Album Lyrics: STAND UP
My first and last time with you
and we had some fun.
Went walking through the trees, yeah!
And then I kissed you once.
Oh I want to see you soon,
but I wonder how.
It was a new day yesterday,
but it's an old day now.
Spent a long time looking
for a game to play.
My luck should be so bad now
to turn out this way.
Oh, I had to leave today
just when I thought I'd found you.
It was a new day yesterday,
but it's an old day now.
Spent a long time looking
for a game to play.
My luck should be so bad now
to turn out this way.
I had to leave today
just when I thought I'd found you.
It was a new day yesterday,
It was a new day yesterday,
It was a new day yesterday,
but it's an old day now.
Bright city woman,
walking down Leicester Square every day.
Gonna get a piece of my mind.
You think you're not a piece of my kind.
Ev'rywhere the people looking.
Why don't you get up and sing?
Bright city woman,
where did you learn all the things you say?
You listen to the newsmen on TV.
You may fool yourself, but you don't fool me.
I'll see you in another place, another time.
You may be someone's, but you won't be mine.
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My telephone wakes me in the morning;
have to get up to answer the call.
So I think I'll go back to the family,
where no one can ring me at all.
Living this life has its problems,
so I think that I'll give it a break.
Oh, I'm going back to the family,
'cos I've had about all I can take.
Master's in the counting house,
counting all his money.
Sister's sitting by the mirror;
she thinks her hair looks funny.
And here am I thinking to myself,
just wond'ring what things to do.
I think I enjoyed all my problems.
Where I did not get nothing for free.
Oh, I'm going back to the family -
doing nothing is bothering me.
I'll get a train back to the city.
That soft life is getting me down.
There's more fun away from the family;
get some action when I pull into town.
Everything I do is wrong,
What the hell was I thinking?
Phone keeps ringing all day long;
I got no time for thinking.
And every day has the same old way
of giving me too much to do.
Took a sad song of one sweet evening,
I smiled and quickly turned away.
It's not easy singing sad songs
but still the easiest way, I have to say.
So when you look into the sun,
see the things we haven't done.
Oh was it better then to run,
than to spend the summer crying?
Now summer cannot come, anyway.
I had waited for time to change her.
The only change that came was over me.
She pretended not to want love;
I hope she was only fooling me.
So when you look into the sun,
look for the pleasures nearly won.
Or was it better then to run,
than to spend the summer singing?
And summer could have come in a day.
So if you hear my sad song singing,
remember who and what you nearly had.
It's not easy singing sad songs
when you can sing the song to make me glad.
So when you look into the sun,
and see the words you could have sung:
It's not too late, only begun,
we can still make summer.
Yes, summer always comes anyway.
So when you look into the sun,
and see the words you could have sung:
It's not too late, only begun.
Look into the sun.
Nothing is easy, though time gets you worrying my friend, it's ok.
Just take your life easy and stop all that hurrying, be happy my way.
When tension starts mounting and you've lost count of the pennies you've missed,
just try hard and see why they're not worrying me, they're last on my list.
Nothing's easy.
Nothing is easy, you'll find that the squeeze won't turn out so bad.
Your fingers may freeze, worse things happen at sea, there's good times to be had.
So if you're alone and you're down to the bone, just give us a play.
You'll smile in a while and discover that I'll get you happy my way.
Nothing's easy.
Don't want to be a fat man; people would think that I was just good fun.
Would rather be a thin man; I am so glad to go on being one.
Too much to carry around with you.
No chance of finding a woman who
will love you in the morning and all the night time, too.
Don't want to be a fat man; have not the patience to ignore all that.
Hate to admit to myself, half of my problems came from being fat.
Won't waste my time feeling sorry for him; I seen the other side to being thin.
Roll us both down a mountain and I'm sure the fat man would win.
Whenever I get to feel this way,
try to find new words to say.
I think about the bad old days
we used to know.
Nights of winter turn me cold -
fears of dying, getting old.
We ran the race and the race was won,
by running slowly.
Could be soon we'll cease to sound,
slowly upstairs, faster down.
Then to revisit stony grounds,
we used to know.
Remembering mornings, shillings spent,
made no sense to leave the bed.
The bad old days they came and went
giving way to fruitful years.
Saving up the birds in hand,
while in the bush the others land.
Take what we can before the man
says it's time to go.
Each to his own way, I'll go mine.
Best of luck with what you find.
But for your own sake remember times,
we used to know.
What a sight for my eyes,
to see you in sleep.
Could it stop the sunrise,
hearing you weep?
You're not seen, you're not heard,
but I stand by my word.
Came a thousand miles
just to catch you while you're smiling.
What a day for laughter,
and walking at night.
Me following after, your hand holding tight.
And the memory stays clear,
with the song that you will hear.
If I can but make
the words awake the feeling.
What a reason for waiting,
and dreaming of dreams.
So here's hoping you've faith in impossible schemes,
that are born in the sigh of the wind blowing by,
while the dimming light brings the end to a night of loving.
Did you hear mother?
Saying I'm wrong, but I know I'm right.
Did you hear father?
Calling my name into the night.
Saying I'll never be what I am now.
Telling me I'll never find what I've already found.
It was they who were wrong,
and for them here's a song.
Did you hear baby?
Come back and tell you the things he's seen.
Did it surprise you
to be picked up at eight in a limousine?
Doing the things he's accustomed to do.
Which at one time it seemed like a dream,
now it's true.
And unknowing, you made it all happen this way.
Did you hear mother?
Saying I'm wrong but I know I'm right.
Did you hear father?
Calling my name into the night.
Saying I'll never be what I am now.
Telling me I'll never find what I've already found.
It was they who were wrong,
and for them here's a song.
All lyrics © 1969 Chrysalis Records, Ltd. All Rights Reserved.
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