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Catherine
Don't dream about Jack Tender is the Night (1996 Version) The Invisible Man Amsterdam Ravenswing (1996 Version) The Kubrick Letter Going back to Bohemia (1996 Version) Days in the rain You can't go home again Michael When we were Indians |
Credit
All tracks written and performed by Peter Daltrey Publishing : Copyright Control/Peter Daltrey 1996 BIEM/MCPS/PRS Registered Licensed exclusively by Chelsea Records, England Mastered at Nick Allen's Nam Studios, Holt, Wiltshire, England Special thanks to : Noboru Fujisaki, Evangel Records, Tokyo, Japan Big hello to : Ron Cooper, Knut Skyberg, Dr. Vittorio Zingales, Richard Allen, Jean-Luke Epstein, Rob Ayling, Mike Gill, Mick Dillingham, Louise and George Altman, Basse Wickman, Mike Plumbley, Roger Wake, Vic King, Steve Douglas, John Hanrattie, Kenji Sekioka, Dave Battersby, Phil Smee, Phil McMullen, Bob Stanley, Ian Udall, Ray Moon and The Sidekicks "Strange strange world," says Cody -- and finally coughs, indicating with his big smokes, the Indian mystery -- Jack Kerouac : Desolation Angels Cover Design : Noboru Fujisaki Printed by Hidenori Harada, Masaki Kogure Made in Japan Evangel Records, 1-3-25-103 Sakae-cho, Kodaira-city, Tokyo 187, Japan. P 1996 Evangel Records. C 1996 Peter Daltrey, Chelsea Records. All rights reserved. Unauthorised copying, hiring, lending, public performance and broadcasting prohibited. Manufactured by Evangel Records, Japan.
I saw Catherine she was living alone I saw Catherine there were ghosts everywhere I saw Catherine no-one could reach her I saw Catherine they had broken her shell I saw Catherine she was her own victim I saw Catherine she was empty inside I saw Catherine no-one could reach her I saw Catherine she had her mother's eyes Someone said the world is turning I can't believe it's true Surely we'd feel it spin There must be something very wrong Yes, there is : look at Catherine She eats alone by candle-light Kneeling in her room It's midnight -- It's midnight -- It's midnight I saw Catherine I want to be with her I saw Catherine I want to sit and watch her eat I saw Catherine no-one can reach her I saw Catherine a child of twenty-nine
Nobody told me if I read his books It'd fry my brains if I took a look Over the State line and into the next Driving all night with his devil on my neck She said : "Don't you dream about Jack" She said : "Don't you dream about Jack" She said : "I know if you do you'll leave me and you'll never come back" Out on the road looking for dharma bums Caroline's ghost always urging me on Looking for legends in the cotton fields Thinking of Lowell and his mother's meals Pass me that bottle, baby Pass me that pen I'm going to walk with Jack I'm going to talk to Jack And I might never wake up again Lonely as an angel -- living on wheels Going to heaven with his brother Neal I closed my eyes and I was almost there Northwest of Boston with Jack and memere * Backing vocals : Faye Daltrey
The day comes down in dust The rusty rays of the sun You're like a feather in the evening rush You're lonely, but you're not the only one Sanctuary elusive Desires becoming hard to please You search out corners where the lonely sleep You close your eyes -- something touches your sleeve It's coming now -- tender is the night The moon winks and throws you down a star The day dissolves and now you feel alright Tender is the night You want him now -- you want his kiss upon your face Here in this dark place called night He is a flame : a light to quide you on your way He comes out of day into night
I don't know if I can love you forever There are cracks in the sky where the rain comes in I've seen my hands touching you I am so forgiving I woke up dreaming beside you Frightened by something you'd whispered in the night : "People have died -- Simply by remembering" The dress you wore that night was like a map of the moon I traced the lonely rivers I traced the empty seas But you were so hard -- so hard to please If you should ever write a song about me Don't forget to say how I carried you Mention my name -- And don't forget the bleeding I don't think I can love you forever There are wounds in the sky where the rain comes in I've seen my hands touching you Now see them disappearing
Midnight in Eindhoven : hippies in space Someone's injecting a raindrop from heaven The ghosts of electricity are gnawing at the wires We're smoking like chimneys and trying to count to seven We can do it -- we can do it here And we can do it in Amsterdam Our reputation is hanging by a thread The sweat breaks out as we wrestle with nasty Mr. Echo We've seen the writing on that big white wall Punch drunk and crazy as we wait for Country Joe Frozen here in the back of the van The coldest winter ever known to man Amsterdam, Amsterdam -- I love Amsterdam We saw our faces floating in silver canals Breaking bread at dawn and counting out the delicious cash It's just like living through somebody else's dream You see your whole life flash before you a second before you crash We can do it -- we can do it here And we can do it in Amsterdam
Remember me to Ravenswing Where the windows face the sea Where the pillows smell of lavender All those nights come back to me Say hello to the Yellow Duke He taught me this waltz On the dance-floor of the clifftop He was a partner to us all Remember me to Ravenswing Where the boys all hang out Give them this token of my love Let them try to work it out Say hello to Julian With his fire-cracker smile He is still the finest tree Along this barren, stony mile Take me back, take me back Ah, take me back, take me back Take me back Remember me to Ravenswing On that island small and white We left something of our lives behind On that frantic August night Susan wore her famous dress And smoked her favourite fire We made love without a sound With need but no desire How many times have I looked for that place Remembered its essence but forgotten its face High on that hill overlooking the sea In the room at the top of the stairs I see Susan and me Remember me to Ravenswing Remember me to the boys Tell them our lives are like love-letters That will never be destroyed Cut them a branch of thorns and a rose Take them this song they can sing Carry them to those young men Home at Ravenswing * Backing vocals : Faye Daltrey
Do you remember that day at Kew We'd been to see, 'A Clockwork Orange' It made us think about the things that people do The things that people do The windows of the car were black We spent two hours down by the river Eating bread and dreams; we never wanted to go back we never wanted to go back The Beatles were breaking up It was getting late We didn't know what we had done We held our breath as the moon came up Can I melt you some ice in a glass Will you dance just one more time in your blue velvet Will you sing that song about the past Do you remember that day at Kew We'd been to see, 'A Clockwork Orange' It made us think about the things that people do The things that people do * Guitars : Oliver Daltrey
The war is ten years over now I'm walking down those black and white streets My hair is on my shoulder now I mystify everyone I meet I'm going back to Bohemia I'm going back with my sunglasses on I'm going back to Bohemia Let's hope Bohemia hasn't gone My brother, he lived through changes Read Kerouac and over-stepped the line The girls he loved were beautiful MJQ played the soundtrack of vibes We're living through jazz We're living through poetry Don't want to be like our dads Don't talk of sex talk of ecstasy Hey, hey, Kruschev with a square head John Kennedy in Marilyn's bed No career in Korea Don't forget what Lenny Bruce said: " When you're dead, boy, you're a long time dead " I'm going back to Bohemia I'm going back with my sunglasses on I'm going back to Bohemia Let's hope Bohemia hasn't gone
Days in the rain Down to Josephine's house for tea French toast and Elvis French kisses for a boy called me Scrumping apples in Harrow Throwing fallers at black Austin cars Lemon-ices at De La Mura's Plotting my life by the stars And I remember the scent of my father's Christmas cigar Traces of lives Like gold -dust in a museum of rooms In the corner the black and white television blinking like a prophet of doom And I remember my father falling like a stone from the moon It's all in the past It's all in the photographs It all looks familiar, but we don't know the places We know that we love them But we cannot put names to the faces Those faces -- those beautiful faces Days in the rain Bruises and powerful scars I swollowed a sixpence Someone said: " Who'd you think you are? " And I remember the scent of my father's Christmas cigar * Backing vocals : Faye Daltrey
The road is long and paved with gold -- or so they say But you got lost along the way The life you lived has vanished -- no-one thought you you cared The ones you loved no longer there You can't go home again, You can't go home again You can't go home again, You can't go home I am a child inside the dream of who I am A distant voice inside the man Inside the man -- inside the child -- inside the man You can't go home again, You can't go home again You can't go home again, You can't go home
Michael remembers the books and the beds And the petrol rainbows on the ground He wants to go back and be someone again Making a noise in those towns Michael was lying awake every night Wanting to be somewhere else But the morning would come and the dream disappeared Lost in the dust on the shelves We're all reaching out for angels And they are reaching out for us But it's hard to see them It's hard for them to see us Michael believes in life after death He's saving some dreams for himself But the morning still comes and the dreams disappear Lost in the dust on his shelves
We were made of gold When we were indians Each feather was a year Traded with the wind We laughed together at the moon When we were indians Our lives were pyramids Connected to the sun We were made of gold When we were indians Each feather was a year Stolen by the wind We laughed together at the moon When we were indians Our lives were pyramids We prayed for rain