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5 Years Old

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(Tony Colman/Chriss Goss) I'm going home, don't want to play You're all much older than me And I'm too young to stay Been up too long, it's getting dark You were supposed to look after me Instead, you left me on my own Looking for my father Looking for my mother But then I realise I'm twenty-five years old I'll take you home, put you to bed You're so much younger than me Rest your little head We've been too far We learned too much We sailed the seven seas today And felt the magic touch I'm looking in the mirror, I feel important and wise But then I realise, I'm only five years old Hueller

Middle Age Crazy

JERRY LEE LEWIS "Country Memories"
Today he traded his big 98 Oldsmobile He got a heck of a deal On a new Porsche car He ain't wearing his usual grey business suit He's got jeans and high boots With an embroidered star An today he's forty years old going on twenty Don't look for the grey in his hair 'Cause he ain't got any He's got a young thing beside him That just melts in his hand He's middle aged crazy Trying to prove he still can He's gotta a woman he's loved for a long long time at home Ah but the thrill is all gone When they cut down the lights They've got a business that they spent a while coming by Been a long uphill climb But now the profits are high But today he's forty years old going on twenty And he hears of sordid affairs and he ain't had any And the young thing beside him You know she understands That he's middle aged crazy Trying to prove he still can

Thick As A Brick (Part 1)

JETHRO TULL "Thick As A Brick"
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 how 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.

No Time To Cry

JOE NICHOLS "Revelation"
My father died A year ago today The rooster started crowing When they carried dad away There beside my mother In the livingroom i stood With my brother and my sister knowin' Dad was gone for good Then I, I hung around just long enough To lay him in the ground Then i caught a plane to do a show Up north in Detroit Town Because I'm older now And i ain't got not time to cry I got no time to look back I got no time to see The pieces of my heart that have been ripped away from me And if the feelings start to come in I've learned to stop them fast 'Cause i don't know if i let em go they might not wanna pass And there's just so many people Tryin' to get me on the phone And there's bills to pay and songs to play and a house to make a home I guess i'm older now And i ain't got no time to cry I can still rmemeber Before I heard of Merle So many things have changed So much here in my world I remember sitting on the front porch When an ambulance drove by Listening to those sirens i would break down and cry now i'm walkin' and i'm talkin' doing just what i'm supposed to do working overtime to make sure i don't come unglued Because i'm older now...and i ain't got no time to cry i sit down on the sofa and i watch the evening news there's a half-a-dozen tragedies from which to pick and choose the baby that was missing was found in a ditch today and there's bombs flying and people dying not so far away i'll take a beer from the fridgerator and sit in the yard with a cold one in my hand i'm gonna bit down and swallow hard Because i'm older now and i ain't got no time to cry It's true i'm older now just ain't got no time to cry no time to cry no time to cry

The Entertainer

BILLY JOEL "Streetlife Serenade"
I am the entertainer And I know just where I stand Another serenader And another long-haired band Today I am your champion I may have won your hearts But I know the game, you'll forget my name And I won't be here in another year If I don't stay on the charts I am the entertainer And I've had to pay my price The things I did not know at first I learned by doin' twice Ah, but still they come to haunt me Still they want their say So I've learned to dance with a hand in my pants I let 'em rub my neck and I write 'em a check And they go their merry way I am the entertainer Been all around the world I've played all kinds of palaces And laid all kinds of girls I can't remember faces I don't remember names Ah, but what the hell You know it's just as well 'Cause after a while and a thousand miles It all becomes the same I am the entertainer I bring to you my songs I'd like to spend a day or two I can't stay that long No, I've got to meet expenses I got to stay in line Gotta get those fees to the agencies And I'd love to stay but there's bills to pay So I just don't have the time I am the entertainer I come to do my show You've heard my latest record It's been on the radio Ah, it took me years to write it They were the best years of my life It was a beautiful song But it ran too long If you're gonna have a hit You gotta make it fit So they cut it down to 3:05 I am the entertainer The idol of my age I make all kinds of money When I go on the stage Ah, you've seen me in the papers I've been in the magazines But if I go cold I won't get sold I'll get put in the back in the discount rack Like another can of beans I am the entertainer And I know just where I stand Another serenader And another long-haired band Today I am your champion I may have won your hearts But I know the game, you'll forget my name I won't be here in another year If I don't stay on the charts

Old Admirals

AL STEWART "Past, Present & Future"
I can well recall the first time I ever put to sea, It was on the old "Calcutta" in eighteen fifty-three. I was just a lad of fourteen years, a midshipman to be To make my way in sailing ships of the Royal Navy. By the time that I was twenty-one I'd sailed the world around, Weathered storms in the China seas with the hatches battened down, And made my way by starlight off the coast of Newfoundland And dined on beer and herrings while the waves blew all around. I live in retirement now and through my window comes the sound Of seagulls and sets my mind remembering. The evening stars like memories sail far beyond the distant trees Way out across the open seas I hear them sing. Oh, the wooden ships they turned to iron and the iron ships to steel And shed their sails like autumn leaves with the turning of the wheel And I was given Captain's rank, and soon took under me the proudest ship that ever sailed for Queen and country. Ah, the old queen she passed away with the newborn century And I received my calling up to the admiralty. The sands ran through the hourglass each day more rapidly As we watched the growing of the fleets of High Germany. So at last the Great War blazed I waited with the passing days a call to arms that never came, writing letters. "I may be old now in your eyes, but all my years have made me wise, You don't see where the danger lies, oh call me back, call me back..." But the war, it ran its course they could find no use for me And I live in the country now, grandchildren on my knee And sometimes think in all this world the saddest thing to be Old admirals who feel the wind and never put to sea. Now just like you, I've sailed my dreams like ships across the sea And some of them they've come on rocks and some faced mutiny And when they're sunken one by one I'll join that company - Old admirals who feel the wind, and never put to sea.

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