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Volume 1
1968
Soft Machine
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| HOPE FOR HAPINESS |
H. Hopper /
K. Ayers / M. Ratledge
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I can tell... like the ring of a bell
A chime that is clear and true
But if a crack, the sound is flat
Like happiness... that's become untrue
Out of the East, the sun flew West
Trailing its golden spray
My heart burns, when fortune turns
The trail to light my way
Days go by, I watch the sky
My eyes forever quest
The sun returns, though my hope yearns
Forever things point the rest
Sun heart burns, moon glow turns
Stars will trade hope for happiness
Hope for happiness, happiness, happiness
Flowers grow wild, just for the child
Sniff this sprinkling bloom
When you grow up, hope colours up
The things that cause us gloom
Tell can you now how fun is made?
It's how happiness is really found
Look for advice, be told more than twice
By people all around
Sun heart burns, moon glow turns
Stars will trade hope for happiness
Hope for happiness, happiness, happiness
| WHY AM I SO SHORT? |
H. Hopper /
K. Ayers / M. Ratledge |
You may laugh at me
Say I don't deserve
All the things I've had
Sad...
I've got a drum kit and some sticks
So when I'm drunk or in a fit
I find it easy to express myself
I hit the drums so hard I break all my heads
And then I end the day in one of my beds
I'm nearly 5 ft. 7 tall
I like to smoke and drink and ball
I've got a yellow suit that's made by Pam
And every day I like an egg and some tea
But best of all I like to talk about me!
You may laugh at me
Say I don't deserve
All the things I've had
Sad.
A certain kind of love, I'd say
Exists for me and every night
Your kind of love sets me alight
And I know it's real
It's what I feel, what I feel
And loving you the way I do
Makes everything seem right again
And when you're near I know
I know, you just can't tell the time
When you, it's just not right
And so our love I see in you
The things today, the things we do
And when you're near I know
You just can't see well
I know it's real, it's what I feel
And loving you the way I do
Makes everything seem right again
And when you're near I know
I know you just can't see, all the time of day
I know you're mine and all the time
It's my, my bed you're lying on
It's my, my bed you're dying on
But if it's my head you're relying on
You gotta save yourself
Don't enslave yourself
Just to save yourself
Stay in your own bed at night
Because, girl, you know that if
I try to feed you and keep you all week to make you feel secure
Then you won't leave my bed, though you want to stay fed
Will your heart remain, girl?
You know you can't make it
Without tryin' to fake it
And I believe, baby
You gotta save yourself
Don't enslave yourself
Just to save yourself
Stay in your own bed at night
| WHY ARE WE SLEEPING? |
M. Ratledge / K. Ayers / R. Wyatt |
It begins with a blessing, it ends with a curse
Making life easy by making it worse
"My mask is my master," the trumpeter weeps
But his voice is so weak as he speaks from his sleep
Saying: "Why, why, why... Why are we sleeping?"
People are watching, people who stare
Waiting for something that's already there
"Tomorrow I'll find it," the trumpeter screams
And remembers he's hungry, and drowns in his dreams
Saying: "Why, why, why... Why are we sleeping?"
My head is a nightclub with glasses and wine
The customers dancing or just making time
While Daevid is cursing, the customers scream
Now everyone's shouting, "Get out of my dream!"
Saying: "Why, why, why... Why are we sleeping?"
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