A Song a Day

Along the lanes of London city
Drury Lane, here we go again
We convene this fine committee
Drury Lane, here we go again
Me sons and daughters
the juniper and water
Will lead you from the slaughter
Sit down with the Gintlemen

Oh Laaa la la la laa la laa la la laaa
La la laa la la laa la la laa
We'll all be happy 'till we die
Gintlemen's Club, hoo aye!

Mother Mary, Aphrodite, Shiva
Drury Lane, here we go again
Won't stand up to fair Lady Geneva
Drury Lane, here we go again
Friend, I will submit this
God may be your witness
But she's your daily fitness
Sit down with the Gintlemen

When you need a topping for your wages
Drury Lane, here we go again
When you'll all be nipping at your cages
Drury Lane, here we go again
Come, you wretched creatures
the evening's triple feature
Let Old Tom be your teacher
Sit down with the Gintlemen

Along the lanes of London city
Drury Lane, here we go again
We convene this fine committee
Drury Lane, here we go again
Me sons and daughters
the juniper and water
Will lead you from the slaughter
Sit down with the Gintlemen

We'll all be happy 'till we die
Gintlemen's Club, OOH AYE!!!

She’s a Liverpool packet
Oh, Lord let her go!
Bound away – ho! – Bound away – ho!
Through the ice, sleet and snow
She’s a Liverpool packet, oh Lord let her go
 
At the Liverpool docks at the break of day
I saw a flash packet bound west far away
She was bound for the west, where the wild waters flow
 
Oh the time of her sailing is now drawing nigh
Stand by all you lovers we’ll wish you goodbye
With a pair of clean heels to you now we will show
 
And now we’re a-leavin’ the sweet salthouse docks
All the boy and the girls on the pierhead do flock
All the boy and the girls they are shouting hurrah
 
And now we’re a-waiting in the Mersey so free
A-waiting the tugboat to tow us to sea
And we’ll round the Rock Light where the salt tides do flow
 
Now she’s home, haul your big topsails hold out your jib sheets
Oh she’s home for the night boys you’ll get no damn sleep
Come aft now god damn yours, come aft make a show
 
And now we’re a-sailin’ down the wild Irish Sea
Our passengers are merry, and their hearts full of glee
Our sailors like tigers they walk to and fro
 
And now we’re a-sailin‘ the Atlantic so wide
And the hands are now ordered to scrub the ship’s side
Now then, holystone boyos, ther bosun do blow
 
And now we are off the banks of Newfoundland
Where the bottom all fishes and fine yello’ sand
And the fishes they sing as they swim to and fro

And now we’re arriving in old New York town
We’re bound for the Bowery, and let sorrows drown
With our gals and our beer, me boys, we’ll let the song flow

Build yourself an empty home
Mold it out of soot and stone
Hide your little love away
Keep it from the light of day
Oh! 'Cause all the things that he can do
Love, here he cannot hurt you no more

But when you go
I hope you know
That the world's just not the same

Move away into the night
Pull the curtains up so tight
Oh-woah-oh-oh-oh!
Hold yourself off from the sun
Hide away from everyone
'Cause all the things that he can do
Well, here he cannot hurt you

Sometimes you break the mold
Sometimes your heart is cold
Set away, set away, set away with your demons
Here dear, you must stay clear of his heart

'Cause he threw it like a stone
Through your windows
And I really hope you know
That we hope that you'll come back around

And I hope you know
That when you let go
Oh well, the world,
The world, here,
Will heal another one

And I hope you know
That when you let go
Oh well, the world,
The world, here,
Will heal another one

And I hope you know
That when you let go
Oh well, the world,
The world, here,
Will heal another one

In the garb of old Gaul with the fire of old Rome,
From the heath cover'd mountains of Scotia we come,
Where the Roman's endeavour'd our country to gain,
But our ancestors fought, and they fought not in vain.

Such our love of liberty, our country and our laws,
That like our ancestors of old, we stand by freedom's cause,
We'll bravely fight like heroes bright for honour and applause
And defy the French with all their arts to alter our laws.

No effeminate customs our sinews unbrace,
No luxurious tables enervate our race;
Our loud sounding pipe breathes the true martial strain
And our hearts still the old Scottish valour retain.

As a storm in the ocean when Boreas blows,
So are we enrag'd when we rush on our foes,
We sons of the mountains tremendous as rocks,
Dash the force of our foes with our thundering strokes.

We're tall as the oak on the mount of the vale,
Are as swift as the roe which the hound doth assail;
As the full moon in autumn our shields do appear,
Minerva would dread to encounter our spear.

Quebec and Cape Breton, the pride of old France,
In their troops fondly boasted till we did advance,
But when our claymores they saw us produce,
Their courage did fail and they sued for a truce.

In our realm may the fury of faction long cease;
May our councils be wise and our commerce increase,
And in Scotia's cold climate may each of us find
That our friends still prove true, and our beauties prove kind.

Then we'll defend our liberty, our country and our laws,
And teach our late posterity to fight for freedom's cause,
That like our bold ancestors for honour and applause
May defy the French with all their arts to alter our laws.

Every lining has a cloud
To wrap around and pull it down
This public spirit takes its toll
Written words go down the hole
Rusty rabbits punching in
And checking out and checking in
And I can't speak I'm far too late
But follow me, please, through this gate

Alice, Alice can't you see?
You eat too much before you think
And wash it all down with a drink
Now watch your hands begin to shrink

The walrus and the carpenter
Have made a plan and writ it down
And when the Jabberwock comes by
The oysters cry and so do I
Cats and cards and smoke arrive
And watch your silly men go by
And through it all you chit and chat,
Take your lessons from a cat (Meow!)

Alice, Alice…

Smoking shishes on a stool
A pretty thing, "You're pretty small"
And standing tall you take a bow
And move around throughout the clouds
Dogs are baying pretty songs
You don't try to sing along
For if you do you might be dead!
Queen's around who wants your head!

Alice, Alice…

You mean nothing to me
Nothing to me
Nothing to me
You mean nothing to me
Nothing to me
Nothing to me
She means nothing to me, yeah
I should've been seen, yeah!
I should've been seen!

Every lining has a cloud
To wrap around and pull it down
This public spirit takes its toll
Written words go down the hole
Rusty rabbits punching in
And checking out and checking in
And I can't speak I'm far too late
But follow me, please, through this gate

Alice, Alice…

Yo quiero matar mi pena
pero mi pena no me abandona.
Por algo canto esta zamba
que han de llamar la llorona.
Por algo canto esta zamba
que han de llamar la llorona.

Sollozan junto a sus nidos
las palomitas con sentimiento.
Igual que esas avecitas
yo al aire doy mis lamentos.
Igual que esas avecitas
yo al aire doy mis lamentos.

¿Dónde te has ido,
Paloma mía?
¿Adónde están las promesas
que me juraste aquel día?
¿Adónde están las promesas
que me juraste aquel día?

La zamba que voy cantando
va despertando las alegrías.
No saben que en ella canto
las propias desdichas mías.
No saben que en ella canto
las propias desdichas mías.

Por más que ocultar yo quiero
los mil pesares que me atormentan.
llorando van las guitarras
y ellas por mi se lamentan.
llorando van las guitarras
y ellas por mi se lamentan.

¿Dónde te has ido?
¿Quién te a llevado?
Mi corazón día y noche
Como el crespín te a llamado.
Mi corazón día y noche
Como el crespín te a llamado.

("crespín": ave de la selva del norte argentino)

Top down, straight in
That's the way you want to win
Head down, play nice
All the way to paradise
Scraping and staggering
Until the bitter end
Oh friend, I've seen it all before
To you I implore
The only way to death
Is through the apple tree
Life is a lady's breath
Life is a mystery
Along this sacred way
We wander every day
Tehran to Tennessee
Do you want a piece of me now?

I am the Cider King
I am the Whiskey Lord
I am everything
Here we go!
Right along the Cider Road

I am the one
Walking beneath the sun
Condemned and free
For all eternity
I've watched your cities rise
And fall into the dust
In hatred, larceny and lust
Join in if you must
But you must remember me
When the moon is in the trees
When all your castles turn
To penitentiaries
Along this sacred way
We wander every day
Tehran to Tennessee
Do you want a piece of me now?

I am the Cider King
I am the Whiskey Lord
I am everything
Here we go!
Right along the Cider
Here we go!
Right along the Cider Road

Here we go!

The only way to death
Is through the apple tree
Life is a lady's breath
Life is a mystery
Along this sacred way
We wander every day
Tehran to Tennessee
Do you want a piece of me now?

I am the Cider King
I am the Whiskey Lord
I am everything
Here we go!
Right along the Cider
Here we go!
Right along the Cider
Here we go!
Right along the Cider Road
Oooh!

I have funds tae buy me whiskey
Monie funds tae call my ain
But if I should get to fu' o' water
Wha's the man that would carry me hame?

And if I be dround in the Isla Waters
Hou the deuce would I win Hame?
If I be drounk in the Isla Waters
My wee doggie would find me in the Isla stream.

Ilka day I cross that water
Aye she's brackent wi' the sea
But if there is o' ale-hous laughter
Daurk an' still she waits on me.

Like the fisher's line that's brawken
Leaves the salmon tae the swell
Monie's the nicht ye'll fan' me souken
But ye brak the line yersel.

Aa' my days I've lived the quarter
Baud and bonnie fine stuff I've seen
But should I droun in your water
My wee doggie would find me in the Isla Stream.

I saw a man this morning
Who did not wish to die
I ask, and cannot answer,
If otherwise wish I.

Fair broke the day this morning
Against the Dardanelles;
The breeze blew soft, the morn's cheeks
Were cold as cold sea-shells.

But other shells are waiting
Across the Aegean sea,
Shrapnel and high explosive,
Shells and hells for me.

O hell of ships and cities,
Hell of men like me,
Fatal second Helen,
Why must I follow thee?

Achilles came to Troyland
And I to Chersonese:
He turned from wrath to battle,
And I from three days' peace.

Was it so hard, Achilles,
So very hard to die?
Thou knewest and I know not—
So much the happier I.

I will go back this morning
From Imbros over the sea;
Stand in the trench, Achilles,
Flame-capped, and shout for me.

Awake tonight in the silence of the moon
Awake tonight, and I know she's coming soon
She's coming soon
The ghost of fair Paulina

I followed you 'till my shoes were rotting thin
I followed you for what you could have been
You could have been
My only Seraphima
Pallas Athena
Soren K. and his Regina

Now I have seen the deepest blue
And nothing else will do
Just you

Paulina, Paulina, Paulina
I've seen better days
Paulina, Paulina, Paulina
Since you gone away

I watched the days reflected in your eyes
The summer passed and leaves began to die
Began to die, why oh why Paulina

Heart in my throat, my little fingers crossed
I delayed, and that is how I lost
Oh how I lost
My only Seraphima
Mea Regina
Ulysses and Athena

Now I have seen the deepest blue
And nothing else will do
Just you

Paulina, Paulina, Paulina
I've seen better days
Paulina, Paulina, Paulina
Since you gone away