1. Time has told me.
Time has told me, you're a rare, rare find, a troubled cure for a troubled mind, and time has told me, not to ask for more, someday our ocean will find its shore. So I`ll leave the ways that are making me be what I really don't want to be, leave the ways that are making me love what I really don't want to love.
Time has told me, you came with the dawn, a soul with no footprint, a rose with no thorn, your tears, they tell me, there's really no way of ending your troubles with things you can say, and time will tell you to stay by my side, to keep on trying 'til there's no more to hide. So leave the ways that are making you be what you really don't want to be, leave the ways that are making you love what you really don't want to love.
Time has told me, you're a rare, rare find, a troubled cure for a troubled mind, and time has told me not to ask for more, for some day our ocean will find its shore.
2. River man.
Betty came by on her way, said she had a word to say about things today and fallen leaves, said she hadn't heard the news, hadn't had the time to choose a way to lose, but she believes.
Going to see the river man, going to tell him all I can about the plan for lilac time, if he tells me all he knows about the way his river flows, and all night shows in summertime.
Betty said she prayed today for the sky to blow away, or maybe stay, she wasn't sure, for when she thought of summer rain calling for her mind again, she lost the pain and stayed for more.
Going to see the river man, going to tell him all I can about the ban on feeling free, if he tells me all he knows about the way his river flows, I don't suppose it's meant for me. Oh, how they come and go, oh, how they come and go.
3. Three hours.
Three hours from sundown, Jeremy flies hoping to keep the sun from his eyes. East from the city and down to the cave, in search of a master, in search of a slave.
Three hours from London, Jacomo's free, taking his woes down to the sea, in search of a lifetime to tell when he's home, in search of a story that's never been known.
Three hours from speaking, everyone's flown, not wanting to be, seen on their own, three hours is needed to leave from them all, three hours to wonder and three hours to fall.
Three hours from sundown, Jeremy flies hoping to keep the sun from his eyes. East from the city and down to the cave, in search of a master, in search of a slave.
4. Way to blue.
Don't you have a word to show what may be done, have you never heard a way to find the sun, tell me all that you may know, show me what you have to show, won't you come and say, if you know the way to blue.
Have you seen the land living by the breeze, can you understand a light among the trees, tell me all that you may know, show me what you have to show, tell us all today, if you know the way to blue.
Look through time and find your rhyme, tell us what you find, we will wait at your gate, hoping like the blind.
Can you now recall all that you have known, will you never fall, when the light has flown? Tell me all that you may know, show me what you have to show, won't you come and say, if you know the way to blue?
5. Day is done.
When the day is done, down to earth then sinks the sun, along with everything that was lost and won, when the day is done. When the day is done, hope so much your race will be all run, then you find you jumped the gun, have to go back where you began, when the day is done.
When the night is cold, some get by but some get old, just to show life's not made of gold, when the night is cold. When the bird has flown, got no-one to call your own, got no place to call your home, when the bird has flown.
When the game's been fought, you speed the ball across the court, lost much sooner than you would have thought, now the game's been fought. When the party's through, seems so very sad for you, didn't do the things you meant to do, now there's no time to start anew, now the party's through.
When the day is done, down to earth then sinks the sun, along with everything that was lost and won, when the day is done.
6. Cello song.
Strange face, with your eyes so pale and sincere, underneath you know well you have nothing to fear, for the dreams that came to you when so young, told of a life where spring is sprung.
You would seem so frail in the cold of the night, when the armies of emotion go out to fight, but while the earth sinks to its grave you sail to the sky on the crest of a wave.
So forget this cruel world where I belong, I'll just sit and wait, and sing my song, and if one day you should see me in the crowd lend a hand and lift me to your place in the cloud.
7. The thoughts of Mary Jane.
Who can know the thoughts of Mary Jane, why she flies or goes out in the rain, where she's been and who she's seen in her journey to the stars.
Who can know the reasons for her smile, what are her dreams when they've journeyed for a mile, the way she sings and her brightly colored rings, make her the princess of the sky.
Who can know what happens in her mind, did she come from a strange world and leave her mind behind, her long lost sighs and her brightly colored eyes tell her story to the wind.
Who can know the thoughts of Mary Jane, why she flies or goes out in the rain, where she's been and who she's seen in her journey to the stars.
8. Man in a shed.
Well there was a man who lived in a shed, spent most of his days out of his head, for his shed was rotten let in the rain, said it was enough to drive any man insane, when it rained he felt so bad, when it snowed he felt just simply sad.
Well there was a girl who lived nearby, whenever he saw her he could only simply sigh, but she lived in a house so very big and grand, for him it seemed like some very distant land, so when he called her his shed to mend, she said, I'm sorry you'll just have to find a friend.
Well this story is not so very new but the man is me, yes and the girl is you, so leave your house come into my shed, please stop my world from raining through my head, please don't think I'm not your sort, you'll find that sheds are nicer than you thought.
9. Fruit tree.
Fame is but a fruit tree, so very unsound, it can never flourish till its stalk is in the ground, so men of fame can never find a way till time has flown far from their dying day. Forgotten while you're here, remembered for a while, a much updated ruin from a much outdated style.
Life is but a memory, happened long ago, theatre full of sadness for a long forgotten show, seems so easy just to let it go on by till you stop and wonder why you never wondered why.
Safe in the womb of an everlasting night, you find the darkness can give the brightest light, safe in your place deep in the earth, that's when they'll know what you were really worth. Forgotten while you're here, remembered for a while, a much updated ruin from a much outdated style.
Fame is but a fruit tree, so very unsound, it can never flourish till its stalk is in the ground, so men of fame can never find a way till time has flown far from their dying day.
Fruit tree, fruit tree, no-one knows you but the rain and the air, don't you worry, they'll stand and stare when you're gone, fruit tree, fruit tree, open your eyes to another year, they'll all know that you were here when you're gone.
10. Saturday sun.
Saturday sun came early one morning in a sky so clear and blue, Saturday sun came without warning so no-one knew what to do. Saturday sun brought people and faces that didn't seem much in their day, but when I remember those people and places, they were really too good in their way. In their way, in their way, Saturday sun won't come and see me today.
Think about stories with reason and rhyme, circling through your brain, and think about people in their season and time, returning again and again. And again, and again, and Saturday's sun has turned to Sunday's rain. So Sunday sat in the Saturday sun and wept for a day gone by.
Time has told me, you're a rare, rare find, a troubled cure for a troubled mind, and time has told me, not to ask for more, someday our ocean will find its shore. So I`ll leave the ways that are making me be what I really don't want to be, leave the ways that are making me love what I really don't want to love.
Time has told me, you came with the dawn, a soul with no footprint, a rose with no thorn, your tears, they tell me, there's really no way of ending your troubles with things you can say, and time will tell you to stay by my side, to keep on trying 'til there's no more to hide. So leave the ways that are making you be what you really don't want to be, leave the ways that are making you love what you really don't want to love.
Time has told me, you're a rare, rare find, a troubled cure for a troubled mind, and time has told me not to ask for more, for some day our ocean will find its shore.
2. River man.
Betty came by on her way, said she had a word to say about things today and fallen leaves, said she hadn't heard the news, hadn't had the time to choose a way to lose, but she believes.
Going to see the river man, going to tell him all I can about the plan for lilac time, if he tells me all he knows about the way his river flows, and all night shows in summertime.
Betty said she prayed today for the sky to blow away, or maybe stay, she wasn't sure, for when she thought of summer rain calling for her mind again, she lost the pain and stayed for more.
Going to see the river man, going to tell him all I can about the ban on feeling free, if he tells me all he knows about the way his river flows, I don't suppose it's meant for me. Oh, how they come and go, oh, how they come and go.
3. Three hours.
Three hours from sundown, Jeremy flies hoping to keep the sun from his eyes. East from the city and down to the cave, in search of a master, in search of a slave.
Three hours from London, Jacomo's free, taking his woes down to the sea, in search of a lifetime to tell when he's home, in search of a story that's never been known.
Three hours from speaking, everyone's flown, not wanting to be, seen on their own, three hours is needed to leave from them all, three hours to wonder and three hours to fall.
Three hours from sundown, Jeremy flies hoping to keep the sun from his eyes. East from the city and down to the cave, in search of a master, in search of a slave.
4. Way to blue.
Don't you have a word to show what may be done, have you never heard a way to find the sun, tell me all that you may know, show me what you have to show, won't you come and say, if you know the way to blue.
Have you seen the land living by the breeze, can you understand a light among the trees, tell me all that you may know, show me what you have to show, tell us all today, if you know the way to blue.
Look through time and find your rhyme, tell us what you find, we will wait at your gate, hoping like the blind.
Can you now recall all that you have known, will you never fall, when the light has flown? Tell me all that you may know, show me what you have to show, won't you come and say, if you know the way to blue?
5. Day is done.
When the day is done, down to earth then sinks the sun, along with everything that was lost and won, when the day is done. When the day is done, hope so much your race will be all run, then you find you jumped the gun, have to go back where you began, when the day is done.
When the night is cold, some get by but some get old, just to show life's not made of gold, when the night is cold. When the bird has flown, got no-one to call your own, got no place to call your home, when the bird has flown.
When the game's been fought, you speed the ball across the court, lost much sooner than you would have thought, now the game's been fought. When the party's through, seems so very sad for you, didn't do the things you meant to do, now there's no time to start anew, now the party's through.
When the day is done, down to earth then sinks the sun, along with everything that was lost and won, when the day is done.
6. Cello song.
Strange face, with your eyes so pale and sincere, underneath you know well you have nothing to fear, for the dreams that came to you when so young, told of a life where spring is sprung.
You would seem so frail in the cold of the night, when the armies of emotion go out to fight, but while the earth sinks to its grave you sail to the sky on the crest of a wave.
So forget this cruel world where I belong, I'll just sit and wait, and sing my song, and if one day you should see me in the crowd lend a hand and lift me to your place in the cloud.
7. The thoughts of Mary Jane.
Who can know the thoughts of Mary Jane, why she flies or goes out in the rain, where she's been and who she's seen in her journey to the stars.
Who can know the reasons for her smile, what are her dreams when they've journeyed for a mile, the way she sings and her brightly colored rings, make her the princess of the sky.
Who can know what happens in her mind, did she come from a strange world and leave her mind behind, her long lost sighs and her brightly colored eyes tell her story to the wind.
Who can know the thoughts of Mary Jane, why she flies or goes out in the rain, where she's been and who she's seen in her journey to the stars.
8. Man in a shed.
Well there was a man who lived in a shed, spent most of his days out of his head, for his shed was rotten let in the rain, said it was enough to drive any man insane, when it rained he felt so bad, when it snowed he felt just simply sad.
Well there was a girl who lived nearby, whenever he saw her he could only simply sigh, but she lived in a house so very big and grand, for him it seemed like some very distant land, so when he called her his shed to mend, she said, I'm sorry you'll just have to find a friend.
Well this story is not so very new but the man is me, yes and the girl is you, so leave your house come into my shed, please stop my world from raining through my head, please don't think I'm not your sort, you'll find that sheds are nicer than you thought.
9. Fruit tree.
Fame is but a fruit tree, so very unsound, it can never flourish till its stalk is in the ground, so men of fame can never find a way till time has flown far from their dying day. Forgotten while you're here, remembered for a while, a much updated ruin from a much outdated style.
Life is but a memory, happened long ago, theatre full of sadness for a long forgotten show, seems so easy just to let it go on by till you stop and wonder why you never wondered why.
Safe in the womb of an everlasting night, you find the darkness can give the brightest light, safe in your place deep in the earth, that's when they'll know what you were really worth. Forgotten while you're here, remembered for a while, a much updated ruin from a much outdated style.
Fame is but a fruit tree, so very unsound, it can never flourish till its stalk is in the ground, so men of fame can never find a way till time has flown far from their dying day.
Fruit tree, fruit tree, no-one knows you but the rain and the air, don't you worry, they'll stand and stare when you're gone, fruit tree, fruit tree, open your eyes to another year, they'll all know that you were here when you're gone.
10. Saturday sun.
Saturday sun came early one morning in a sky so clear and blue, Saturday sun came without warning so no-one knew what to do. Saturday sun brought people and faces that didn't seem much in their day, but when I remember those people and places, they were really too good in their way. In their way, in their way, Saturday sun won't come and see me today.
Think about stories with reason and rhyme, circling through your brain, and think about people in their season and time, returning again and again. And again, and again, and Saturday's sun has turned to Sunday's rain. So Sunday sat in the Saturday sun and wept for a day gone by.
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Año: 1969.
Procedencia de la banda: Berkshire, Inglaterra.
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Año: 1969.
Procedencia de la banda: Berkshire, Inglaterra.
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