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Theme to Regency Cafe
00:53
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2. |
Not Pretending
02:49
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I would fell a hundred trees,
Just to have you darling please,
Tell me you will wait all the while,
That I’m out here on my knees,
In this stubborn Southern heat,
With my songs,
Of broken valentines,
For it’s the only thing I know,
That makes any common sense,
To feel them rolling wheels,
Spin the needle without a thread,
But now I’m blue,
Because I’m not pretending
So if you tell me I am yours,
Before I steal without a cause,
I can reveal,
The will of a better man,
Than the one you first embraced,
Full of worries on his face,
Incapable of paying what he owes,
And there ain’t no one as blinkered,
Or set in silly ways,
Prepared to shoot the witness,
Who saw him through the haze,
Swearing blue,
That he’s not pretending
And I would plough a thousand fields,
To have the heavens yield me a way,
To keep you from the dark,
For I know its always in me,
The wolf asleep with one eye shut,
The other gazing to the gallows,
In the distance in the rough,
Swearing blue,
That he’s not pretending
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3. |
Tom Trouble
03:04
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Well my name it is Tom Trouble,
Welcome to the show,
If there’s a long way round I’ll take it,
I’ve done gone buried my time,
But if you let me run to the one I’ve won,
Then I can dare to dream,
Of olden times,
Flowing wine,
Washing all over me
I had me a fancy,
That fortune would come to me,
Fortune like a river,
Rushing to set me free,
But on the day I’d reach the ocean,
All head to toe in gold,
I’ll be damned,
I’d be drowned,
A prisoner of the world
You can call me lucky,
Married to a life of sin,
Forty odd years of trauma,
It’ll form you a flaky skin,
Lots of itching,
Lots of scratching,
No let up in all this acting,
But I’m still here with all my fears,
Keeping me company
He said morning son I’m Billy,
Like the father I never had,
He said he was all seeing,
The only thing he saw through was me,
Said its plain as a spade for me to call,
That the joker is your card,
And you’re all wound up like an eight day clock,
With a hump full of vitriol
Yes my name it is Tom Trouble,
With a double capital T,
If there’s a long way round I’ll take it,
I’ve done gone buried my time,
But if you lay me down,
With the one I’ve found,
Then I can dare to dream,
Of olden times,
Flowing wine,
Washing all over me
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4. |
Rosanna
02:54
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Rosanna Rosanna,
Took me by surprise,
In chains she has bound me,
Locks I can’t untie,
Oh free me oh free me,
Before you leave my side,
In thorns while the daylight,
Runs a thousand miles
My love was forsaken,
The lavender has died,
I hope I have shaken,
The wheel from my eye,
Who rolled me,
So boldly,
Down to where I lay,
In thorns while I serenade,
The moon under the shade
My bones oh my bones have,
Bowed into an ark,
That sail me and my foes,
To a darker land,
Oh sit me up straight and,
Let me iron out,
Those clouds that are gathering,
Upon my furrowed brow
Rosanna Rosanna,
Take me by surprise,
In chains come now bound me,
Locks I can’t untie,
Don’t free me don’t free me,
Before you leave my side,
In thorns while the daylight,
Runs a thousand miles
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5. |
The Bee Back to The Hive
02:50
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No man can ever cage me,
You hear me buzzing far and wide,
No man can ever cage me,
You hear me buzzing far and wide,
But when you holler with your honey,
You bring this bee back to the hive
From the canyon to the mountain,
Seabed to the sky,
I had no keeper,
Nor commandment on this land,
From the canyon to the mountain,
I had my way with every flower,
But when you stung me in the heart,
I fell right under all your power
I been dropping all my poison,
On whoever crosses my path,
But for you I’ll keep it covered up,
And hidden deep inside
No Sherlock or Columbo,
Gonna find me ever out,
No Sherlock or Columbo,
Gonna find me ever out,
But when you look me up and down,
There ain’t a heartbeat I could hide
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6. |
33
03:31
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There’s a whole lot of hullabaloo,
Hanging over me like an I.O.U,
Every new day is like a game of guess who,
If you live your like that,
It goes by so very fast
Oh Thirty Three,
Didn’t mean to get here quite as quickly as I did,
Didn’t do the things you’re supposed to do when you’re a kid,
Too busy seeking out the treasure that they hid
And I’m a bitter old twisted fool,
That’s the only thing they teach you to be at school,
I know that you don’t have time for all of that bull,
You’re a one woman army,
There ain’t nothing that can harm you
Oh Thirty Three,
Didn’t mean to get here quite as quickly as I did,
Didn’t do the things you’re supposed to do when you’re a kid,
Too busy seeking out the treasure that they hid
Oh love of mine,
You are the greatest height my heart has tried to climb,
From the dusty depths of many a darkened night,
I would gird up my loins just to bathe in your morning light
I got a taste for the aviation,
And a thirst for the sea below,
Spend my hours waiting for the sunrise,
Just to wish it back down to the ground
Oh Thirty Three,
Didn’t mean to get here quite as quickly as I did,
Didn’t do the things you’re supposed to do when you’re a kid,
Too busy seeking out the treasure that they hid
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7. |
Born & Bred
03:17
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Take me home to my baby’s arms,
Take me home oh take me home,
I am tired of running wild,
Take me home oh take me home,
I been wrong with a broken will,
You my girl are the sweetest pill,
Now I’m bound where my heart was found,
London Town oh London Town
I took off in an awful rush,
A wanted man I was out of touch,
The western shore of America,
Drank me down to be eaten up,
By warmer climes,
Darker dreams,
Through Mississippi and New Orleans,
I saw it all just to see if I,
Could learn to love and not to hide
And when I held you,
There weren’t nothing you could do
Born and bred in a deck of cards,
No diamond ace or queen of hearts,
Now my number is being drawn,
Can I become a king you call,
To bring you fire on the coldest night,
Paint it red when you fade to white,
I’d leave it all just to know that you,
Would be the place I’m running to
And when you held me,
Oh I never felt so free
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8. |
Cannon & Ball
03:04
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Oh sister tell me do you still remember,
Your long lost brother Tom he’s coming home,
Well he looks a little worse for wear,
Some say he’s beyond repair,
And that he sold his soul to the open road,
And the sound of the cannon & ball
Oh fix me up a feast before I see tomorrow at least,
I’ll tell you all about them bad old days,
My mother I never knew,
And my father,
I wouldn’t have a clue,
From the day I could call out their names then all,
I could hear was the cannon & ball
I been struggling with my religion,
Skipping every day in school,
I’m gonna roll up my cuffs,
Start strutting my stuff,
Lets have a little song & dance,
I’m gonna play me a shaky rhythm,
Hit ‘em with an aching heart,
Count four to the floor,
Because we’re going to war,
With the sound of the cannon & ball
Oh brother brother brother,
How wrong can you be,
You’ve got a trail of ghosts,
From coast to coast,
Telling you you gotta come clean,
There’s no doubt about it,
You’re on borrowed time,
If you could play it again,
Would you play it the same,
Or would you run from the cannon & ball
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9. |
Denim Eyes
04:16
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It’s a mucky operation,
Living in a piggy pen,
I’d sooner that than ending up,
In another lion’s den,
There’s nowhere here to hide,
And you’re a coward if you run,
Melancholy women,
In the bosom of the rain,
Trading looks of leisure,
When inside there’s toil and pain,
I wonder where they’re headed,
Or if they ponder on the day,
That they went ahead and left behind,
Their grip on place and time
Her beauty is accomplished,
It won’t fade as fashions do,
She keeps it hid within her sleep,
It’s found in but a few,
I awoke it in the morning,
And now I cannot bow to bed,
Without what I left behind,
From another place and time
Oh denim eyes,
Oh denim eyes,
You’ll go far if you have those denim eyes,
On your blind side
A letter on the table,
Saying when you coming home,
I could not wait another day,
With the lions on my own.
There’s nowhere here to hide,
Only a coward would not run,
For something that they left behind,
From another place and time
Oh denim eyes,
Oh denim eyes,
You’ll go far if you have those denim eyes,
On your blind side
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10. |
Kill Me with Kindness
03:07
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My babe,
Sweeter than most,
Forgive me I really don’t want to boast,
But she’ll kill me,
She’ll kill me with kindness,
I been about,
There ain’t any doubt,
I done the rounds but I finally found,
Someone to kill me,
Kill me with kindness
Oh darling please,
Let me surrender down on my knees,
Then kill me,
Kill me please,
Kill me with kindness
My pistol,
Gone from my drawer,
My fate awaits me,
I hear her call yeah she’ll kill me,
She’ll kill me with kindness,
Sure enough,
Shot in the night,
Boom click yes,
Out like a light,
Yeah she killed me,
She killed me with kindness
Oh darling please,
Let me surrender down on my knees,
Then kill me,
Kill me please,
Kill me with kindness
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11. |
Theme Reprise
00:55
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12. |
Regency Cafe
02:47
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Meet me at the Regency Cafe,
I’ll treat you to some tea put it on the slate,
But sir I regret now to inform,
What you owe is quite above the norm,
Oh meet me at the Regency Cafe
I’m stalling hoping one day I’ll get paid,
High balling with the Pimlico parade,
And I’m calling to ask a favour off of you,
Because if you didn’t know,
You owe me quite a few,
Oh meet me at the Regency Cafe
Playing chess on the tiles that line the walls,
Rocky Marciano eleven rounds we’ll go,
But he beat the brains out of me with all his brawn,
And I didn’t have the stomach to go on,
I was defeated at the Regency Cafe
So meet me at the Regency Cafe,
Bring a shovel and a rope for our escape,
We’ll tunnel through the Thames in double time,
Across the oceans,
Over mountains we shall climb,
Oh meet me at the Regency Cafe,
Oh meet me at the Regency Cafe
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