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'I Put A Spell On You '-pete townsend & david gilmour

put a spell on you

’cause you’re mine

You better stop the things you do

I ain’t lyin’

No I ain’t lyin’

You know I can’t stand it

You’re runnin’ around

You know better daddy

I can’t stand it cause you put me down

I put a spell on you

Because you’re mine

You’re mine

I love ya

I love you

I love you

I love you anyhow

And I don’t care

If you don’t want me

I’m yours right now

You hear me

I put a spell on you

Because you’re mine

'Thick as a brick '-jethro tull

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Really don't mind if you sit this one out.

My words but a whisper -- your deafness a SHOUT.

I may make you feel but I can't make you think.

Your sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink.

So you ride yourselves over the fields and

you make all your animal deals and

your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in

the tidal destruction

the moral melee.

The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers

the newfangled way.

But your new shoes are worn at the heels and

your suntan does rapidly peel and

your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

And the love that I feel is so far away:

I'm a bad dream that I just had today -- and you

shake your head and

say it's a shame.

Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.

Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.

Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.

See there! A son is born -- and we pronounce him fit to fight.

There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.

We'll

make a man of him

put him to trade

teach him

to play Monopoly and

to sing in the rain.

The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water --

as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.

The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other --

as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.

The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling --

but the master of the house is far away.

The horses stamping -- their warm breath clouding

in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.

And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.

And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.

Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.

The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river

where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:

the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose

and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.

The young men of the household have

all gone into service and

are not to be expected for a year.

The innocent young master -- thoughts moving ever faster --

has formed the plan to change the man he seems.

And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.

And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.

Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.

What do you do when

the old man's gone -- do you want to be him? And

your real self sings the song.

Do you want to free him?

No one to help you get up steam --

and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam.

LATER.

I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.

My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.

So come on all you criminals!

I've got to put you straight just like I did with my old man --

twenty years too late.

Your bread and water's going cold.

Your hair is too short and neat.

I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.

You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone -- you meet the stares.

You're unaware that your doings aren't done.

And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.

But how are we supposed to see where we should run?

I see you shuffle in the courtroom with

your rings upon your fingers and

your downy little sidies and

your silver-buckle shoes.

Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol

who lets you bend the rules.

So!

Come on ye childhood heroes!

Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books

your super crooks

and show us all the way.

Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you?

Join your local government.

We'll have Superman for president

let Robin save the day.

You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.

The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.

And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are --

and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.

And you wonder who to call on.

So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?

And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?

They're all resting down in Cornwall --

writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition

of the Boy Scout Manual.

Thick As A Brick (Part 2) Lyrics

LATER.

See there! A man born -- and we pronounce him fit for peace.

There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.

We'll

take the child from him

put it to the test

teach it

to be a wise man

how to fool the rest.

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We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional

God is an overwhelming responsibility

we walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons

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upgrade? Hipgrave. Oh, Mac.

LATER

In the clear white circles of morning wonder,

I take my place with the lord of the hills.

And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows)

sporting canvas frills.

With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,

while queueing for sarnies at the office canteen.

Saying -- how's your granny and

good old Ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win.

The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled

in the seagull's call.

And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.

The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun,

and signal for the crack of dawn.

Light the sun.

Do you believe in the day? Do you?

Believe in the day! The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun.

Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one.

Do you believe in the day?

The fading hero has returned to the night -- and fully pregnant with the day,

wise men endorse the poet's sight.

Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day!

Let me tell you the tales of your life of

your love and the cut of the knife

the tireless oppression

the wisdom instilled

the desire to kill or be killed.

Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by.

The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool

toasts his god in the sky.

So come all ye young men who are building castles!

Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.

Mark the precise nature of your fear.

Let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of the father are fed

with

the blood of the fools and

the thoughts of the wise and

from the pan under your bed.

Let me make you a present of song as

the wise man breaks wind and is gone while

the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and

the nursery rhyme winds along.

So! Come all ye young men who are building castles!

Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.

Mark the precise nature of your fear.

See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you

and the hour of judgement draweth near.

Would you be

the fool stood in his suit of armour or

the wiser man who rushes clear.

So! Come on ye childhood heroes!

Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books

your super-crooks and

show us all the way.

Well! Make your will and testament.

Won't you? Join your local government.

We'll have Superman for president

let Robin save the day.

So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?

And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?

They're all resting down in Cornwall -- writing up their memoirs

for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual.

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So you ride yourselves over the fields and

you make all your animal deals and

your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

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Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt,

Your rolled up sleeves in your skull t-shirt,

You say "what did you do with him today?",

And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray,

'Cause you're my fella, my guy,

Hand me your stella and fly,

By the time I'm out the door,

You tear men down like Roger Moore,

I cheated myself,

Like I knew I would,

I told you I was trouble,

You know that I'm no good,

Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy,

He's in a place, but I can't get joy,

Thinking on you in the final throes,

This is when my buzzer goes,

Run out to meet you, chips and pitta,

You say 'when we married",

'cause you're not bitter,

"There'll be none of him no more,"

I cried for you on the kitchen floor,

I cheated myself,

Like I knew I would,

I told you I was trouble,

You know that I'm no good,

Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain,

We're like how we were again,

I'm in the tub, you on the seat,

Lick your lips as I soak my feet,

Then you notice little carpet burn,

My stomach drops and my guts churn,

You shrug and it's the worst,

Who truly stuck the knife in first

I cheated myself,

Like I knew I would

I told you I was trouble,

You know that I'm no good,

I cheated myself,

Like I knew I would

I told you I was trouble,

Yeah, you know that I'm no good.

It's okay in the day I'm staying busy

Tied up enough so I don't have to wonder where is he

Got so sick of crying

So just lately

When I catch myself I do a 180

I stay up clean the house

At least I'm not drinking

Run around just so I don't have to think about thinking

That silent sense of content

That everyone gets

Just disappears soon as the sun sets

This face in my dreams seizes my guts

He floods me with dread

Soaked in soul

He swims in my eyes by the bed

Pour myself over him

Moon spilling in

And I wake up alone

If I was my heart

I'd rather be restless

The second I stop the sleep catches up and I'm breathless

This ache in my chest

As my day is done now

The dark covers me and I cannot run now

My blood running cold

I stand before him

It's all I can do to assure him

When he comes to me

I drip for him tonight

Drowning in me we bathe under blue light

His face in my dreams seizes my guts

He floods me with dread

Soaked in soul

He swims in my eyes by the bed

Pour myself over him

Moon spilling in

And I wake up alone

And I wake up alone

And I wake up alone

And I wake up alone

If my man was fighting

Some unholy war

I would be behind him

Straight shook up beside him

With strength he didn't know

It's you I'm fighting for

He can't lose with me in tow

I refuse to let him go

At his side and drunk on pride

We wait for the blow

We put it in writing

But who you writing for

Just us on kitchen floor

Justice done,

Reciting my stomach standing still

Like you're reading my will

He still stands in spite of what his scars say

And I'll battle 'til this bitter finale

Just me, my dignity and this guitar case

Yes my man is fighting some unholy war

And I will stand beside you

And who you dying for

B - I would have died too

I'd have liked too

If my man was fighting

Some unholy war

If my man was fighting

Nobody stands in between me and my man, it's me

And Mr Jones (Me and Mr Jones)

What kind of fuckery is this?

You made me miss the Slick Rick gig (oh Slick Rick)

You thought I didn't love you when I did (when I did)

Can't believe you played me out like that (Ahhh)

No you ain't worth guest list

Plus one of all them girls you kiss (all them girls)

You can't keep lying to yourself like this (to yourself)

Can't believe you played yourself (out) like this

Rulers one thing but come Brixton

Nobody stands in between me and my man

'Cause it's me and Mr Jones (Me and Mr Jones)

What kind of fuckery are we?

Nowadays you don't mean dick to me (dick to me)

I might let you make it up to me (make it up)

Who's playing Saturday?

What kind of fuckery are you?

Side from Sammy you're my best black Jew

But I could swear that we were through (we were through)

I still want to wonder 'bout the things you do

Mr Destiny 9 and 14

Nobody stands in between me and my man

'Cause it's Me and Mr JOnes (Me and Mr Jones)

Her name is Cherry, we've just met

But already she knows me better than you

She understands me after eighteen years

And you still don't see me like you ought to do

Maybe we could talk 'bout things

If you was made of wood and strings

While I love her every sound

I dunno how to turn you down

And you're so thick and my patience thin

So I got me a new best friend

With a pickup that puts you to shame

And Cherry is her name

And when I'm lonely, Cherry's there

And she plays along while I sing out my blues

I could be crying and you don't care

You won't call me back, you're stubborn as a mule

Maybe we could talk 'bout things

If you was made of wood and strings

You might think I've gone too far

I'm talking 'bout my new guitar

When you walk in the bar,

And you dressed like a star,

Rockin' your F me pumps.

And the men notice you,

With your Gucci bag crew,

Can't tell who he's lookin' to.

Cuz you all look the same,

Everyone knows your name,

And that's your whole claim to fame.

Never miss a night,

Cuz your dream in life,

Is to be a footballer's wife.

You don't like players,

That's what you say-a,

But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire.

You don't like ballers,

They don't do nothing for ya,

But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller.

You're more than a fan,

Lookin' for a man,

But you end up with one-nights-stands.

He could be your whole life,

If you got past one night,

But that part never goes right.

In the morning you're vexed,

He's onto the next,

And you didn't even get no taste.

Don't be too upset,

If they call you a skank,

Cuz like the news everyday you get pressed.

You don't like players,

That's what you say-a,

But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire.

Or them big ballers,

Don't do nothing for ya.

But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller,

You can't sit down right,

Cuz your jeans are too tight,

And you're lucky it's ladies night.

With your big empty purse,

Every week it gets worse,

At least your breasts cost more than hers.

So you did Miami,

Cuz you got there for free,

But somehow you missed the plane.

You did too much E,

Met somebody,

And spent the night getting caned.

Without girls like you,

There'd be no fun,

We'd go to the club and not see anyone.

Without girls like you,

There's no nightlife,

All those men just go home to their wives.

Don't be mad at me,

Cuz you're pushing thirty,

And your old tricks no longer work.

You should have known from the jump,

That you always get dumped,

So dust off your fuck me pumps

Tell your boyfriend next time he around

To buy his own weed and don't wear my shit down

I wouldn't care if bre would give me some more

I'd rather him leave you then leave him my draw

When you smoke all my weed man

You gotta call the green man

So I can get mine and you get yours

Once is enough to make me attack

So bring me a bag and your man can come back

I'll check him at the door make sure he got green

I'm tighter than airport security teams

When you smoke all my weed man

You gotta call the green man

So I can get mine and you get yours

I'm my own man so when will you learn

That you got a man but I got to burn

Don't make no difference if I end up alone

I'd rather have myself a smoke my homegrown

It's got me addicted, does more than any dick did

Yeh I can get mine and you get yours

Yeh I can get mine and you get yours

I bought you a fur coat when you were fifteen

You wore it to the disco when everyone was in jeans

But you were just a rich girl and only having fun

Your worn out dresses drew stares from everyone

Hey, little rich girl where did you go wrong?

You left for London when you were nineteen

Had to pawn all your nice clothes, just living on dreams

A man in the bright lights took all that you own

Now he's taken your freedom for a taste unknown

But you were a rich girl, only having fun

Your worn out dresses brought stares from everyone

Hey, little rich girl where did you go wrong?

Hey, little rich girl you've been away for so long

And now little rich girl, I wrote you in this song

Hey, little rich girl, baby, love is gone

And now little rich girl, I know where you belong

At your dad's office party all the movies were blue

Caused him so much heartache because the screen star was you

You left for London when you were nineteen

Had to pawn all your nice clothes just living on a dream

But You were just a rich girl, only having fun

Your worn out dresses brought stares from everyone

Hey, little rich girl where did you go wrong?

Hey, little rich girl where did you go wrong?

He can only hold her for so long

The lights are on but noone's home

She's so vacant Her soul is taken

He is what she's running from

How can he have her heart

When it got stole

Though he tries to pacify her

Whats inside her never dies

Even if she's content in his warmth

She gets pained with urgency

Urgent kisses

The miss misses

The man that he longs to be

Now how can he have her heart

When it got stole

So he tries to pass it by

Cause what's inside'll never die

As he tries to pacify her

Cause whats inside her never dies

Aye yi yi, aye yi yi

Huggin' up the big monkey man

Aye yi yi, aye yi yi

Huggin' up the big monkey man

I never saw you, I only heard of you

Huggin' up the big monkey man

I never saw you, I only heard of you

Huggin' up the big monkey man

It's your lie, it's your lie

Huggin' up the big monkey man

It's your lie, it's your lie

Huggin' up the big monkey man

Now I know that, now I understand

Huggin' up the big monkey man

Now I know that, now I understand

Huggin' up the big monkey man

La la la la la la

Huggin' up the big monkey man

La la la la la la

Huggin' up the big monkey man

Aye yi yi, aye yi yi

Huggin' up the big monkey man

Aye yi yi, aye yi yi

Huggin' up the big monkey man

I never saw you, I only heard of you

Huggin' up the big monkey man

I never saw you, I only heard of you

Huggin' up the big monkey man

It's your lie, it's your lie

Huggin' up the big monkey man

It's your lie, it's your lie

Huggin' up the big monkey man

Now I know that, now I understand

Huggin' up the big monkey man

Now I know that, now I understand

Huggin' up the big monkey man

La la la la la la

Huggin' up the big monkey man

La la la la la la

Huggin' up the big monkey man

They tried to make me go to rehab but I said 'no, no, no'

Yes I've been black but when I come back you'll know know know

I ain't got the time and if my daddy thinks I'm fine

He's tried to make me go to rehab but I won't go go go

I'd rather be at home with ray

I ain't got seventy days

Cause there's nothing

There's nothing you can teach me

That I can't learn from Mr Hathaway

I didn't get a lot in class

But I know it don't come in a shot glass

They tried to make me go to rehab but I said 'no, no, no'

Yes I've been black but when I come back you'll know know know

I ain't got the time and if my daddy thinks I'm fine

He's tried to make me go to rehab but I won't go go go

The man said 'why do you think you here'

I said 'I got no idea

I'm gonna, I'm gonna lose my baby

so I always keep a bottle near'

He said 'I just think you're depressed,

this me, yeah baby, and the rest'

They tried to make me go to rehab but I said 'no, no, no'

Yes I've been black but when I come back you'll know know know

I don't ever wanna drink again

I just ooh I just need a friend

I'm not gonna spend ten weeks

have everyone think I'm on the mend

It's not just my pride

It's just 'til these tears have dried

They tried to make me go to rehab but I said 'no, no, no'

Yes I've been black but when I come back you'll know know know

I ain't got the time and if my daddy thinks I'm fine

He's tried to make me go to rehab but I won't go go go

Well sometimes I go out by myself

And I look across the water

And I think of all the things, what you're doing

And in my head I paint a picture

Since I've come on home,

Well my body's been a mess

And I've missed your ginger hair

And the way you like to dress

Won't you come on over

Stop making a fool out of me

Why don't you come on over Valerie?

Valerie [x3]

Did you have to go to jail,

Put your house on up for sale, did you get a good lawyer?

I hope you didn't catch a tan,

I hope you'll find the right man who'll fix it for ya

Are you shopping anywhere,

Changed the color of your hair, are you busy?

And did you have to pay that fine

That you were dodging all the time, are you still busy?

Since I've come on home,

Well my body's been a mess

And I've missed your ginger hair

And the way you like to dress

Won't you come on over

Stop making a fool out of me

Why don't you come on over Valerie?

Valerie [x3]

Well sometimes I go out by myself

And I look across the water

And I think of all the things, what you're doing

And in my head I paint a picture

Since I've come on home,

Well my body's been a mess

And I've missed your ginger hair

And the way you like to dress

Won't you come on over

Stop making a fool out of me

Why don't you come on over Valerie?

Valerie [x7]

Why don't you come over Valerie?

All I can ever be to you,

Is a darkness that we knew,

And this regret I've got accustomed to,

Once it was so right,

When we were at our high,

Waiting for you in the hotel at night,

I knew I hadn't met my match,

But every moment we could snatch,

I don't know why I got so attached,

It's my responsibility,

And you don't owe nothing to me,

But to walk away I have no capacity

[Chorus:]

He walks away,

The sun goes down,

He takes the day but I'm grown,

And in your way, in this blue shade,

My tears dry on their own,

I don't understand,

Why do I stress A man,

When there's so many bigger things at hand,

We could a never had it all,

We had to hit a wall,

So this is inevitable withdrawal,

Even if I stop wanting you,

A Perspective pushes true,

I'll be some next man's other woman soon,

I shouldn't play myself again,

I should just be my own best friend,

Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men,

[Chorus]

So we are history,

Your shadow covers me

The sky above ablaze,

[Chorus]

I wish I could say no regrets,

And no emotional debts,

Cause as we kiss goodbye the sun sets

So we are history,

The shadow covers me,

The sky above ablaze that lonley lovers see,

[Chorus]

[x2:]

He walks away,

The sun goes down,

He takes the day but I'm grown,

And in your way,

In this deep shade

My tears dry