1.Fair Play
Fair play to you
Killarney's lakes are so blue
And the architecture I'm taking in with my mind
So fine...
Tell me of Poe
Oscar Wilde and Thoreau
Let your midnight and your daytime turn into love of life
It's a very fine line
But you've got the mind child
To carry on
When it's just about to be
Carried on...
And there's only one meadow's way to go
And you say 'Geronimo'
There's only one meadow's way to go
And you say 'Geronimo'
A paperback book
As we walk down the street
Fill my mind with tales of mystery, mystery...
And imagination
Forever fair
And I'm touching your hair
I wish we could be dreamers
In this dream, ohhh
Let it dream
And there's only one meadow's way to go
And you say 'Geronimo'
And there's only one meadow's way to go
And you say 'Geronimo'
Fair play to you
Killarney's lakes are so blue
High-ho silver, tit for tat
And I love you for that
High-ho silver, tit for tat
And I love you for that, love you for that, love you for that
High-ho silver, tit for tat, tit for tat
And I love you for that
High-ho silver, tit for tat, hah!
Yeah, yeah
And I love you for that
And theres only one meadow's way to go
And I, and I say 'Geronimo'
And there's only one meadow's way to go
And we say 'Geronimo'
Geronimo
And there's only one meadow's way to go
And we say Geronimo
And there's only one meadow's way to go
And we say Geronimo
Fair play to you
2.Linden Arden Stole The Highlights
Linden Arden stole the highlights --
With one hand tied behind his back --
Loved the morning sun, and whiskey
Ran like water in his veins
Loved to go to church on Sunday
Even though he was a drinking man
When the boys came to San Francisco
They were looking for his life
But he found out where they were drinking
Met them face to face outside
Cleaved their heads off with a hatchet
Lord, he was a drinkin' man
And when someone tried to get above him
He just took the law into his own hands
Linden Arden stole the highlights
And they put his fingers through the glass
He had heard all those stories many, many times before
And he did not know nor care to ask
And he loved the little children like they were his very own
You say, 'Someday it may get lonely.'
Now he's livin', livin' with a gun
3.Who Was That Masked Man
Oh ain't it lonely
When you're livin' with a gun
Well you can't slow down and you can't turn 'round
And you can't trust anyone
You just sit there like a butterfly
And you're all encased in glass
You're so fragile you just may break
And you don't know who to ask
Oh ain't it lonely
When you're livin' with a gun
Well you can't slow down and you can't turn 'round
And you can't trust anyone
You just sit there like a butterfly
You're well protected by the glass
You're such a rare collector's item
When they throw away what's the trash
You can hang suspended from a star
Or wish on a toilet roll
You can just soak up the atmosphere
Like a fish inside a bowl
When the ghost comes round at midnight
Well you both can have some fun
He can drive you mad, he can make you sad
He can keep you from the sun
When they take him down, he'll be both safe and sound
And the hand does fit the glove
And no matter what they tell you,
There's good and evil in everyone
4.Streets of Arklow
And as we walked
Through the streets of Arklow
Oh the color
Of the day wore on
And our heads
Were filled with poetry
And the morning
A-comin' on to dawn
And as we walked
Through the streets of Arklow
And gay perfusion
In god's green land
And the gypsy's rode
With their hearts on fire
They say 'We love to wander,'
'Lord we love,'
'Lord we love to roam...'
And as we walked
Through the streets of Arklow
In a drenching beauty
Rolling back 'til the day
And I saw your eyes
They was shining, sparkling crystal clear
And our souls were clean
And the grass did grow
And our souls were clean
And the grass did grow
And our souls were clean
And the grass did grow
And as we walked
Through the streets of Arklow
5.You Don't Pull No Punches But You Don't Push The River
Lyrics：Van Morrison
Music：Van Morrison
(Da da da....)
When you were a child, you were a tomboy
Gimme soul satisfaction
Way back in shady lane
Do you remember darlin'？
And it's the woman in you, and it's the woman in you
Gimme soul satisfaction
And it takes the child in you to know
The woman an' you are one
We're goin' out in the country to get down to the real soul,
I mean the real soul, people,
We're goin' out in the country, get down to the real soul
We're gettin' out to the west coast
Shining our light into the days of bloomin' wonder
Goin' as much with the river as not, as not, yeah, yeah
An' I'm goin' as much with the river as not
Yeah, yeah, right, yeah
Blake and the Eternals oh standin' with the Sisters of Mercy
Looking for the Veedon Fleece, yeah
William Blake and the Eternals oh standin' with the Sisters of
Mercy
Looking for the Veedon Fleece, yeah
You don't pull no punches, but you don't push the river
You don't pull no punches, and you don't push the river
You don't pull no punches, and you don't push the river, no, no
Goin' as much with the river as not
We're goin' out in the West, down to the cathedrals
We're goin' out in the West (alright), down to the beaches
And the Sisters of Mercy, behind the sun
Oh behind the sun
And William Blake and the Sisters of Mercy looking for the
Veedon Fleece,
Yeah
You don't pull no punches, goin' west, goin' as much with the
river as not
With the river as not, with the river as not, goin' as much,
Goin' as much with the river as not, no, ah
You don't pull no punches, and you don't push the river, no
You don't pull no punches, but you don't push the river, no
You don't pull no punches, but you don't push the river, no
You don't pull no punches, but you don't push the river
And we was contemplating Baba, William Blake and the Eternals
Goin' down to the Sisters of Mercy
Looking for the Veedon Fleece
Looking for the Veedon Fleece
Looking for the Veedon Fleece
Looking for the Veedon Fleece
You don't pull no punches, but ya, you don't push the river
You don't pull no punches, but ya, you don't push the river, no
You don't pull no punches, but ya, you don't push the river
You don't push the river, you don't push the river
6.Bulbs
I'm kicking off from centre field
A question of being down for the game
The one shot deal don't matter
And the other one's the same
Oh! My friend I see you
Want you to come through (alright)
And she's standing in the shadows
Where the street lights all turn blue
She leaving for an American (uhuh)
Suitcase in her hand
I said her brothers and her sisters
Are all on Atlantic sand
She's screaming through the alley way
I hear the lonely cry, why can't you？
And her batteries are corroded
And her hundred watt bulb just blew
Lallallal.. alright...huhuhhuh
She used to hang out at Miss Lucy's
Every weekend they would get loose
And it was a straight clear case of
Having taken in too much juice
It was outside, and it was outside
Just the nature of the person
Now all you got to remember
After all, it's just show biz
Lallalal...huhuh...lallal
We're just screaming through the alley way
I hear her lonely cry, ah why can't you？
And she's standing in the shadows
Canal street lights all turn blue
And she's standing in the shadows
Where the street lights all turn blue
And she's standing in the shadows
Down where the street lights all turn blue
Hey, hey, yeah
7.Cul De Sac
Lyrics：Van Morrison
Music：Van Morrison
In the cul de sac, so smooth
I look down
Be less sure, sir
And take your rest
It's been much too long
Since we drifted in song
Lay it down wet
In this hide-away
Oh I travelled far
To the nearest star
And met Palomar, ...mar..., mar...
And we don't care just who you know
It's who you are
And when they all go home
Down the cobblestones
You can double back (spoken 'This is it')
To a cul de sac
Mmm
Oh, I travelled far
The nearest star
And Mount Palomar, Palomar, Palomar, Palomar
And we don't care just who d'you know who d'you know
And who you really are, really are
And when they all,
All go home
Down the cobblestones
You will double back
To a cul de sac
You know, you know you will
You will, oh, will double back
And not very far
To a cul de sac
You, you, you... will double back
To a cul de sac
You know, you know it's not very far away
No, no
It's just a cul de sac
And you know, and you know, and you know... it's not very very
far away,
No
It's just a cul de sac
Donn, donn, donn...
You're not very far away, No ohhh
It's not, it's not very far away
It's not as far as a country mile
(You got it)
It's just a cul de sac
8.Comfort You
I wanna comfort you
I wanna comfort you
I wanna comfort you
Just let your tears run wild
Like when you were a child
I'll do what I can do
I wanna comfort you
You put the weight on me
You put the weight on me
You put the weight on me
When it gets too much for me
When it gets too much, much too much for me
I'll do the same thing that you do
And I'll put the weight on you
Huh
I'll put the weight on you
I'll put the weight on you
And I'll do the same thing that you do
I'll put the weight on you
I wanna comfort you
I wanna comfort you
And I wanna comfort you
Just let your tears run wild
Like when you were a child
I'll do what I can do
I just wanna comfort you
9.Come Here My Love
Lyrics：Van Morrison
Music：Van Morrison
Come here my love
This feeling has me spellbound
Yet the storyline, in paragraphs, laid down the same
In fathoms of my inner mind
I'm mystified, oh, by this mood
This melancholy feeling that just don't do no good
Come here my love
And I will lift my spirits high for you
I'd like to fly away and spend a day or two
Just contemplating the fields and leaves and
talking about nothing
Just layin' down in shades of effervescent,
effervescent odors
And shades of time and tide
And flowing through
Become enraptured by the sights and
sounds in intrigue of nature's beauty
Come along with me
And take it all in
Come here my love
10.Country Fair
We stood and watched the river flow
We were too young to really know
In the country fair
Oh, in the country fair
We laid out in the long green grass
And never thought that it would pass
In the country fair
In the country fair
On an old, on an old open day
On an old rainshine open day
In the country fair
In the cool night air
In sweet summer time
We counted pebbles in the sand
Sand like time slippin' through our hand
In the country fair
In the country fair
On an old, on an old open day
On an old raintrack open day
In the country fair
In the cool night air
In sweet summer time
Hmmm mmmm
On an old open day
On an old
Pinecone open day
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