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Billy Boy
03:05
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Billy Boy
Oh Billy Boy, did you see the colour in her eyes there
Oh Billy Boy, did you see the wave in her hair
So fine, and if you ask her she might walk with you an hour or two
Oh Billy Boy, will you take her to the fair
Were you watching her, did you see her colour changing
Were you listening, did you hear her heart a-pound
So fine, ah she’s so fine, ah she’s so fine, ah she’s so fine, ah she’s so fine . . .
Oh Billy Boy, do you know just what you’ve found
I’m just a rambling boy, straying through time,
Through time . . .
Oh Billy Boy, did you watch the sun a’rising
Walk with her, talk of love and life,
So fine, ah we were walking we were talking we were walking we were talking there
Oh Billy Boy, will you take her for your wife
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Without You
03:34
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Without You
You know how I love you, you know how I try
I’ve sailed on the water, I’ve sailed in the sky
For you my love
The sun in the morning, the lie of your hair
We seek reassurance, but there’s nobody there
No more my love
Aah, I see trouble brewing
Aah, shadows on the moon
Aah, I don’ think I’ll make it without you
On my own . . .
They’re closing the window, and locking the door
The sad-eyed musician, has gone home alone
Again, once more . . .
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Hey, Faraday
02:52
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Hey, Faraday
Hey, Faraday, whatcha gone an' done now
Lightning’s coming from a hole in the wall
Night show, light show, no having fun now
Gotta save my money feed a meter in the hall
Hey, Faraday, meddling with nature
Clocks stopped ticking and they started to hum
Bells and buzzers clamour for attention
Better cut the power off I’m going on the run
Hey, Faraday, got quite a shock there
Little green men on my TV screen
Waging war with electronic buttons
Not very friendly but it sure is clean
Hey, Faraday, where are we going to
Punch card numbers is all we’ll be
Satellite politics television war games
Better off in Highgate Cemetery
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Lady Mary
03:48
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Lady Mary
Lady Mary, see the buzzards fly
Lazy circles, they wait for us to die
I ask you ‘Why?’
Mary
Ah, Mother Mary, you come to watch us go
Maybe next time, we’ll get to see the show
I just don’t know
Aah, Lady Mary, did you notice me
Down here waving, and waiting endlessly
Ah can’t you see . . .
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