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O flower of scotland
When will we see
Your like again,
That fought and died for
Your wee bit hill and glen
And stood against him
Proud edward's army,
And sent him homeward
Tae think again.
The hills are bare now
And autumn leaves lie thick and still
O'er land that is lost now
Which those so dearly held
That stood against him
Proud edward's army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again.
Those days are past now
And in the past they must remain
But we can still rise now
And be the nation again
That stood against him
Proud edward's army
And sent him homeward,
Tae think again.
0 flower of scotland
When will we see
Your like again,
That fought and died for
Your wee bit hill and glen
And stood against him
Proud edward's army,
And sent him homeward
Tae think again.


(trad)

Yeah

Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel
Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel
Yeah, we're goin' to the roadhouse
We're gonna have a real good time

Yeah, back at the roadhouse they got some bungalows
Yeah, back at the roadhouse they got some bungalows
And that's for the people
Who like to go down slow

Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, all night long

Do it, honey, do it

You gotta roll, roll, roll
You gotta thrill my soul, all right
Roll, roll, roll, roll
Thrill my soul
You gotta beep a gunk a chucha
Honk konk konk
You gotta each you puna
Each ya bop a luba
Each yall bump a kechonk
Ease sum konk
Ya, ride

Ashen lady, ashen lady
Give up your vows, give up your vows
Save our city, save our city
Right now

Well, i woke up this morning, i got myself a beer
Well, i woke up this morning, and i got myself a beer
The future's uncertain, and the end is always near

Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, all night long


(densmore/morrison/krieger/manzarek)

Live versions appear on "just good friends" cd 2 and "toiling in the reeperbahn"

First of all i caught her reflection in the window of the pharmacy store,
There i was locked up in my pick-up in the rush hour on the delaware road
It must have been the scent of her perfume or the glimpse of that french lingerie
A product of my imagination, i blame it all on a hot summers day
Blame it all on a hot summers day, chasing miss pretty,

Chasing miss pretty, chasing miss pretty, chasing miss pretty.

I turned up the air-conditioning, nothing's gonna cool me down,
I stared through the steamed up window and watched her glide away cross town,
I couldn't let this vision escape me, couldn't let her get too far out my reach,
I was throwing my life in the gutter along with the pick-up keys,
Along with the pick-up keys, chasing miss pretty, chasing miss pretty,

Chasing miss pretty, chasing miss pretty, chasing miss pretty.

I tell myself that this can't be happening, i promised myself never again,
But when the chips are down and the lights go out i'm back here again,

Chasing miss pretty, chasing miss pretty, chasing miss pretty, chasing miss pretty.

I'll promise her undying affection, promise everlasting love
I'll buy her a ring for her finger , for this angel sent from heaven above,
The problem is i can't seem to find her, it looks as if my true love is lost,
I'm standing alone with my heartache as my lady went and boarded the bus,
My lady's gone and boarded the bus, chasing miss pretty, chasing miss pretty,

Chasing miss pretty, chasing miss pretty, chasing miss pretty, chasing miss pretty,

I've got to get me a doctor, i gotta get me some pills, i need a real cold shower,
I got to get my eyes off these girls, got to get my eyes of these girls,
I got to get my eyes off these girls, these girls, these girls, these girls,

Chasing miss pretty, chasing miss pretty, chasing miss pretty, chasing miss pretty.

Dick, bassett, braide 1998 (fishy music ltd., royal swirly/irs songs, perfect songs.)

Raise your eyes to england's skies, there's more up there than butterflies
Alice smiles in chemical glow, "tea's just about ready", she doesn't want to know
The hatter laughs, he's bought the rights
To the t-shirt of the movie of the terminal tonight
So take brittania by the hand and waltz her through this crumbling land
Kiss her apocalypse goodbye
Goodbye

I'll have this last waltz with you, we'll dance until the end
I'll have this last waltz with you, until midnight chimes again
Round and round we go, round and round we go

I'll have this last waltz with you, we'll dance until the end
I'll have this last waltz with you, until midnight chimes again
Round and round we go, round and round and round we go

Waves digest white cliffs of dover, a blindman looks for four-leafed clover
Canute cried an ocean's tears, peter pan - well he's showing all his years
The mortgage he and wendy planned
Down in never, never, never never, never, never never, never land

The madcap laughed, he knew the score with the owl and the pussycat
He fled the shore
In a leadlined, in the pea green boat
Fare thee well
Goodbye
Fare thee well

She dreams china white behind her eyes of china blue
Her future wrapped in velvet and her memories wrapped in warm cotton wool

And the coffee grounds
Are burying the hours that she killed
In another murder of a day

Her patience starts to crumble
Like a rock that turns to sand
And time breaks down to seconds
When you're waiting on a man

She's checking out the doorway while she's checking out the guy
Whose drunk imagination is climbing up the ladder of her silk clad thigh

And the cigarettes
Are burning up the hours that she killed
In another murder of a day

Her patience starts to crumble
Like a rock that turns to sand
And time breaks down to seconds
When you're waiting on a man

It seems so long since yesterday
The time goes by so slow
When you're waiting on a man, waiting on a man to show

She shivers in a cold sweat that she's trying to ignore
As she wraps her shaking fingers round the loose change by the phone
She needs him more than she'll admit and more than others need to know,
She hopes the knots that tie her stomach are only butterflies
The time goes by so slow
When you're waiting on a man, waiting on a man to show.

She prays that no one pays attention
As she punches out the call
As she fumbles with the number
That the panic still doesn't show
She prays the lights stay green all night
She prays the traffic doesn't slow
And the knots that tie her stomach are only butterflies

Only butterflies, fly by every day
While your waiting on a man, waiting on a man to show

There he stands behind the door
She reaches for her coat to go
And she wanders away in a dream
She wanders away to a dream

As she threads her way home through the neon washed alleyways
She flirts with the shadows and skirts round the victims
Of a night that'll sleep through the day
That casts out its refugees and throws out its debris

She turns the key in a lock to a fairy tale world
That she guards with her ghosts of faithful familiars
Who attend to her shrine in a patchwork cathedral
Observing the ritual with silent compassion and prayers

On the candlelit edges of a tightening circle
She arranges the photographs faded and yellowing
Memories left of her friends and her family
Respectfully turned to the wall

She turns up the sound on a second hand radio
And drowns out the noise of the world that she lives in
Her conscience her witness her life is her courtroom
And the man she left waiting
Is waiting to murder a day


(written by tony banks and fish, from the 1991 album 'still' by tony banks, virgin, tcv 2658)