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Dear Mr. Fantasy Feelin┤ Alright John Balleycorn
Light up or leave me alone The low spark of high heeled boys (Sometimes I feel so) Uninspired
Dream Gerrard When the eagle flies Evening blue

Dear Mr. Fantasy

Dear Mr. Fantasy play us a tune,
Something to make us all feel happy.
Do anything to take (keep) us out of this gloom
Sing a song, play guitar, make us happy.
You are the one who makes us feel glad
By doin' that you break out in tears.
Please don't be sad to take up the straight life you had
We wouldn't have known you all these years.
Dear Mr. Fantasy play us a tune,
something to treat us happy.
Do anything to take (keep) us out of this gloom.


Feelin' Alright
(Mason)

Seems I've got to have a change of scene
'Cause every night I have the strangest dreams
Imprisoned by the way it could have been
Left here on my own or so it seems
I've got to leave before I start to scream
But someone's locked the door and took the key
You feelin' alright? I'm not feelin' too good myself
Well, you feelin' alright? I'm not feelin' too good myself
Well, say, you sure took me for one big ride
And even now I sit and wonder why
That when I think of you I start to cry
I just can't waste my time, I must keep dry
Gotta stop believin' in all you lies
'Cause there's too much to do before I die
Don't get too lost in all I say
Though at the time I really felt that way
But that was then, now it's today;
I can't get off so I'm here to stay
Till someone comes along and takes my place
With a different name and, yes, a different face

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The Low Spark of High-Heeled Boys
Winwood/Capaldi)

If you see something that looks like a star
And it's shooting up out of the ground
And your head is spinning from a loud guitar
And you just can't escape from the sound
Don't worry too much, it'll happen to you
We were children once, playing with toys
And the thing that you're hearing is only the sound of
The low spark of high-heeled boys
The percentage you're paying is too high priced
While you're living beyond all your means
And the man in the suit has just bought a new car
From the profit he's made on your dreams
But today you just read that the man was shot dead
By a gun that didn't make any noise
But it wasn't the bullet that laid him to rest was
The low spark of high-heeled boys
If you had just a minute to breathe
and they granted you one final wish
Would you ask for something like another chance?
Or something similar as this? Don't worry too much
It'll happen to you as sure as your sorrows are joys
And the thing that disturbs you is only the sound of
The low spark of high-heeled boys
If I gave you everything that I owned
and asked for nothing in return
Would you do the same for me as I would for you?
Or take me for a ride, and strip me of everything
including my pride
But spirit is something that no one destroys
And the sound that I'm hearing is only the sound
The low spark of high-heeled boys


When the Eagle Flies
(Winwood/Capaldi)

When the eagle flies you'd better watch your eyes
He's gonna sweep everything in his path
And when the heavens cry it's gonna drown the sky
And you'll get caught in the aftermath
When the mountains move it's no good trying
To prove that you've been doing everything you can
And don't you start to cry when you're about to die
You gotta stand up and take it like a man
Because you've been taking instead of giving
And all the while you've been living lies
Economics, all your atomics
Ain't gonna save you from that bird in the sky
And when the good times roll
wrapped up in your mink coat
You will be stepping from your Cadillac
You will be stepping from your Cadillac
And in a micro flash you're gonna feel the lash
Of big eagle's wing across your back
And when the seas subside
you'll see him glide right out of view
In clouds of snow the rains will come
And wash away the scum so
that all the little flowers can grow
There'll be no more taking, only giving
And the sun pouring down
No economics and no atomics
Just the spread of Mother Nature's gown
Do you hear me, Mother Nature? ...

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Evening Blue
(Winwood/Capaldi)

Sitting all alone by the fireside
Listen to the wind in the chimney top
Haven't slept for days, and I'm still wide eyed
Try not to think, but my mind won't stop
Evening shadows making my heart sing out
With the setting sun, turning leaves to brown
If I had a lover, who's heart was true
I wouldn't be alone in this evening blue
Everybody's looking for something in life
Not everyone's finds what they're looking for
Everybody wants a little happiness in life
But everyone can open the door
Morning wakens, making my heart sing out
Now that summer's here, changing fears and doubts

John Barleycorn
There were Three Men came out of the West,
Their fortunes for to try.
And these Three Men made a solemn Vow,
John Barleycorn must die.
They've plowed, They've sown, They've harrowed him in,
Thrown clods upon his head.
And these Three Men made a solemn Vow,
John Barleycorn was dead.
They've let him lie for a very long time,
'Til the rains from Heaven did fall.
And little Sir John sprung up his head,
And so amazed Them all.
They've let him stand 'til Midsummer's Day,
'Til he looked both pale and wan.
And little Sir John's grown a long, long beard,
And so become a man.
They've hired men with their scythes so sharp,
To cut him off at the knees.
They've rolled him and tied him by the waist,
Serving him most barb'rously.
They've hired men with their sharp pitchforks,
Who pricked him to the Heart.
And the Loader, he has served him worse than that,
For he's bound him to the cart.
They've wheeled him around and around a field,
'Til They came unto a barn.
And there They made a solemn Oath,
On poor John Barleycorn.
They've hired men with their crab-tree sticks,
To cord him skin from bone,.
And the Miller, he has served him worse than that,
For he's ground him between two stones.
And little Sir John and the nutbrown bowl,
And his brandy in the glass.
And little Sir John and the nutbrown bowl,
Proved the strongest man at last.
The Huntsman, he can't hunt the fox
Nor so loudly to blow his horn.
And the Tinker, he can't mend kettle nor pots,
Without a little barleycorn.
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Light Up or Leave me Alone
(Capaldi)
Sometimes I feel like I'm fading away,
Looking at me, I got nothin' to say.
Don't make me angry with the things games that you play,
Either light up or leave me alone.
Walk in my room, you lie on my bed,
Open your mouth, and shoot someone dead.
All of a sudden, you're inside my head,
Either light up or leave me alone.
Suspendin' my breath like a pull on the trees,
She's tryin' to tell me 'bout the birds and the bees,
The skirt that she's wearin' is way past her knees.
Either light up or leave me alone.
Up all night, preachin' your mind,
Come home in the morning with your latest find,
I'm gonna have to lay it to ya, honey, right on the line,
Either light up or leave me alone.
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(Sometimes I Feel So) Uninspired
(Winwood/Capaldi)
Sometimes I feel so uninspired
Sometimes I feel like giving up
Sometimes I feel so very tired
Sometimes I feel like I've had enough
Sometimes you feel like you've been hired
Sometimes you feel like you've been bought
Sometimes you feel like your room's been wired
Sometimes you feel like you've been caught
But don't let it get you down
There is no reason for not failing
You've got to smile and turn the other cheek
So today you might get up
But by tomorrow you'll be sailing
And you won't even hear these words I speak
Some people want to be so desired
Some people can't stand the light of day
Somebody's laughing while someone is crying
But for to want in the close of the day
But sometimes I feel like my head is spinning
I'm gonna cave with all I see
I don't know who's losing and I don't know who's winning
Our ship's in trouble following me

Dream Gerrard
Winwood/Capaldi)

And it's a fact, you are cold, they react, dream Gerrard
Hippos don't wear hats, lobsters shriek if provoked
On long blue ribbons
That he may see while he sleeps
Monsieur Old Neddy, he wears spectacles in bed
That he may see dreams more clearly
The night, it will be black, and white raven croaking
I am thirsty, die, they won't let it be
They think it should be done with reality
I scream from a skull. Fritz, bring your wigwam
They won't let it be
They think it should be done with reality, with reality
They won't let it be
They think it should be done with reality, with reality


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