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