LYRICS

THE PEPPERS – A Very Pleasant Day

Todos los temas letra y música de Cybil Durango, excepto “Morning Promenade”, “If Life Was Fair”, “The Mist Of Love” & “Terry’s Precious Pebbles”, letra de Sally McClay y música de Cybil Durango. Texto adicional de “If Life Was Fair” by James Joyce.

 

THE INDIES
First we were beatniks
Then we were hippies
Then we were freaks and punks
They stole our spirits
And silenced our merits
Just for a couple of bucks
And in search of a frame
They came up with a name
And this week-end they call us the Indies
Now we don’t care at all
We won’t do what we’re told
We just float by ourselves
We’re the Windies
We’re not another new beer
We’re not the flavour of the month or the year
We’re for each other
Flip with each other
Stand for our lover’s tattoo
One for the Indies
Two for the Windies
First we were children
Then we were god blessed
Now we are what we are
First we got rhythm
Then we got wisdom
Now we are falling stars
And in search of a frame (search of a frame)
They came up with a name (they came up with a name)
And this week-end they call us the Indies
Now we don’t care at all (don’t care at all)
We won’t do what we’re told (we won’t do what we’re told)
We just float by ourselves
We’re the Windies
We’re not another new beer
We’re not the flavour of the month or the year
We’re for each other
Flip with each other
Stand for our lover’s tattoo
One for the Indies
Two for the Windies

 

GRAY-EYED SKY
Gray-eyed sky
Heavy and low
Let your clouds free
Let them go
So the lonely won’t get lost
Anymore
Fill your eyes with blue… colour
Gray-eyed sky
Your days are cold
And your people are getting old
So are funny things I have known
For so long
Come and fill your eyes with blue… colour
BREAK
Gray-eyed sky
Don’t cry no more
Let your moon shine
Let it grow
Hum… yeah yeah yeah
If it’s me what you’re waiting for
Fill your eyes with blue
And I’ll go
With blue
And I’ll go
With blue
And I’ll go… away

 

MORNING PR(OM)ENADE
She opened the door
Walked across the porch
Onto the early morning grass
Still so fresh
Rustling wet
Breath like a gentle breeze
She felt the welcome touch
Of the ground beneath her feet
All the way
To her head
Greenness bright
Spreading wide
Inside her chest
Clearing up her mind
Bushes, flowers, clouds and birds
Mesmerizing
Scents arising
Blooming like old friends
Softly she curled
Her hair and went back
Bearing the strange memory
Of a recent remote past
Fruity taste
Elated, joyful sight
The touch of the grass
Under her feet
Lasted through her slow-motion day
As a kind of blessed
Souvenir
Of her truly natural OM

 

I LOVE TO BE A BUSKER
How I love to be a busker
On a corner in the street
Well, I sing my songs for nothing
And I never miss a beat
I don’t care if no one’s listening
As far as I am allowed
To play my songs in a whisper
Or singing them quite out loud
SOLO
There’s kids around and old people
Who stop by just for a while
I don’t mind they throw no money
As long as they wear a smile
There’s a dog that lies beside me
And of course there’s the police
And a young woman in blue jeans
And a teen-ager in bliss
There’s a man who loves Sinatra
And a boy who likes U2
And an old lady who’s longing
For Beatles’ From Me To You
I like to please everybody
As long as I know the tune
How I love to be a busker
A life that goes by too soon
SOLO
And I wonder to myself
In the middle of a song
If there’s a heaven for buskers
Where people can sing along
From Newcastle to Chicago
From Winchester to New York
Round the world I’ll be like Marvin
That’s the way I wanna go
SOLO
How I love to be a busker
Though sometimes it’s really tough
But I’ll sing for you for nothing
If nothing is all you have
How I love to be a busker
On a corner in the street
Well, I sing my songs for nothing
And I never miss a beat
DOOMSDAY AGAIN
It’s time to get up, early morning
Scratch your head, uneasy yawning
Sleepy eyes and nothing left to do
It’s up to me to keep on rambling
I often stop, and doo wop mumbling
Goofing pulling faces on my own
And what about to make a call
To someone I don’t mind at all
Well I’m afraid I’d rather be alone
Doomsday – There’s no plan ahead
I better – Stay in bed
Somehow – I’ll be on my way
I don’t play tennis, don’t ride bikes
Don’t feel like dancing or going on strike
Or browsing like a spider on the net
Well I could spend time smelling flowers
Or counting down these 24 hours
I’ll hold my breath until my face turns red
Don’t need to check or pay the bill
Most mates keep rolling down a hill
Ignoring four-leaf clovers, what a thrill!
It’s Doomsday – There’s no plan ahead
I better – Stay in bed
No way – It’s Doomsday again
BRIDGE
No choice for joys or getting funny
So why those bees keep making honey
And bankers making money, shame on you!
It’s Doomsday – Nothing left to win
Fools Day – Limousine
This Doomsday
I’ll be on my way
Doomsday
Doomsday
Doomsday
A VERY PLEASANT DAY
A very pleasant day
To have a walk alone
Smiling all the way
Leave your umbrella home
Wear a red carnation
Stop a while to say hello
Spread love and affection
Because in a blink
We’ll be here no more
The children laugh and play
The bikers ride along
And it’s a pleasant day
Turn off your mobile phone
Go, refuse perfection
There’s so many little things to enjoy
Live on good intentions
Because in a glimpse
We’ll be here no more
A very pleasant day
The cowbells toll afar
The buggies buzz away
Above a field of grass
Wear your love like heaven
Let your river gently flow
Go ahead and tell ’em
Put regrets aside
Joy’s arrived – Raise your eyes
Cause we’ve been here before
FOOLISH KIND OF FLIRTING
I was in limbo with nothing to see
He was in heaven smiling at me
Just for a while I felt like
I was turning back in years
At the age of innocence
At the time of hope and craze
While I’m sitting on this fence
Sweater and jeans
With an angry look inside
And a tender grin outside
Pulling kisses from his heart and then…
Goodbye
He gave the nightime a light of his own
We closed the late bars and he took me home
And when I tried to embrace him
I found out that he was gone
So it went my joy in vain
Like a candle in the rain
And the sorrow and the pain
Are friends again
And the smile he gave to me
Now I wear it on my lips
Feeling nothing’s gonna be the same again
And I wonder what he’s thinking about now
Yes I wonder what he’s thinking about now
Ooh I wonder what he’s thinking about me
And my foolish kind of flirting with a boy
BREAK
Now I’m walking down the street
With some music in my feet
And my heart’s timing a beat
That booms and bangs
And the song it goes like this
“He’s not hers and she’s not his”
While I’m kidding on my knees
Oh please please please!
And I wonder what he’s thinking about now
Yes I wonder what he’s thinking about now
Ooh I wonder what he’s thinking about me
And my foolish kind of flirting with a boy
With a boy
With a boy
With a boy
TAKE A LITTLE TIME
If you’re about to swear
And blame each other
Stop right on your feet
And think it over
Make your mind up
Breathe again
Keep on smiling
Count to ten
And take a little time
Take a little time
Take a little time
Take a little
No one’s in this world
To get in your way
No man’s put out there
To spoil your whole day
So make your mind up
Breathe again
Keep on smiling
Count to ten
And take a little time
Take a little time
Take a little time
Take a little
BREAK
Don’t eat your heart out
Shake your soul
Make it easy
Let it go
And take a little time
Take a little time
Take a little time
Take a little (3 times)
Doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo
 AT THE BLUE YARD
At the blue yard
Apples and berries and flowers
A house on a tree
Elusive songs around me
Many-legged creatures run free
Hums in the kitchen
Tales to be written by me – by me
At the blue yard
Meadows and rainbows
A colourful paint-box at dawn
Kids playing games of their own
We called that blue yard our home
Out in the Nature
Happy to be all alone – all alone
At the blue yard
Peter Pan wishes of never beware
And grow old
Alices fall down a hole
Sweet loving feelings untold
Cakes on the window-pane
Scents from a world that’s no more
That’s no more
Anymore
IF LIFE WAS FAIR
Days grew dark and long
He slammed with anger
Everything goes wrong
So down and under
If life was fair
He wouldn’t care
But life’s unkind
And he don’t mind
That life’s not fair
A ship that’s out of shore
Adrift at nowhere
A star that fades at dawn
Without her lover
If life was fair / He wouldn’t care
But life’s unkind / And he don’t mind
That life’s not fair
Lonely nights on the diagonal line
Weeping and sinking inside of a sigh
Pursuing for a place
Where to find the faceless face
Once and again he returns to her side
Scratching the air, so unfair, so unkind
If life was fair
A love affair
Should bring some light
But black and white
It’s all out there
Troia of towns / Carmen of cities
Ulster Rifles / Cork Milice
Gaities / of the Afterpiece
Quuck, the duck / of a woman for quak
Show you shall / and won’t he will
Lowly, longly / a weil went forth
Hurts and daimons / spites and clops
Lord street lolls / and ladies linger
Stop that war / and feel this feather
By the queer quick twist / and the rate of her gate
Limericks / Waterfowls
Streamfish / Korps
If I lose my breath / for a minute or two
Have you here / Have we where
It’s cumming, it’s brumming / The clip, the clop
Signed to me / with his baling scoop
Glass crash / Music cue
Log and loots / In his boots
Mr. Wallenstein Washington /Semperkelly,s
Flirtsome then / Fluttersome yet
Flittering bats / Filedmice bawk
Full of grease / the load is with me
ALASKA
Another setting sun
Sleeps through my glass of wine
Well, the fever’s going down
And I’m ready like a hound
Endless track is on my way
Goodbye’s all I have to say
While I pick my ragged suit
Things were never, boy, as good!
In Alaska
In Alaska
In Alaska, where the hot’s just cold cold, Richard
I cross by every station
Each one cooler than the last
Police cars they go and stop me
But I’m clean, they just can’t hold me
Don’t even got a buck
But who needs it on the track
Chasing girls from time to time
Keeping right across the line
To Alaska – Seems to me I’m through
To Alaska – And wish you could be too
To Alaska, where the hot’s just cold cold, Richard
And how you long for sweet young things
Sure at home with tired wings
So long my friend
To everything there is an end
And I see you in every tree
And every rock on the sea
But I have to carry on
And get my own dreams done
In Alaska
In Alaska
In Alaska, where the hot’s just cold cold, Richard
To Alaska, where the hot’s just cold cold, Richard
EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE MY LOVE
Everybody wants to be my love (3)
Everybody wants to be my love, be my love… but you
I used to be an ordinary man
With common sense in everything I planned
Nobody took advice of my display
After all my star was in dismay
Now I’m a guy of luck and richies
Blessed by fate and countless stars
So everybody wants to be my love, be my love… but you
Everybody wants to be my love (3)
Everybody wants to be my love, be my love… but you
I used to be the last in every reach
No girl looked at me when on the beach
Was it a case of compliment or style?
Blame my teeth or blame my riddle smile
Now I’m a boy of pride and genius
Urged by women in the bars
Guess everybody wants to be my love, be my love… but you
And if I pray
And if I trust
Better than first I’d be the last
And if I choose to be your guy
So won’t you be my love, be my love… just you
I used to feel the happiest boy on earth
Taking up the smallest thing was worth
She used to look at me and gleam her eyes
Kind of smile and face that told no lies
Now I’m a fool when I’m beside her
Worst of lovers left by far
When everybody wants to be my love, be my love… but you
Yeah everybody wants to be my love, be my love… but you
So everybody wants to be my love, be my love… but you
BLUE JAM RIVER DAYS
Steamboats wailing and sailboats sailing
Those were the yellow blue jam river days
Silver fish swimming and young lovers dreaming
In those kind mellow blue jam river days
To be a child forever
Unpredictable weather
Of a time gone astray
To be alone tomorrow
In an ocean of sorrow
Till my ship finds a way
Steamboats wailing and sailboats sailing
Those were the yellow blue jam river days
Blue jam river days
Blue jam river days
Blue jam river days
Blue jam river days
THE MIST OF LOVE
Why is it so hard
To bear the mist of love
It leaks away
Birds in disband
Leaving behind
Your heart
Why does solitude
Become our loyal friend
The sweetest joy
To soothe the pain
Beyond our gaze
To start
Again
OUT OF USE
Out of the blue
Of the red – Of the green – Of the white
Out of you
Out of the place
Where it lies – What it lays – And it’s wise
And it’s true
Up where the hollies get high
Pumping up clouds in the sky
Don’t try to be funny
No pay and no money
No bees making honey
The walls are thick and pressing down
And the kids on the block make noise and shout
The darkest feelings spring and sprout
So loud so loud
So loud so loud
Out of the cold
Of the heat – Of the wet – Of the angst
Out of joy
Out of the stars
Where it lives – Where it dies– Every girl
Every boy
Out where the animals bite
Just like the families fight
Don’t try to be funny
No pay and no money
No bees making honey
The walls are thick and pressing down
And the kids of the block make noise and shout
The darkest feelings spring and sprout
So loud so loud
So loud so loud
BREAK
Out of the blues
Of the reds – Of the greens – Of the whites
Out of use
Aaaah….
Aaaah….
TERRY’S PRECIOUS PEBBLES
Terry collected stones
She picked up pebbles
From here and there
That in her pocket
Would always bear
Colours and shapes of all kinds
Caught her sight
She felt impelled
To pick them right
And tight
They were brushed
Cleaned and cared
They spoke of places
Evoked good graces
But how or why
She knew not
But on one inspiring night
She got to know
Their real fate
The precious stones
She kept
Were just to make the way
To childhood days
Of pure light
Like humble safeguards
Not to get lost
From Paradise

 

THE PEPPERS – The Extended Player

SHE’S SO COOL
(Cybil Durango)

She went a-walkin’
And bought out an ice-cream – How cool! It’s so cool!

She gave up cookin’
And paid for a cold meal – It’s so cool! Oh so cool!

She felt like dancin’
Alone on a tower – Really cool! Oh so cool!

And she went swimmin’
In the nude in the Arctic – So cool! It’s so cool!

She exchanged her red wine
For a whole tank of lager – That’s cool! Quite cool!

She learned to whistle
To annoy to the big boys – Plain cool! Really cool!

She turned down trippin’
And went to the pictures – So cool! That’s cool!

She’s cute and smart
She feels apart
She threw out Art
And now she’s so free

Cos she’s cool – Pretty cool
She’s cool – Pretty cool
She’s cool – Pretty cool
She makes me feel like a fool
Boy! Is she cool!

__________

THE GIRL NEXT STOP
(Cybil Durango – May Gañán)

The girl next stop
Shining like a storm
Bubbling soap
And dancing at the rock
Wanting to love – Nowhere to go

Blind eyes from a glimpse
Ideal was her love
No way to get it back once more
It’s gone – It’s gone
The girl next stop – The girl next stop – The girl next stop

The girl next stop
Telling something to the pot
Blowing a smile at the top
Of her beauty eyes – “le plein” of love

The girl next stop
Is staying still in front of the shop
No man behind – No life around
Just one more stop

Blind eyes from a glimpse
Ideal was her love
No way to get it back once more
It’s gone – It’s gone
The girl next stop – The girl next stop – The girl next stop

The girl next stop – Hummmm…
No man behind – No way, no road
The bus never arrives
But the girl is at the stop

No car – No wind – No wings
No more the love behind
And a mystic river inside her eyes
Blowing like a storm
Dancing at the rock
Smiling at the top

Blind eyes from a glimpse
Ideal was her love
No way to get it back once more
It’s gone – It’s gone

The girl next stop
Is writing on the air
The bus is arrived
It’s the end
For the girl who never was
That’s the girl next wall

__________

WE WERE SINGING ALL NIGHT LONG
(Cybil Durango)

Lazy in the morning
He was thinking of a journey
When the music came a-rolling in his head

Funny how the babies
And the birds and pretty ladies
Felt the harmony but maybe not the words

We were singing all night long
Never waiting for a call
Pink white colours
Orange flavoured dawn

Thought that he was living
In a world of take and giving
Sometimes losing
Sometimes winning – Understar

Thought that he would gather
Fall and winter, spring and summer
With no seeds to plant but rather – Disregard

We were singing all night long
Never waiting for a call
Pink white colours
Orange flavoured dawn

La ra ra ra la ra ra ra

We were singing all night long
Never waiting for a call
Pink white colours
Orange flavoured – Orange flavoured
Orange flavoured – Orange flavoured
Orange flavoured – Orange flavoured
Orange flavoured – Orange flavoured

__________

JILL
(Cybil Durango)

Jill…
Everytime that I say that I do
You say you will
Every cloud in the sky moves along
While you keep still

And your lovers turn to stars
Driving luxury little cars
Oh Jill…
What a shame, what a thrill, what a waste
You never will

Jill…
Any colour you paint or you dress
It seems unreal
Any smile, any frown on your face
It makes me feel

Like a kid lost in the wood
Fearing nothing’s like it should
Oh… Be
Who you are, what you wish, how you dare
Be what you will

You don’t care or give a damn
If they hurt you, you don’t mind
Oh Jill…
How I wish, how I long, how I dream
One day we will (repeat 3 times)

__________

LOVE BABE
(Cybil Durango)

You’re my love babe
You’re my child
You’re the one who gets me running through the night

You’re my love babe
You’re my sign
Till the very late star’s fading out of sight

Squeeze me right to you, I’ll never care about knowing
Why you pull me through
Play me one more blues before you leave in the morning
I’ve never thought I’d reach to see you going

You’re my love babe
You’re my child
You’re the one who gets me running through the night

You’re my love and it’s good to me babe
You’re my sign
Till the very late star’s fading out of sight

My eyes are watching out the door
My feet are tapping on the soft reflecting floor
Walking back no more

Squeeze me right to you, I’ll never care about knowing
Why you pull me through
Play me one more blues before you leave in the morning
I’ve never thought I’d reach to see you going

You’re my love babe
You’re my child
You’re the one who gets me running through the night

You’re my love and it’s good to me babe
You’re my sign
Till the very late star’s fading out of sight

Squeeze me right to you
Squeeze me right to you
Squeeze me right to you

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