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Like You Do
02:42
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Trees are green, or so they seem;
Skies are blue, it’s what they do,
Roads are grey, they fade away
Like you do.
Days are long, but I drive on;
In a bridge or two I’ll be over you;
Some starry night I‘ll see the light
Right through you.
Chorus:
I’m heading over the range, down to the plain
I’ll find a bus or a boat or a train
To take me some place where nobody knows me
Like you do
Nights are black, and there’s no turning back
Come the dawn I’ll be long gone
I’ve time to kill and I won’t stand still
Like you do.
I’m heading over the hills, down to the sea
There’ll be a job just waiting for me
And people who like to do things that I like, not like you do.
Nights are still black, and there’s still no turning back
Come the dawn I’ll be good and strong
It might take a while to find my style
I stuff up I’ll just knock back the cup
There’ll be no commotion as I drink the potion
That is my special brew.
I’ll finally learn to face [life on my own terms (you got it -)
Like you do.
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2. |
Dreams of Handsome Men
02:25
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I have dreams of handsome men,
Behind my eyes, beneath my pen.
Each one wise enough to know
That dreaming is the only way to go.
So I take them to places in my heart
Places where I dare not go alone
And only when their handsome faces fall apart
Can I return to find my fears have gone.
And I am wise beyond my fears
After wine, amongst my peers.
Courage in another's strife is much more
Potent, and less lonely when it's dutch.
I'm giving up the blues
What have I got to lose but my heart.
Drop my guard, let music take control -
It would be a start.
I've been told I'll never have
A love to match the love I give.
If I thought that were so,
I'd settle here and now
For any love that's going, anyhow.
But I have dreams of handsome men
Behind my eyes, beneath my pen.
Each one wise enough to know
That dreaming is the only
(Don't you tell me I'm lonely)
Dreaming is the only way to go.
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Do you see me? Am I really here?
Can you hear me? Could I be more clear?
If you [touched me, would I survive?
How can I thrive when my skin is so alive?
Could you want me? What a question’s that?
Would you haunt me if I turned my back?
Hoping, dreading, longing for the chance
To find out what the books mean
When they speak of romance.
When will it be my turn to dance the night away
With a boy who isn’t pimply – a boy who isn’t gay?
I want a boy, but not any boy will do.
It must be a boy who looks – like…
You don’t see me. I’m not really here.
I can’t hear you – my ears are full of fear.
You are walking up to me – to ask me for the name
Of the girl who stands and twirls into your
arms and I will prove again that
I am the greatest giver-upper in the world
When it comes to resignation,
I claim the designation.
I’ve given up on diets, I’ve given up on men
I’ve even given up on myself - now and then.
I’ve given up on sport, the other kids were just too rough
I’ve given up on ballet, my legs just weren’t long enough
I gave up on piano, when they took my prize away
And I gave up tap dancing, couldn’t make it pay.
Oh yes, I am the greatest giver-upper in the world
If there’s defeat around,
I’ll take it, lying down.
Of losers I’m the queen, I’m the best that’s ever been
And if you don’t believe me, I will show you what I mean…
I’ve given up on yoga, couldn’t hold a pose for long
I gave up doing weights – my muscles don’t like being strong!
When jogging was in fashion, my knees couldn’t take the strain
And I gave up bike riding, falling off caused too much pain.
Oh yes, I am the greatest giver-upper in the world
My failure rate’s so high, eagles cheer as it flies by
And I don’t know how to Stop
Being such a stunning Flop
So I guess I’ll keep on giving up until the day I drop.
I gave up writing plays – no one wants to see ‘em
My characters are so far-fetched, no one want to be ‘em
I gave up singing opera – my high notes would crack your spe-e-e-e-ecs!
And I gave up singing jazz coz my low notes were too sexy…
Oh yes, I am the greatest giver-upper in the world
If there’s defeat around,
I’ll take it, lying down.
Of losers I’m the queen, I’m the best that’s ever been
And if you don’t believe me, I will show you what I mean –
Except I’ve given that up too.
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4. |
I Wish I Were Adopted
03:35
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I wish I were adopted almost every day
Then my real live mother, would
come 'n' take me away
She love me and she'd care for me,
she'd read to me each night
She'd let me sleep till lunchtime and
she'd never turn out the light.
CHORUS:
Oh, I'm telling you, something's very wrong
I shouldn't be here, I do not belong.
This family is really weird,
they kidnapped me at birth
Coz I'm the child of the totally wild
Queen of Middle Earth.
I'm sure I was adopted, I heard my mother say
She never wanted children, they just get in the way.
She tries to lie and tell me that "I'm so glad I have you"
She's such a clever actress but I know it's not true
I know I was adopted, I feel it in my bones
My mother really hates me, She never leaves me alone
She talks to all my teachers And she believes it's true
That homework and broccoli Are really good for you.
CHORUS
I feel that I’m adopted, almost all the time
I think I'll have to run away, it would be sublime
To find my proper mother, who'd always let me play
With water, and with matches and in the drive-way!
I'm sure that I'm adopted, It has to be the truth
My fake mum's really ruthless,
While I'm just FULL of ruth
My real mum's on her way here,
I'm sure it won't be long
In fact, she's coming through that door
Before I finish this song [PAUSE]
Oh, I'm telling you, something's very wrong
I shouldn't be here, I do not belong.
This family is really weird, they kidnapped me at birth
Coz I'm the fairest,
long lost dearest
Sweet and lovely
Cute and cuddly
I’m the child of the totally wild
Queen of Middle Earth.
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5. |
Fairy Bessie's Rap
03:24
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They said I was too old to play the Fairy Queen
Which heralded the end of my Midsummer’s Dream-ing…
But I staggered on, to spite them for a time,
Playing Fairies in the Christmas Panto mime.
I loved the sequined frocks, not so much the stiletto heels,
Or the poison-belching fog machine,
The trap door that shot you on stage between
The lover’s tryst and the comics’ routine
And I loved the Act Three reveals.
And I’d do it again in a heartbeat
I’d dress up and make up and start leap
-ing around and around and around and around
Until I get dizzy and then fall down
And let’s face it, no-one wants an ancient fairy
At least not the kind I could play.
What with senility impending,
Knees and hips in need of mending
I should get with the times
And put all my rhymes
To good use, in the most modern way.
Coz it’s all rap now, isn’t it? Well, how hard can it be?
No-one wants an ancient fairy
Not even if she's really hairy
'Coz that would just be scary
And even contrary -
'Coz a fairy with a beard -
Well that's just weird.
It isn't cute to be hirsute
That is not an attribute
That I would recommend
To a friend
On Facebook.
Like the Wily Wizard
Who's still on my casebook...
Yes no-one wants a fairy that's oldie
'Coz she will just be mouldy and coldie,
And her joints will ache,
And she'll maybe break
Her hip, and that's not hip
No, 'coz it's a rule
That fairies should be cool
No twerky, like Mylie
But querky, more like Kylie
(She might be getting on,
But she's no turkey!).
So a fairy doesn't need to be flex
She don't need a reason.
She can still want sex
She don't need a reason.
'Coz she still got magic,
No, she ain't tragic.
She still got magic,
She don't need gadgets
Or even Plantagenets
To Fly Around the World!
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6. |
To My Mother
02:08
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When I was young I wondered why
You hid yourself from me
I tried to find the woman
Your friends thought you to be
They’d tell me how you made them laugh,
And they made you laugh too
I thought they must be kidding,
It didn’t sound like you.
To me you seemed remote and cool,
You never cared to touch.
So when I went away to school
I didn’t mind so much.
You let me go so easily, and
I thought “I don’t mind”
Why should I? It’s just another
Place I leave behind.
So I left home determined
To never be like you
I’d laugh and play with my kids,
I’d kiss and hug them too
I found myself repeating things
That you had said to me
I tried to say them kindly,
I tried to let them be
The best that they can be
Not stunted, the way I seemed to be.
And then at last I grew up and found
I could let you go
I’m proud to be the woman
That you have come to know
I found that I could make you laugh,
And you made me laugh too
You took the time to find me, and
I’m - glad - I - found - you.
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Flloyd with 2 Ells Liverpool, UK
Singer-songwriter and performance poet, Aussie-born Flloyd lives in Liverpool UK, and teaches voice/accent/accent and public speaking skills online.
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