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AL STEWART

001a-ALMOST LUCY – La m

Al Stewart

 

Lucy worked a different club every day,
And though she put her mind to it,
Her heart was never in it,


She stayed around just long enough to get paid,
She won't pass the time with you,

she can't stay a minute,


And all these changing faces never bothered her at all,
They just existed like a back-drop

or a pattern on the wall,


Lucy looks like someone who is waiting for a call,
She knows he'll come,

but no-one else can hear at all,

Lucy finds the dressing room and the bar,
Hangs her clothes up, hopes tonight,
The contract won't be broken,


Well, they kick you round

so much when you're not a star,
Make you play all night just

for a pittance or a token,

 

But all these imperfections never bothered her at all,
She says it sharpens your perception

when your back's against the wall,
There's something that enables her to rise above it all,
To shrug it off, just when it seems to go too far,

Hey, hey, hey,

I think you almost,

feel the pain comin' on inside,
Hey, hey, hey,

I think you almost,

feel it now and you don't know why,
You don't know why.

---Instrumental  Solo---


The last time that I saw her she had given up the chase,
Moved away to California, got a suntan on her face,
She said that life was just another time another space,
It's over now, she learned a lot, it's not a waste,

Hey, hey, hey,

 I think you almost,

feel the pain comin' on inside
Hey, hey, hey,

I think you almost,

feel it now and you don't know why,…

001b-ON THE BORDER – Fa# m

Al Stewart

 

The fishing boats go out across the evening water
Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border
The wind whips up the waves so loud
The ghost moon sails among the clouds
Turns the rifles into silver on the border

On my wall the colours of the maps are running
From Africa the winds they talk of changes coming
The torches flare up in the night
The hand that sets the farms alight
Has spread the word to those

 who're waiting on the border

In the village where I grew up
Nothing seems the same
Still you never see the change

from day to day


And no-one notices

the customs slip away

 

guitar solo

 

Late last night the rain was knocking at my window
I moved across the darkened room and in the lampglow
I thought I saw down in the street
The spirit of the century
Telling us that we're all standing

on the border

In the islands where I grew up
Nothing seems the same
It's just the patterns that remain
An empty shell


But there's a strangeness in the air

you feel too well

The fishing boats go out across the evening water
Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border
The wind whips up the waves so loud
The ghost moon sails among the clouds
Turns the rifles into silver on the border

On the border
On the border
On the border

002a-YEAR OF THE CAT – Do M

Al Stewart

 

On a morning from a Bogart movie,
In a country where they turn back time.
You go strolling through the crowd, like Peter Lorre

contemplating a crime.

 
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress, running

like a watercolor in the rain.
Don't bother asking for explanations,
She'll just tell you that she came,

 
In the year of the cat.

She doesn't give you time for questions,
As she locks up your arm in hers.
And you follow till your sense of which directions,

Completely disappears.


By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls,
There's a hidden door she leads you to.
These days, she says, "I feel my life,
Just like a river running through,

 

The year of the cat.

*Well, she looks at you so cooly,
And her eyes shine

like the moon in the sea.


She comes in incense

and patchouli ,
So you take her

to find what's waiting inside,


The year of the cat.

533a-BROADWAY HOTEL – Fa# m

Al Stewart

 

You told the man in the Broadway Hotel

Nothing was stranger than being yourself

And he replied, with a tear in his eye

Love was a rollaway

Just a cajole away

Mist on a summer's day

Nothing was clear

Love was a smile away

Just a defile away

I sought it every way

No-one came near.

 

You asked the man for a room with a view

Nothing was said as he stared at his shoe

Then he replied as he gave you the key

Love was a rollaway

Just an unfold away

That's all there is to say

No-one came near.

 

Alone

 

in your room you hide

as the night rolls by

In the street outside

And you feel over the words he said

Till they turn to rain all around your head.

 

You're seeking a hideaway

Where the light of day

Doesn't touch your face

And a door-sign keeps the world away

Behind the shades

Of your silent day.

 

You made your home in the Broadway Hotel

Room service came at the push of a bell

And the man said as he put down the tray

Love was a stealaway

Just a reveal away

I tried to find a way

Nothing was clear

Then as he turned away

You asked the man to stay

He was there all the day

No-one came near.

081b-TIMES PASSAGES – C1 Re M

Al Stewart

 

It was late in December,

the sky turned to snow

All round the day was goin' down slow

 

Night like a river beginning to flow

I felt the beat of my mind go

 

Drifting into time passages

Years go falling in the fading light

Time passages

Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight

 

Well I'm not the kind

to live in the past

The years run too short

and the days too fast

 

The things you lean on,

are the things that don't last

Well it's just now and then,

my line gets cast into these

 

Time passages

There's something back

 

here that you left behind

Oh, time passages

Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight

 

*Hear the echoes and feel yourse

lf starting to turn

Don't know why you should feel

That there's something to learn…

It's just a game that you play

 

Well the picture is changing,

now you're part of a crowd

They're laughing at something,

and the music's loud

 

A girl comes towards you,

you once used to know

You reach out your hand,

but you're all alone in these

 

Time passages

I know you're in there,

you're just out of sight

Oh, time passages

Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight

090a-VALENTINA WAY – Do M

Al Stewart

 

Find another lover tomorrow

Go find another lover today

You've been so long on lonely street

That you're surely falling into decay

 

It's time to reconstruct yourself

Time to test the water again

 

Well it's sad to see

It's a tragedy

That you're wasting away

 

Look around ... tell me

Is it really worth the price

That you pay

On Valentina Way

 

I don't think she's ready to listen

I don't think she wants to come back

The atmosphere's too cold in here

To attract a butterfly like that

 

I think she took the boat-train out

Maybe caught the night express

 

She's got devious lies

And chameleon eyes

And she can't care less

 

Oh, buy yourself a ticket

On anything leaving today

From Valentina Way

 

Oh the rain comes down

And shines up the stars

Oh, the night steps out

In streetlights and bars

To the sounds of guitars

 

Listen ...

090b-PALACE OF VERSAILLES – Mi m

Al Stewart

 

The wands of smoke are rising

From the walls of the Bastille

And through the streets of Paris

Runs a sense of the unreal

 

The Kings have all departed

There servants are nowhere

We burned out their mansions

In the name of Robespierre

 

And still we wait

To see the day begin

Our time is wasting in the wind

Wondering why

Wondering why, it echoes

Through the lonely palace of Versailles

 

Inside the midnight councils

The lamps are burning low

On you sit and talk all through the night

But there's just no place to go

 

And Bonaparte is coming

With his army from the south

 

Marat your days are numbered

And we live hand to mouth

 

While we wait

To see the day begin

Our time is wasting in the wind

Wondering why

Wondering why, it echoes

Through the lonely palace of Versailles

 

The ghost of revolution

Still prowls the Paris streets

Down all the restless centuries

It wonders incomplete

It speaks inside the cheap red wine

Of cafe summer nights

Its red and amber voices

Call the cars at traffic lights

 

Why do you wait

To see the day begin

Your time is wasting in the wind

Wondering why

Wondering why, it echoes

Through the lonely palace of Versailles

Wondering why, it echoes

Through the lonely palace of Versailles

002a-BEACON STREET – C1 Lam

Al Stewart

 

When your little world has fallen apart

You'll be living on Beacon Street

 

In a flat above a laundry

It's warm and forgiving on Beacon Street

 

Hundreds of paperback

novels adorning your shelves

 

Piles of CDs that are eager to please

Still asserting themselves

 

There's something in the morning light

That is muted and soft down on Beacon Street

 

Then a bar or two of classical music

Will waft through the air

 

Newspaper adverts

will usher the future your way

 

Indian teas and then take-out Chinese

At the end of the day

 

Orchestral break

 

Shadows on furniture

cast by the light of the moon

 

You've got a fridge full of food

You won't need to go anywhere soon

 

When it's time to start again

They will welcome you in down on Beacon Street

 

Everybody needs a moment or two

Now and then on their own

002b-GINA IN THE KING’S ROAD – C1 Rem

Al Stewart

 

Gina in the King's Road, 1968

Blonde hair and eyeshadow,

 I hyperventilate

 

Purple leather mini, legs up to there

Don't you cast aspersions

on my naugahyde affair

 

And she can make you believe

You're feeling almost sincere

And every day's New Years Eve

She's giggling in your ear

 

And yet she's so hard to reach

Although she's so close at hand

I'm like a wave on her beach

Sinking in the sand

 

Everyone went out with her,

everyone knew why

No one ever stayed around,

no one ever tried

 

Now Gina drowns her sorrows,

drinks away the night

She's wrapped around some stranger,

hanging on for life

 

And she can make you believe

You're feeling almost sincere

And every day's New Years Eve

She's giggling in your ear

 

And yet she's so hard to reach

Although she's so close at hand

I'm like a wave on her beach

Sinking in the sand

 

Now Gina in the King's Road,

in a raincoat shimmering white

Hands thrust in her pockets

ike Julie Christie might

 

Looks up into othe distance,

puckers up her lips

I don't stop to talk to her,

we're just passing ships

 

repeat chorus

003a-SAND IN YOUR SHOES – Sol M

Al Stewart

 

You always were a city kid

though you were country raised

And back in some forgotten time

we shared the cold north days

 

But the simple life was not your style,

and you just had to escape

So it's goodbye

to my lady of the islands.

 

On Remembrance Day the bands all played,

 the bells pealed through the park

And you lay there by the "Do Not" signs,

and shamed them with your spark

 

Now winter moans in old men's bones

as the day falls into dark

And it's goodbye

to my lady of the islands.

 

It was just like this

behind the kisses you

so soon swept away

I always knew

that some day you'd

be bound to just get pulled away...

 

The summer sun beats on and on,

the shops swim in the heat

And you're standing by the traffic signs

with taxis at your feet

 

I know that in your city skin

you're feeling more complete

So it's goodbye

to my lady of the islands.

 

Guitar solo

 

No I never got the letters

that you said you'd send me

So it's goodbye

to my lady of the islands.

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