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RELEASES

Too Close To Heaven: The Unreleased Fisherman's Blues Sessions(2001)

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LYRICS
All written by Mike Scott, copyright 2001 Sony Music/Copyright control except "On My Way To Heaven" traditional and "A Home In The Meadow" by Cahn and Newman, copyright EMI Music




ON MY WAY TO HEAVEN

I'm on my way to Heaven - don't you want to go ?
I'm on my way to Heaven - don't you want to go ?
I'm on my way to Heaven - don't you want to go ?
Yes, I want to go !

We've got the keys to the Kingdom - don't you want to go ?
We've got the keys to the kingdom - don't you want to go ?
We've got the keys to the Kingdom - don't you want to go ?
Yes, I want to go !

We're going up to the Holy City - don't you want to go ?
We're going up to the Holy City - don't you want to go ?
We're going up to the Holy City - don't you want to go ?
Yes, I want to go !

A Golden Age is coming - don't you want to go ?
A Golden Age is coming - don't you want to go ?
A Golden Age is coming - don't you want to go ?
Yes, I want to go !

I'm on my way to Heaven - don't you want to go ?
I'm on my way to Heaven - don't you want to go ?
I'm on my way to Heaven - don't you want to go ?
Yes I want to...
Yes I want to...
Yes I want to go !

All aboard this train !




HIGHER IN TIME

The mountain is steep, the ditches are deep
the task in hand is making us weep
but here's a promise I intend to keep
Seed it in your mind
and say it each night before you sleep
We will climb
Higher in time

You've got a head full of trouble and a ship to build
You believe you won't make it but you know you will
You feel you need your cup refilled
well, fill it out of mine
We'll drop the defences, pool our skill
and we will climb
Higher in time

I've been to the bottom and I've been on the train
I've slept in the gutter with my head in a drain
I've been brutally proud, I've been mortally shamed
but this is not a crime
I'm just learning my friends that it's all in the game
and we will climb
Higher in time




THE LADDER

Once in my lifetime I intend to see
the Ladder ascending in front of me

I've been searching without
I've been searchin within
Up, down, all around, roundabout
here and there, out and in

Because once in my lifetime I intend to see
the Ladder ascending in front of me

I have a come a long way
over oceans and hills
I'm weary and unwhole
and I need my cup refilled

Once in my lifetime I intend to see
the Ladder ascending in front of me



TOO CLOSE TO HEAVEN

All your trouble will be over, so will your pain
you are gonna see those blue skies bursting right through the rain
The higher you climb, the lower you fall
You got too close to heaven, that's all

Now in the morning you can cry all you want to
- we'll spend the whole day weeping
Right now I want you to lay down your weary head
and let me see you sleeping
You've been walking around baby, inflamed and ashamed
feeling like you're one inch tall
You got too close to heaven, that's all

You're way too hard on yourself baby
- you got some pretty basic things wrong
You wouldn't believe me if I told you why I wrote you into this song
You're looking at your heart baby, and you're calling it black
but like Icarus and like Saul
You got too close to heaven, that's all

Now I know this hurt you're feeling - I've felt these same things too
I've got spaces way down deep inside of me that are just the same as you
You wanna wrap your arms around your head, turn out the lights
and roll yourself into a ball
You got too close to heaven, that's all

Are you blinded by the brilliance ?
Are you dazzled by the Light ?
Why is it I see nothing but emptiness in your tired beaten eyes
that once were bright
I know you just can't help but run when you hear that sweet voice call
You got too close to heaven, that's all

I walked a mile for you baby
so won't you smile for me baby ?




GOOD MAN GONE

I'm staring at a stranger in the mirror
he's looking like a ghost in human form
that used to be my head
but the occupant has fled
Lord, where's the good man gone ?

My eyes are like two troopers in a foxhole
I'm doing things I used to know were wrong
I've hurt all my friends
and I'll do it again
Lord, where's the good man gone ?

There's a woman, Lord, somewhere in this city
I've got to put her in my song
I'm treating her unkind
and I don't mind
Lord, where's the good man gone
and is he coming back ?



BLUES FOR YOUR BABY

Well, Mister Saxman, how do you do ?
There's nobody here but me and you
You've been blowin' all night I know and you need your sleep
but before you go to bed, man, make me weep

You played a blues for your baby
now play a blues for me
You played a blues for your baby
now play a blues for me

Aw Mister Saxman, don't be shy
don't be complainin that your mouth is dry
I got a bottle of something right here in my coat
stone guaranteed to lubricate your throat

You played a blues for your baby
now play a blues for me
You played a blues for your baby
now play a blues for me

Now Mister Saxman I know you play your horn
like every shred of your soul was tattered and torn
You can make it sound like crying,
you make it sound like a full flood of tears
bring that thing over here
Let me hear you play it for the lost and lonely
play it for the tricked and misused
Let me hear you play it for every storm-blown disappointed soul
for every heart that's been abused
Let me hear you play it for all the women in the world
- and make it blue
And Mister Saxman play it for me
because I'm hurting too

You played a blues for your baby
now play a blues for me
You played a blues for your baby
now play a blues for me





CUSTER'S BLUES

You look just like General Custer
on the day of his last stand
heading up proud and glorious
singing this land is my land
sword by your side
map in your hand
heading up into the rain
singing this land is my land

Now I've seen your dust rising
lord, your horses smell !
I've seen you crossin across the bad lands
towing your line as well
I've watched you while you're sleeping
seen you filling up your can
singing as you work
that this land is my land

You're busting into my country
messing up my fields
playing games in my holy places
tearing the earth with your wheels
right now your star is ascending
and your head is busting with pride
but I wonder if Custer was still singing
this land is my land when he died ?




A HOME IN THE MEADOW

Away, away, come away with me
where the grass grows wild and the winds blow free
Away, away, come away with me
and I'll build you a home in the meadow

Come, come, there's a wondrous land
for the hopeful heart and the willing hand
Come, come, there's a wondrous land
where I'll build you a home in the meadow

The stars, the stars, oh how bright they'll shine
on a world the lord himself designed
The stars, the stars, oh how bright they'll shine
on the home we will build in the meadow

Come, come, there's a wondrous land
for the hopeful heart and the willing hand
Come, come, there's a wondrous land
where I'll build you a home in the meadow




TENDERFOOTIN'

You're tenderfootin' baby
you're tenderfootin' baby
you're tenderfootin' baby
when you should be ballin' around
You're tenderfootin' baby you got your tender feet
flat back on the ground

Yeah, you're tenderfootin' baby
places that you don't belong
You're tenderfootin' baby, baby, baby
places that you don't belong
You better run baby
when you hear this song

You're tenderfootin' baby
doin' things somebody like you ought not to do
You're tenderfootin' baby
doin' things mama never told you to
I'd be on the train baby if I was you !

You're tenderfootin' baby
turnin' the lights down low
In the morning someone will be leanin' over you
and sayin' I told you so
because you will be hurt
by what you don't know






LONESOME OLD WIND

Though I try
hard as I can to fly free
that lonesome old wind keeps blowing me

I would stay
where your loving warms me night and day
close to thee
but that lonesome old wind keeps blowing me

You say this time
I must be out of my mind
Oh and I'm sure it's true
But that old wind is bending me
that old wind is sending me
and letting go is all I know how to do

Sometimes
there's a small boy in this head of mine
whispers "let it be"
but that lonesome old wind keeps blowing me

Your say I'm cruel
and you call me a fool
Oh yes and I agree
but that old wind is driving me
it wrestles and it writhes in me
and alone is all I know how to be

And when I fall
burst and broken, barely fit to crawl
hand to knee
that lonesome old wind keeps blowing me


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