MUSIC: Lyrics: 100 Years From Now
Carry Your Heart
Stephen Cummings/Robert Goodge
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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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