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(Lyrics and music: Tim Hunter)
People say you’re too old
Too old to Rock and Roll
I say no – that ain’t so
If music is in your soul
People say you shouldn’t play
That guitar anymore
I say no – that ain’t so
I’m gonna play for sure, because
You’re only as old as you feel
Just keep on an even keel
You’ll be only as old as you feel
You’re only as old as you feel
You’re only as old as you feel
It ain’t over till it’s over, my friend
It ain’t over till it’s over, my friend
And we ain’t reached the end
(solo)
You’re only as old as you feel
Just keep on an even keel
You’ll be only as old as you feel
You’re only as old as you feel
You’re only as old as you feel
People say why do you play
Play those old records?
I say the modern world
Will only leave you bored
Give me the Golden Age
Of Rock and Riffs and Songs
Give me a melody
Then you can’t go wrong
You’re only as old as you feel
Just keep on an even keel
You’ll be only as old as you feel
You’re only as old as you feel
Just keep on an even keel
You’ll be only as old as you feel
You’re only as old as you feel
Just keep on an even keel
You’re only as old as you feel
You’re only as old as you feel
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2. |
Docklands Dreamer
03:48
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Docklands Dreamer
(Lyrics and music: Tim Hunter)
I’m a Docklands Dreamer
I came down to London Town to seek fortune and fame
I’m a Docklands Dreamer
I’m a Docklands Dreamer
Started to wonder if this is my kind of place
Wondering if maybe I need more space
Don’t like being crammed in like sardines
Only seeing concrete and nothing green
Now I know the streets ain’t paved with gold
Maybe I should go, maybe it’s oversold
I’m a Docklands Dreamer
I came down to London Town to seek fortune and fame
I’m a Docklands Dreamer
I came down to London Town to seek fortune and fame
And to make my name
I’m a Docklands Dreamer
I’m a Docklands Dreamer
Taken my guitar around the open mics in town
And I’ve decided to be homeward bound
Think I have to find some fresh air
In The Smoke I can’t find that anywhere
Now I know the streets ain’t paved with gold
Think I have to go
It is oversold
Been commuting back and forth
But this time I’m gonna stay in the north
Another lesson learnt – my bridges burnt
Yes I was a Docklands Dreamer
I came down to London Town to seek fortune and fame
Guess I was a Docklands Dreamer
I came down to London Town to seek fortune and fame
I was a Docklands Dreamer
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3. |
Cultivate Your Garden
02:40
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CULTIVATE YOUR GARDEN
(Music: Tim Hunter; Lyrics: Frederick McKinnon)
Cultivate Your Garden
giving seeds time to grow
be attentive to reaping
rewards from what you sow
You’ve travelled ‘round the world
have seen some wondrous sights
been greeted by the King
and dined with England’s best
now you must do the rest
Cultivate Your Garden
giving seeds time to grow
be attentive to reaping
rewards from what you sow
Find happiness and peace
enjoy your lovely land
use all that you have learned
live better than before
upon this distant shore
You’ve sailed the seven seas
from north to south we’ve come
to bring you nobly home
hoping you live your life
content and without strife
Cultivate Your Garden
giving seeds time to grow
be attentive to reaping
rewards from what you sow
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(Lyrics and music: Tim Hunter)
Downloads destroyed the music we enjoyed
And left us in a creative void
Don’t know when the music died
It might have been 1995
I wanted to be a pop star, like they used to be in the 1970s
Maybe I was just naïve, I believed in the dreams they weaved
I packed my day job in, to seek fortune and fame
But I soon found out that things were not the same
‘Cos I couldn’t make money, I couldn’t make a dime
There was just too much music, everywhere online.
Downloads destroyed the music we enjoyed
And left us in a creative void
Don’t know when the music died
It might have been 2005
Maybe I was just naïve, I believed in the dreams they weaved
So is this it? Should I swap my guitar
For a memory stick?
Don’t know when the music died
It might have been 2005
Don’t you want to be pop stars, like they used to be in the 1970s?
When music wasn’t thought of as free
Don’t pack your day job in, you won’t get fortune and fame
‘Cos you know these days things are not the same
No-one can make money, you cannot make a dime
There is too much music, everywhere online.
Downloads destroyed the music we enjoyed
And left us in a creative void
Downloads destroyed the music we enjoyed
And left us in a creative void
Downloads destroyed the music we enjoyed
And left us in a creative void
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5. |
Listening To The Light
03:12
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(Lyrics and music: Tim Hunter)
Can you hear the moon, can you hear the tune, that it’s playing
Can you hear the moonshine, if you can, like me, you’ve been
Listening to the light
Listening to the light
Better than listening to the Night
Can you hear the sun, let it play for everyone
Can you hear the sunshine, playing all the time, if you can,
Like me, you’ve been
Listening to the light
Listening to the light
Better than listening to the Night
I believe you can hear the light, I believe you can hear the sunshine
But the night time don't sound right,
It only sounds right when the sun is shining bright
Listening to the light
Listening to the light
Better than listening to the Night
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6. |
The Lord Of Illusion
03:57
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(Lyrics and music: Tim Hunter)
Well I used to believe you
When you told me you were doin’ something
Somehow I was taken in, I believed everything
The website looked real good
But now I realise you were only a
Lord of Illusion of Digital Delusion
Another Website Wonder
A parasite that’s goin’ under
There’s no underlying reality
It’s just a world of fantasy
Lord of Illusion of Digital Delusion
Another Website Wonder
A parasite that’s goin’ under
People try to tell you
The digital age is so good they always try to talk it up
They won’t listen to the downside
But nothing is worth anything anymore
None of it’s real can’t you see through the
Lord of Illusion of Digital Delusion
Another Website Wonder
A parasite that’s goin’ under
There’s no underlying reality
It’s just a world of fantasy
Why can’t we just delete it all?
And go back to the analogue world
Things were so much better then.
Let’s all throw away the toys
Let’s all rise above the noise
Somehow we must save ourselves from the
Lord of Illusion of Digital Delusion
Another Website Wonder
A parasite that’s goin’ under
There’s no underlying reality
It’s just a world of fantasy
Lord of Illusion of Digital Delusion
Another Website Wonder
A parasite that’s goin’ under
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Where have the songs all gone ?
(Lyrics and music: Tim Hunter)
Searching for a song from long ago,
Tryin’ to find it on the radio
Times are changing fast
Nothing seems to last
We look back to the past
Where have the songs all gone ?
Songs that could set you free
And make you sing along
All of those melodies
They were so strong
Where did they all come from ?
Where have the songs all gone ?
Sometimes it seem the songs have all been sung
There’s really nothing new under the sun
Times are changing fast
Nothing seems to last
We look back to the past
Where have the songs all gone ?
Songs that could set you free
And make you sing along
All of those melodies
They were so strong
Where did they all come from ?
Where have the songs all gone ?
Its all been done before
Nothing new seems to endure
So we need an encore
We need to hear those songs once more.
Where have the songs all gone ?
Songs that could set you free
And make you sing along
All of those melodies
They were so strong
Where did they all come from ?
Where have the songs all gone ?
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I Want to Be Somebody, Too.
(Music: Tim Hunter; Lyrics: Frederick McKinnon)
(Marguerite)
The Duchess of Kent eats caviar with flair
Marguerite Hartwig gets boiled beans as her fare
(William)
The Duke of York rides a coach trimmed with gold
William of Southwark has holes in his soles
(Marguerite)
Cleopatra rode that barge down the Nile
(William)
Even Caesar’s death in the forum had style
(Marguerite)
Helen of Troy caused a war to be fought
(William)
Henry the Eighth had six wives in his court
(William and Marguerite)
I want to be somebody, too
Society has clipped our wings
Rather than soar, we do mundane things
I want to be somebody, too
Not a nobody—one of the special few
(William)
So what if i’m born the son of a tart?
No crime, me mum had the heart of a lark
(Marguerite)
What if me dad was a bit of a lout?
‘twas everyone’s pal when drinking his stout
(William)
I would like to glimpse a future with hope
and not be known as a penniless bloke
(Marguerite)
I’d like to have a new shawl or a hat
and hear the ladies say, “oh, look at that!”
(William and Marguerite)
I want to be somebody, too
(Marguerite)
I do not need ermine or pearls
(William)
No need to hobnob with Dukes or Earls
(William and Marguerite)
I want to be somebody, too
not a nothing—more than fat in the stew
What do they have that we do not?
a title—a family name
prestige—a social game
position—pseudo fame
wealth—and fiscal pain
savoir faire—so very lame
(William and Marguerite)
I want to be somebody, too
Merely to have a piece of the pie
A speck of respect as i stroll by
I want to be somebody, too
Just a somebody – starting life anew
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9. |
(One Man) Studio Band
03:06
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(One Man) Studio Band
(Lyrics and music: Tim Hunter)
Alone in an empty house
Late nights in the studio
The day job was a bore
I wanted more - it was crazy I know
I had a Studio Band
A One Man Studio Band
A Studio Band
Just A One Man Studio Band
Then, one night I got a call
From a guy named Billy Bubb
He said that I could have it all
With a contract signed in blood
I said, I’m far too old
And I’m not chasing Fools Gold
But Bubb wouldn’t take no for an answer
He said ‘take the chance – what are you waitin’ for?
I got a Studio Band
A One Man Studio Band
A Studio Band
Just A One Man Studio Band
He said: you’ll be famous for all time
Just sign on the line
I said I’ll think about it
‘cos my studio band is fine
I got a Studio Band
A One Man Studio Band
A Studio Band
Just A One Man Studio Band
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I’LL FIND WHERE THE REAL TRUTH LIES
(Music: Tim Hunter; Lyrics: Frederick McKinnon and Tim Hunter)
(William)
My little red book is more than a history
where all is told it will be sold
the tale of Cook’s soul’s mystery
I will look inside his mind to see what secrets i will find
I will search inside his heart to see what passions play a part
I will peer inside his soul, a book of revelations, my goal
I’ll be aboard his next trip, I schemed my way on to that ship
On a ship, only so long and wide
if one looks and sometimes hides
using his ears and always his eyes
he’ll Find Where The Real Truth Lies
Find Where The Real Truth Lies
Though i admire Captain Cook
we’ll get rich and famous with my book
my little red book always at hand
it will contain personal contraband
on a ship, only so long and wide . . .
(come on, Marguerite!)
(William and Marguerite)
On a ship, so long and wide
if one looks and sometimes hides
using his ears and always his eyes
he’ll Find Where The Real Truth Lies
Find Where The Real Truth Lies
(William)
My little red book is more than a history
(Marguerite)
. . . more than a history
(William)
where all is told
(Marguerite)
where all is told
(William)
it will be sold
(Marguerite)
it will be sold
(William and Marguerite)
the tale of Cook’s soul’s mystery
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(Lyrics and music: Tim Hunter)
Going To The Great Beyond
Hoping that it won’t be long
This could be my final song
Going To The Great Beyond
This is a trip to the other side
A ticket for a one way ride
What you waiting for
Please step onboard
Going To The Great Beyond
Hoping that it won’t be long
This could be my final song
Going To The Great Beyond
You know we’ve still got room for more
Come on won’t you join the tour
What you’re going to see
Will be a mystery
Everything you believed in
Will soon be blown to the wind
Come on ride the bus
To the terminus
The Great Beyond, The Great Beyond
The Great Beyond, The Great Beyond
Going To The Great Beyond
Hoping that it won’t be long
This could be my final song
Going To The Great Beyond
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12. |
The Ghost In The Studio
03:32
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The Ghost In The Studio
(Lyrics and music: Tim Hunter)
There is no music being played here anymore
The last song was recorded many years before
But in the middle of the night
The studio is bathed in light
The mixing desk is covered in cobwebs
There’s nothing working, the speakers are all dead
Somehow a song begins to play
About a life wasted away
The Ghost In the studio
He got nowhere that he can go
His music lives beyond the grave
The Ghost In the studio
He got nowhere that he can go
His songs are on the ghost airwaves
A musical martyr
Who tried to make his name
He finally realised he only had fake fame
The Ghost In the studio
He got nowhere that he can go
His music lives beyond the grave
The Ghost In the studio
He got nowhere that he can go
His songs are on the ghost airwaves
His songs are on the ghost airwaves
His songs are on the ghost airwaves
His songs are on the ghost airwaves
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