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Lyrics
The Sailor's Hornpipe (Original Version)
Vocals & Words: Vivian Stanshall
The hallway.
From outside, an ordinary house. A great house, true - four hundred and eighty
three rooms, each one with its own marble wash basin and douche, bidet as it
may. But inside, and the positions are reversed. A human failing, some say a
disease, but a disease that Sir Francis Dashwood knew, and knew it well.
Upstairs, inside and a revelation. It's a discotheque. No, no, uh.. there
are paintings, real, and look here - a rare seventeenth century masterpiece,
and if I can scrape a little of it off, beneath I can find hidden a fourteenth
century underpiece.
Made entirely of tiny pieces of eggshells, this lurid work has caused
controversy in the world of embroidery and anthropologicky. No, I'll say it
again, anthropolology. Umm.. no quite possibly make an anthropol, no, uh, I
mean an apolog..ph.. It has enthralled distinguished professors, and in
layman's language is "blinking well baffling".
But to be more obtusely, "buggered if I know." Yes, "buggered if I know." And
that's all we've gleaned so far from experts in fourteenth century painting,
renaissance, greengrocers, and recently revived members of the public.
Buggered if I know.
Vivian Stanshall, about three o'clock in the morning,
Oxfordshire, 1973, Goodnight.
The Rio Grande
Vocals: Classes 2 and 3, King's College, London.
We're homeward bound across the blue sea.
Going home.
We're homeward bound across the blue sea,
And we're come from the old country.
And away, love, away.
Going home.
We're homeward bound this very day,
And we're come from the old country.
The sails are unfold and the anchor's aweigh.
Going home.
She yeilds to the breeze as she gathers her way,
And we're come from the old country.
And away, love, away.
Going home.
We're homeward bound this very day,
And we're come from the old country.
We're homeward bound across the blue sea.
Going home.
We're homeward bound across the blue sea,
And we're come from the old country.
And away, love, away.
Going home.
We're homeward bound this very day,
And we're come from the old country.
Speak (Tho' You Only Say Farewell)
Vocals: Mike Oldfield and David Bedford
Speak, vision of the night,
Tell me why you haunt me so.
Speak, heaven morning light,
Whisper all my heart would know.
Dawn, ever finds you gone
Back to where the shadows dwell.
Speak, my beloved, speak,
Tho' you only say farewell.
When doubts and fears cause their tears that blind me,
Why be down if you've come to find me?
Speak to me and I'll follow,
Leaving all the wold behind me.
Can those eyes, calm and wise, deceive me?
While I still know the thrill of your
Mystic shade, dare fade and leave me,
Arms high and low.
Speak, vision of the night,
Tell me why you haunt me so.
Speak, heaven morning light,
Whisper all my heart would know.
Dawn, ever finds you gone
Back to where the shadows dwell.
Speak, my beloved, speak,
Tho' you only say farewell.
Speak! Speak!
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