell that gathers
The mist briefly together
Let me be there
Whatever the weather

Runaway sailor
I know you by sight
You’re a runaway sailor
In the wind and the light
Runaway sailor
Runaway sailor
Anxiety Attack

Stephen Cummings/Robert Goodge/Geoff Hales/Chris Abrahams

We are experiencing personal problems at this time
We are presently going out of our minds
Wish I could erase
Everything I ever done
Just call me lonesome
From now on

I, I am having an anxiety attack
I, I am having an anxiety attack
And life is pleasing
But life is teasing me

And so, it’s time to make a new start
Dead but not, forgotten in my heart
I’ve got a lot, of things I’d like to say
Maybe this time, life won’t wander away


I, I am having an anxiety attack
I, I am having an anxiety attack
And life is pleasing
But life is teasing me

Yeah this world, will hide me when I cry
See my love. as I kiss you goodbye
Now all I do, is just exist
And think about, all the chances I have missed

I, I am having an anxiety attack
I, I am having an anxiety attack
And life is pleasing
But life is teasing me
I, I am having an anxiety attack
I, I am having an anxiety attack
I, I am having an anxiety attack
I, I am having an anxiety attack
Who's That Walking

Stephen Cummings/Robert Goodge

Even though the rain has stopped
The idea of a walk intrigues you
Knew no right, knew no wrong
I can barely sing this song
All night you waited for morning
All morning you waited for afternoon
All afternoon you waited for night
Nothing works out quite right

You can’t escape and you don’t want to
Who’s that walking on the other side of you?
You can’t escape and you don’t want to
Who’s that walking on the other side of you?

And still the longings came
Like on a butterfly’s wings
If we do all the right things
We can overcome our native frailty
The wind is blowing and the grass is singing
White clouds gather in the sky
The weather begins to rise and blow in

You can’t escape and you don’t want to
Who’s that walking on the other side of you
You can’t escape and you don’t want to
Who’s that walking on the other side of you
You can’t escape and you don’t want to
Who that walking on the other side of you
Who’s that walking?
Who’s that walking?
Who’s that walking?
Who’s that walking?
Who’s that walking?
Stretched Out

Stephen Cummings/Bill McDonald

Heavy sheets of rain splashing, against the window
The sky is crying, and the winds blow
Emptying the contents, of my pockets on the table
Biscuit crumbs, small change and a guitar cable

Stretched out get out, not much fun

There are trucks and men in orange vests
With the company name printed across their chests
Rain clouds enshroud our house tonight
But living is laughing, if you get it right

Stretched out get out, not much fun for me
Stretched out get out, not much fun

I think I hear the car, some wonderful new adventure
The clock is ticking, but you’re sticking
The wrong time of year, to view the sunset
Let’s go somewhere quiet
It’s never going to be the same

Stretched out get out, not much fun for me
Stretched out get out, not much fun

You snuggled up close to me in bed
Till I fell asleep
Whenever your life ends, it’s all there
For you to keep
Extraordinary moments vanish into thin air
Thin air, thin air, thin air
Shake It

Stephen Cummings/Robert Goodge

Shake it one time
One time for me
My head’s mixed up
And my heart’s lonely

A flush of fire
What you say and do
Oh baby
I’m happy to be with you

You have a lovely face
Me I’m like an ancient ruin
When people look at us
They must wonder what we’re doin’

Shake it
The way you dance is mighty fine
Like a door slamming
You are divine
Shake it baby
You are such fun
It’s nice to be dancin’ with someone
Like a big ship
Out on the mighty ocean
My heart’s bubbling with emotion

It makes me laugh
Your kindness is a reward
The more you shake it
The more the music roared
When you begin
To moan and sing
Before I met you
I didn’t have anything

You have a lovely face
But me I’m like an ancient ruin
When people look at us
They must wonder what we’re doin’

Oh shake it
Shake it up
One time for me
Shake it up
My heart’s lonely
Shake it up
When you moan and sing
Shake it up
My head’s mixed up
And my heart’s lonely
Shake it up
You are such fun
Shake it up
It’s nice to be dancin’ with someone
Tired Of Being Blue

Stephen Cummings/Graham Lee

When it all went down
I shovelled spoons in my coffee
I had no energy
Didn’t know what to do
When it all went down
I’m so tired, tired of being blue

It drives me up the wall
Acting in this way
That bird has flown
Gone home alone

What am I to do?
So tired, so tired of being blue

It’s so hard to reveal to you
My uncertainty
Holding back my tears
Facing all my fears

What am I to do?
So tired, so tired of being blue

There’s no getting out of this
With a silly story
I sit on my seat
With a view of the street
What am I to do?
So tired, tired of being blue
So tired, tired of being blue
Tired, so tired, of being blue
So tired, tired of being blue
So tired, tired of being blue

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