TOWARDS THE SKIES
Ah ah... Towards the skies
Ah ah... Towards the skies
Turn your face to the wall
That's where I'll be
In the crack of the paint
My eyes you'll see
Locked away in my mind
I must be free
Reason with myself I find
Life is treating me unkind
Ah ah... Towards the skies
Ah ah... Towards the skies
Run the fields of green
And touch the ground
Zipping on my ears
To hear a sound
Picking things to see
Up from the ground
Reason with myself I find
Life is treating me unkind
Turn your face to the wall
That's where I'll be
In the crack of the paint
My eyes you'll see
Locked away in my mind
I must be free
Reason with myself I find
Life is treating me unkind
"The organist of The Gods is Ken Hensley"
CANDLES GETTING SHORTER
And the candle's getting shorter
And the flame has nearly gone
You didn't love me like you
Ought to have done
Why do I, why do I keep on crying
Why do I, why do I keep on crying
How long will the sadness last
Will it be too long before it's past
How I’ve been so hopelessly out class
Since our love died
I've cried and cried and I cried
Since our love died
I've cried and cried and I cried
It doesn't really matter
If I wake one day and find
You didn't want to stay
My heart will just go on pretending
That I didn't love or
Want you anyway, no
And the candle's getting shorter
And the flame has nearly gone
You didn't love me like you
Ought to have done
Why do I, why do I keep on crying
Why do I, why do I keep on crying
How long will the sadness last
Will it be too long before it's past
How I’ve been so hopelessly out class
Since our love died
I've cried and cried and I cried
Since our love died
I've cried and cried and I cried
It doesn't really matter
If I wake one day and find
You didn't want to stay
My heart will just go on pretending, yes it will
That I didn't love or
Want you anyway, no
And the candle's getting shorter
And the flame has nearly gone
You didn't love me like you
Ought to have done
And the candle's getting shorter
And the flame has nearly gone
You didn't love me like you
Ought to have done
"The lead guitarist of The Gods is Joe Konas"
YOU'RE MY LIFE
You're my life, you're my heart
In my dreams you play a part
When I wake everyday
I think of words that you say
I'll never find a girl
Sweeter in this world
I've gotta find a way
The thing to you I say
You’re my blood in my veins
You're my life, you'll never change
You're my life, you're my heart
In my dreams you play a part
You're my life (I’ll never find a girl)
You're my heart (Sweeter in this world)
You're my life (Gotta find a way)
You're my heart (The thing to you I say)
"The drummer in The Gods is Lee Kerslake"
LOOKING GLASS
When she looks in
The looking glass on the wall
She can see she’s
The fairest of them all
Makes me do anything
Has me on a string
And there isn’t anything I can do
La la la la la la ...
She’s there on a place
No-one else above
There’s no chance of her loving me
The way I love her
What in the world is left to do
She’s crying out for someone new
And there isn’t anything I can do
La la la la la la ...
When she looks in
The looking glass on the wall
She can see she’s
The fairest of them all
Makes me do anything
Has me on a string
And there isn’t anything I can do
La la la la la la ...
"The bass player is John ... wait for it ... Glascock"
MISLEADING COLOURS
Misleading colours
Misleading colours
Misleading colours
For the eye to see
Raving colours going ‘round my mind
Filling my eyes till I go blind
Colours are followed by the score
My eyes can't focus anymore
Misleading colours
Misleading colours
Misleading colours
For the eye to see
Wishing a wish that won't come true
Doing things that you want to do
Seeing prisms yet to come
Knowing that it's just begun
Misleading colours
Misleading colours
Misleading colours
For the eye to see
Misleading colours
Misleading colours
Misleading colours
For the eye to see
Raving colours going ‘round my mind
Filling my eyes till I go blind
Colours are followed by the score
My eyes can't focus anymore
Misleading colours
Misleading colours
Misleading colours
Misleading colours
Misleading colours
RADIO SHOW
I got a car and I drive it
All night in the rain
A little blue horn and
I’ll blow it again and again
I go so quickly, quickerly, quickly
I saw a fire in the night
As I drove down the lane
A little red house was ablaze
As I tore down the lane
I go so quickly, quickerly, quickly
Would you believe me if I said
I’m losing my mind
Would you believe me if I said
I’m losing my mind
You can win a candy on
A fluorescent one-armed bandit
Here in Andrew’s Nickel Bar
If your alligator shoes can dance
The mashed potato blues
You’re a dandy, yes you are
You can buy a custom-built
Banana Wonder Sundae
Here in Andrew’s Nickel Bar
I can hear the pitter-pat of the rain
I can hear the pitter-pat of the rain
Again and again
I can hear the pitter-pat of the rain
I got a car and I drive it
All night in the rain
A little blue horn and
I’ll blow it again and again
I go so quickly, quickerly, quickly
"The Gods are produced by David Paramor"
PLASTIC HORIZON
Trying to see
Trying to see tomorrow
Listening to laughter
Children who do not know why
It was on my mind
It’s on my mind
Hey, we are not shadows
That cling to each other
Whose eyes are prisons of sleep
Whose lips are heavy with dreams
"Engineered by Peter Vince"
FARTHING MAN
Give a man a penny
Give a man a penny
Penny for the farthing man
Treat him to a penny
Treat him to a penny
He will do what he can
He will do what he can
Little man, farthing man
Will do just what he can
Jump little man
Jump high little man
Try for another penny
Laugh little man
Laugh loud little man
Or you won’t have any
Or you won’t have any little man
Farthing man is good
For your last penny
Man in the pouring rain
Has got a wet head
(Man in the pouring rain)
Something inside of him shows
He’s never fed
(Something inside of him shows)
Though it may rain or snow
He’s always out there
(Though it may rain or snow)
Picking up pennies from people
Who don’t really care
Jump little man
Jump high little man
Try for another penny
Laugh little man
Laugh loud little man
Or you won’t have any
Or you won’t have any little man
Farthing man is good
For your last penny
Man in the pouring rain
Has got a wet head
(Man in the pouring rain)
Something inside of him shows
He’s never fed
(Something inside of him shows)
Though it may rain or snow
He’s always out there
(Though it may rain or snow)
Picking up pennies from people
Who don’t really care
Jump little man
Jump high little man
Try for another penny
Laugh little man
Laugh loud little man
Or you won’t have any
Or you won’t have any little man
Farthing man is good
For your last penny
"The second engineer is Jeff Smith"
I NEVER KNOW
Never knew what time it was
Till I saw you hanging around
Never knew the time because
My head was stuck deep in the ground
Times were bad, had to be sad
Times were cruel till I met you
Hadn’t had a life, and then
You turned the light into my eyes
Now I no longer need a friend
You are my true paradise
Pink champagne drown my brain
When one’s mind has no time
Never knew what time it was
Till I saw you hanging around
Never knew the time because
My head was stuck deep in the ground
Times were bad, had to be sad
Times were cruel till I met you
"The Gods are managed by Dave Harvey"
TIME AND ETERNITY
When you’re tired and blue
Think of what to do
You can’t explain your heart
La la la la la la la la la
Life has just begun
I aim to touch the sun
For money I am poorer
La la la la la la la la la
My mind is travellin’
I know where it will be
The tides are turnin’
Through time and eternity
The day has broken through
My mind is clear to you
My life is just a ball
La la la la la la la la la
My mind is travellin’
I know where it will be
The tides are turnin’
Through time and eternity
When you’re tired and blue
Think of what to do
You can’t explain your heart
La la la la la la la la la ...
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BABY’S RICH
Single a-side
included as a bonus track on cd
My my, my baby’s rich
Girl, she buys me everything
My my, my baby’s hitch
Always acting like the king
Money in this world isn’t everything
They tell me
It’s no good acting like the king
They tell me
For every penny that you spend
You’ll allways find you loose a friend
In the end, end, end, end!
My my, my baby’s rich
Girl, she buys me everything
My my, my baby’s hitch
Always acting like the king
I’m gonna show you a different life
If you let me
If money is your biggest thing
Then forget me
If you’re always gonna pinch a penny
When it comes to friends
You won’t have any
In the end, end, end, end!
Oh, oh, la la la
Oh, oh, la la la
Oh, oh, la la la
Oh, oh, la la la
My my, my baby’s rich
Girl, she buys me everything
My my, my baby’s hitch
Always acting like the king
My my, my baby’s rich
Girl, she buys me everything
My my, my baby’s hitch
Always acting like the king
Oh, oh, la la la
Oh, oh, la la la
My my, my baby’s rich
Girl, she buys me everything
My my, my baby’s hitch
Always acting like the king
My my, my baby’s rich
Girl, she buys me everything
My my, my baby’s hitch
Always acting like the king
My my, my baby’s rich
Girl, she buys me everything
My my, my baby’s hitch
Always acting like the king
My my, my baby’s rich
Girl, she buys me everything
My my, my baby’s hitch
Always acting like the king
SOMEWHERE IN THE STREET
B-side of 'Baby's Rich' single
included as a bonus track on cd
Somewhere in the street
I saw a face I couldn't forget
Later in that street
I cried a tear of bitter regret
I reached the place
Where she stood only a moment before
Now there's no face
Only lonely shadows and raindrops of tears
Somewhere in the street
I saw a face I couldn't forget
Later in that street
I cried a tear of bitter regret
I am so tired
So tired of chasing a face in a dream
Waiting and watching
From a lonely window it's always the same
Somewhere in the street
I saw a face I couldn't forget
Later in that street
I cried a tear of bitter regret
HEY BULLDOG
Single a-side
included as a bonus track on cd
Sheepdog, standing in the rain
Bullfrog, doing it again
Some kind of happiness
Is measured out in miles
What makes you think you're
Something special when you smile
Child-like, no one understands
Jack knife, in your sweaty hands
Some kind of innocence
Is measured out in years
You don't know what it's like
To listen to your fears
You can talk to me
You can talk to me
You can talk to me
If you're lonely you can talk to me
Big man, walking in the park
Wigwam, frightened of the dark
Some kind of solitude
Is measured out in you
You think you know it
But you haven't got a clue
You can talk to me
You can talk to me
You can talk to me
If you're lonely you can talk to me
Hey bulldog
Hey bulldog
Hey bulldog
Hey bulldog
Hey bulldog
Hey bulldog
REAL LOVE GUARANTEED
B-side of 'Hey Bulldog' single
included as a bonus track on cd
Don't waist all your time
Mess up your mind
Looking for dreams
Stop looking so sad
Life's not as bad
As it may seem
If you pay the right price
I've got love that you can buy
Or charge is a little love in return
Good love, real love, guaranteed
Good love, real love, guaranteed
Just before you start
Breaking your heart
Look back at me
Climb out of the crowd
Cast up your shadow
Set yourself free
If you pay the right price
I've got love that you can buy
Or charge is a little love in return
Good love, real love, guaranteed
Good love, real love, guaranteed
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