• Theme For An Imaginary Western
  • Never Tell Your Mother She's Out Of Tune
  • Rope Ladder To The Moon
  • Weird Of Hermiston
  • He The Richmond
  • The Ministry Of Bag
  • The Clearout
  • Born To Be Blue
  • To Isengard
  • Tickets To Waterfalls
  • Folk Song
  • Over The Cliff
  • Keep It Down
  • You Burned The Tables On Me
  • Can You Follow?
  • Sunshine Of Your Love
  • Morning Story
  • White Room
  • Boston Ball Game, 1967
  • Statues
  • Dancing On Air
  • Smiles And Grins
  • Politician
  • Boston Ball Game 1967
  • Escape To The Royal Wood (On Ice)
  • Can You Follow
  • Things We Like
  • There's A Forest
  • Candlelight
  • Ships In The Night
  • Theme From An Imaginary Western
  • Tickets to Water Falls
  • A Letter Of Thanks
  • HCKHH Blues
  • Post War
  • Lost In The City (Jam Mix)
  • Ballad For Arthur
  • Reach for the Night
  • Pieces Of Mind
  • Born Under A Bad Sign
  • Without A Word
  • Golden Days
  • Victoria Sage
  • LIFE ON EARTH
  • NO SURRENDER
  • Fields of Forever
  • I Feel Free
  • The Consul at Sunset
  • Jet Set Jewel
  • Running Through Our Hands


The smiles on city windows,
It's only the weekly cleaner
The dials on all the faces
Are gradually getting nearer
So make it careful when you can
Forget it if you've read the plan
Call a friend when you're in doubt
Nights are hard when you're locked out

Grins painted on radiators
Are only the teeth of laughter
The numbers of all the victories
Are stenciled on soon after
So don't regret the leaves that fall
Have a little have it all
Take a bit give just as much
Nights are hard without the touch/crutch

The smiling suburban collars
They power the city's cisterns
Whenever they pull the trainchain/They gradually start the pistons
So keep your hair on if you can
When you're living in a van
Call a friend when you're in doubt
Nights are hoarse when you're locked out

Grins painted on petrol tigers
Are only the tanks of porter
Statistics of all the campaigns
Are written down on water
So don't regret the cars that rust
Everything must turn to dust
Cultivate and dig your croft
Nights are hard when you've gone soft

Lovers in the dark
Murders in the park
By the silver moon
Blankets from the fear
Cars when roads are near
Winter's much too soon


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