WIND & WUTHERING
released in 1977 Tony Banks - Mike Rutherford - Steve Hackett - Phil Collins ---------------------------------------------------------------------- ELEVENTH EARL OF MAR (Banks/Rutherford/Hackett) ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The sun had been up for a couple of hours Covered the ground with a layer of gold Spirits were high and the raining had stopped The larder was low, but boy that wasn't all Eleventh Earl of Mar Couldn't get them very far Daddy! Oh, Daddy, You Promised Out on the road in the direction of Perth Backwards and forwards in a circle they went Found a city half open and ready to greet the conquering heroes with blisters on their feet Eleventh Earl of Mar Somehow got them all this far Daddy! You promised, You promised See the Stewart all dressed up He's got eyes in the back of his head Who came in a cockleshell boat That could only just float Couldn't even lift a sword Dressed too fine and smelling of wine Daddy you've got to go! Here comes the bishop all dressed up He's gonna bless you if you're ready to pay One wave of his funny old stick There's a band of light accross your eyes Waited a week still they hadn't appeared That glorious timing that everyone feared So they're riding along on the crest of a wave They're headed for London, and that will be their grave Eleventh Earl of Mar Well he couldn't get them down that far Daddy! I'm waiting, I'm waiting Time to go to bed now Never seems too keen To be guest now In a house of dreams Flying from a hillside Beckoning th trees A sailor's awning Mimicking the breeze I'm fighting gravity falling My daddy won't let them get me A voice screams seems to be calling The face turns features are burning Daddy, you've got to go! See the fifteen going by Tell the Lairds and the Lords They're runnng backwards today And once again you stand alone Bury your memories, bury your friends Leave it alone for a year or two Till the stories go hazy and the legends come true Then do it again. Some things never end Eleventh Earl of Mar Won't be going very far You promised, you promised, you promised DADDY! ---------------------------------------------------------------------- ONE FOR THE VINE (Banks) ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Fifty thousand men were sent to do the will of one His claim was phrased quite simply, though he never voiced it loud I am he, the chosen one In his name they could slaughter, for his name they could die Though many there were who believed in him Still more were sure he'd lied Then one who's faith had dies Fled back up the mountainside But before the top was made A misplaced footfall made him Stray from the path prepared for him Off of the mountain On to a wilderness of ice This unexpected vision made him stand and shake with fear But nothing was his fright compared with those who saw him appear Terrror filled their minds with awe Simple were the folk who lived Upon this frozen wave so not surprising was their thought This is he, God's chosen one Who's come to save us from All our oppressors We shall be king on this world Follow me! I'll play the game you want me Until I find a way back home Follow me! I give you strenght inside you Courage to win your bttles No, no, no, this can't go on This will be all that I've fled from Let me rest for a while He walked into the valley All alone There he talked with water and then with the vine They leave me no choice I must lead them to glory or most likely to death They travelled cross the plateau of ice, up to its edge Then they crossed a mountain range and saw the final plain Still he urge the people on Then, on a distant slope He observed one without hope Flee back up the mountainside He thought he recognized him by his walk And by the way he fell And by the way he Stood up and vanished into air ---------------------------------------------------------------------- YOUR OWN SPECAIL WAY (Rutherford) ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Go far enough and you will reach A place where the sea runs underneath We'll see our shadow, high in the sky Dying away in the night I've sailed the world for seven years And left all I love behind in tears Won't you come here, whereever you are I've been alone long enough You, you have your own special way Of holding my hand keep it way 'bove the water Don't ever let go-Oh no, no no You, you have your own special way Of turning the world so it's facing the way that I'm going Don't every, dont ever stop Who's seen the wind, not you or I But when the ship moves, she's passing by Between you and me, I really don't think She knows where she's going at all You, you have your own special way Or carrying me twice round the world Never closer to home than the day The day I started You, you have your own special way Hold onto my hand keep it way 'bove the water Don't ever let go- no no no What mean the dreams night after night The man in the moon's a blinding light Won't you come out whoever you are You've followed me quite long enough You, you have your own special way Of holding my hand, don't ever let go You, you have your own special way Of turning the world so its facing The way that I'm going, Don't ever Don't ever leave me ---------------------------------------------------------------------- WOT GORILLA? (Banks/Collins) ---------------------------------------------------------------------- INSTRUMENTAL ---------------------------------------------------------------------- ALL IN A MOUSE'S NIGHT (Banks) ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Loving Couple: 'I can't see you but I know you're there Got to get beside you cos it's really cold out here Come up close to me you'll soon be warm Hold me tightly like we're sheltering from a storm" Mouse: 'Think I might go out for a stroll Into the night and out of this hole Maybe find me a meal Walking along this new shag pile Presents a problem all the while Nearly the door' Suddenly he bumps into wood, the door is closed A voice from the bed, he'll be exposed Which way to run, must make for the hole The light's been turned on, he's blind as a mole in coal 'Now I can see they're coming at me They've blocked off my door, I haven't a chance in hell' Couple: 'Come on baby, let the poor thing go I'm not sleeping with that thing around here, no! Alright then, I'll fetch a box from below Guard him carefully, they're very quick, you know' Mouse: 'The door's been opened my chance to escape Must run out quick, better sorry that late I'm out on the stairs They won't catch me now, I've the run of the house now I'll make it downstairs into the bread bin That would be nice' Suddenly he bumps into fur, that's very unwise A cat is much quicker than men and their eyes The chase that ensues can have only one end Unless outside help steps in for our friend in need But now the cat comes in for the kill His paw is raised soon blood will spill, yes it will Cat: 'Hard luck, mouse, this is the end of your road The signpost says inside me, let me bear your heavy load' But it's not to be, the final pounce Knocks a jar upon his head, lays him out But its' all in a mouse's night To take on all those who would fight Cat's Story: 'Thre I was with my back to the wall Then comes this monster mouse He's ten feet tall, with teeth and claws to match It only took one blow' ---------------------------------------------------------------------- BLOOD ON THE ROOFTOPS (Collins/Hackett) ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dark and grey, English film the Wednesday play We always watch our queen on Christmas day Won't you stay? Though your eyes see shipwrecked sailors, you're still dry The outlook's fine, though Whales might have some rain Saved again Let's skip the news boy (I'll make some tea) Arabs and Jews boy (too much for me) They get me confused boy (puts me off to sleep) And the thing I hate-oh Lord! Is staying up late to watch some debate on some nation's fate Hypnotised by Batman, Tarzan still surprised! You've won the West in time to be our guest Name your prize! Drop of wine, glass of beer, dear what's the time? The grime on the Tyne is mine, all mine, all mine Five past nine Blood on the rooftops-Venice in the spring the streets of San Francisco-a word from Peking The trouble all started-by a young Erol Flynn Better in my day-oh Lord! For when we got bored, we'd have a world war, happy but poor So let's skip the news boy (I'll go and make that tea) Blood on the rooftops (too much for me) When old Mother Goose stops-and they're out for 23 Then the rain at Lord's stopped play Seems Helen of Troy has found a new face again ---------------------------------------------------------------------- 'UNQUIET SLUMBERS FOR THE SLEEPERS... (Rutherford/Hackett) ---------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------- ...IN THAT QUIET EARTH' (Banks/Rutherford/Hackett/Collins) ---------------------------------------------------------------------- BOTH INSTRUMENTALS LINKED TOGETHER ---------------------------------------------------------------------- AFTERGLOW (Banks) ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Like the dust that settles all around me I must find a new home The ways and holes that used to give me shelter Are all as one to me now But I, I would search everywhere Just to hear your call And walk upon stranger roads that this one In a world I used to know before I miss you more Than the sun reflecting off my pillow Bringing the warmth of new life And the sounds that echoe all around me I caught a glimpse of in the night But now, now I've lost everything I gave to you my soul The meaning of all that I believed before Escapes me in this world of none, no thing, no one And I would search everywhere Just to hear your call And walk upon stranger roads than this one Ina world I used to know before For now I've last everything I gave to you my soul The meaning of all that I believed before Escapes me in this world of none I miss you more ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Phil Collins: Voices, Drums, Cymbals, Percussion Steve Hackett: Electric Guitars, Nylon Classical, Electric and 12 string, Kalimba, Auto-harp Mike Rutherford: Basses, 4, 6 and 8 string, Electric and 12 String Acoustic gutars, Bass Pedals Tony Banks: Steinway Grand Piano, ARP 2600 and Pro-Soloist Synthesizers, Hammond Organ, Mellotron, Roland String Synthesider , Fender Rhodes Piano, etc.
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