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Ilze with the sun setting behind you
your hair aglow with golden flames
a frame of fire around your face,
you are beautiful.
Do you know can you know how beautiful you are?
IlzeYou make a diff'rence.
This worldneeds your loveyour light your peace, and I love you.
Ilzethough the sun has settled down
the stars above reflecting in your eyes
they give me hope, lighten your eyes
They're so beautiful.
Do you know can you know how beautiful you are?
Ilze, You make a diff''rence.
This world needs your love your light your peace,
and I love you.
Ilze I just know we'll meet a gain,
in a place without time or space or word for "No",
only love and light.
It'll be beautiful.
Do you know can you know how beautiful you are?
Ilze, You make a diff''rence.
This world needs your love your light your peace,
and I love you.
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Sunrise Ceremony, with your entourage a cloak
a collected kind of silent love around you as you spoke
your tanned hat gravely tilted as you offered up a joke
the eyes of the old messenger might haunt you to the grave
but you believe the hearts you thieve, are merely yours to save.
The protection, and the following, and all the love you crave
the tiny spell, oblivion, that's with you when you're still
it transports all your memories, identities, and will.
Become what you set out to be, an Angel lost, until,,,,
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I dreamed of old Walt Whitman,
and what he might have said to me
as we sipped our double bourbons
underneath the holly tree
I'd ask him frank, and personal
how he thought the world should be.
He'd smile, and turn his head, and say
"we'll have to wait and see"
"Oh Walt," I said, "sometimes I feel
I'm trapped, and I'm not me."
"Don't worry son, we've many parts,
just learn to let things be"
"Their lives are complicated,
but the truth is plain to me.
The answer lies, within my eyes,
it's called simplicity"
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One day in the distant morning, something set me free
I never did hear any any warning, it just came naturally
it was a spell like innocence, and I'm glad it came to me
I never knew its name until it came unconsciously
chorus:
she looked into the mirror, that the others call the sky
and told me of my childhood, and the day she wondered why
and placed her arms around me, just as I began to cry
love got to me that morning, and it didn't have to try
Far off where the day was dawning, I couldn't wait to see
but now I learned the Angel calls a truth, to let it be.
You should have been there innermost, it touched a fantasy
my inner voice came out at last, to sail another sea
chorus
Late on in the afternoon, I went from dream to dream
I waited for a guiding hand, to kindly set the scene.
Before I knew, I knew I'd learned, about what I had been
then suddenly, it all became, exactly what it seemed
chorus
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Down in the muddy waters,
I'm told there grows a tree.
There is a sign upon it says
"a strange fruit hangs from me"
I looked up to the black branch
stretched out across the path
and there I saw a dead man
blood at his feet, a wrath
I put my pen to paper
as I leant against the tree
and wrote what I imagined was
his sad obituary
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Woke up Sunday mornin' and notes went spinnin' round. (rpt)
What can I sing for the New Troubadours Troubadours?
Woke up wake up woke up wake up.
What can I sing for the New Troubadours?
Oh! I just godda sing the Blues the New Troubadour Blues
'cos there's nothing they like better than the Blues.
I got those New Troubadour Blues.
'cos there's not a single chord these Blues refuse;
not a single note I cannot choose.
Then it was Monday evenin' with no more words in mind;
notes they still kept spinnin'
but no cause could they find.
What can I sing for the New Troubadours?
So, here's a sad Blues with a walkin' bass.
it'll walk all over you,
leavin' muddy footprints
So here's a sad Blues, Blues, Blues
So here is a walkin' bass.
oh! why am I walkin'
with a muddy walkin' bass
waitin' for words to come?
Blues Blues Blues Blues Blues Blues
waitin' for words to come
Oh those sad Blues
I got those New Troubadour Blues.
New Troubadour Blues 'cos there's not a single chord these Blues refuse!
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I went out this mornin' and what did I see,
a beautiful man was lookin' at me.
I say "Hey brother, you can look but don't touch,
'cos I ain't got what you need to satisfy your greed".
I got those asexual blues,
'cos none of us can choose,
those feelings just rise from the ooze,
and some us of got asexual blues.
I went out this evenin' as the sun went down,
a pretty young lady was beckoning me to town .
I said "Hey sister, you can look but don't touch,
'cos I ain't got what you need to satisfy your greed".
I got those asexual blues,
'cos none of us can choose,
those feelings just rise from the ooze,
and some us of got asexual blues.
I went out this evenin' out into the dark
and couples were smoochin' all over the park.
I said "Hey people, you're just showin' off,
'cos you've got what you need to satisfy your greed".
I got those asexual blues,
'cos none of us can choose,
those feelings just rise from the ooze,
and some us of got asexual blues.
I've come out this evening on the musical scene
to sing you the blues like you've never seen.
I say "Hey people, you can sing with me now,
'cos I have got what you need to satisfy your musical greed".
We got all sorts of sexual blues,
'cos none of us can choose,
those feelings just rise from the ooze,
and some us of got asexual blues.
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The clocks move tonight.
Nothing moves but the clocks.
The Universe stays the same.
Then why does darkness drag in early?
Why the days go damp and dreary?
Like an unkind remark turning beauty to hurt,
the wind ransacks the pink blossom.
A new tree starting out managed the first inch up and the first inch down;
it was not to be the minority who make maturity.
A leaf clings with all it has to the tree:
Falling is painless.
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Ilze with the sun setting behind you
your hair aglow with golden flames
a frame of fire around your face,
you are beautiful.
Do you know can you know how beautiful you are?
IlzeYou make a diff'rence.
This world needs your love your light your peace, and I love you.
Ilze though the sun has settled down
the stars above reflecting in your eyes
they give me hope, lighten your eyes
They're so beautiful.
Do you know can you know how beautiful you are?
Ilze You make a diff''rence.
This world needs your love your light your peace,
and I love you.
Ilze I just know we'll meet a gain,
in a place without time or space or word for "No",
only love and light.
It'll be beautiful.
Do you know can you know how beautiful you are?
Ilze You make a diff''rence.
This world needs your love your light your peace,
and I love you.
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Songs composed and performed by Gavin Parker, Kristen Carmichael-Bowers, Paul Chi and David Solomons, with one song using poems by Carol Batton.
The Gavin Parker songs also feature guitar improvisations by David Solomons
The New Troubadour Club was based in the "Village" in the centre of Manchester and was a musical home durng the 1990s
for many local composers, poets and performers. This CD represents four of the musicians and one poet
