Down by the seaside
See the boats go sailin’
Can the people hear
Oh, what the little fish are sayin’?
Oh, oh, people turned away
Oh, people turned away
The first thing that I saw as,
The fisherman smiled at me
The fields of empty people
Floating out to sea
The rain lashed down in darkness
A lizard blinked an eye
And time stopped in the silence
The small fish gave a cry
Tiny purple fishes
Run laughing through your fingers
And you want to take her with you
To the hard land of the winter
Little fish, big fish, swimming in the water
Come back here, man, gimme my daughter
Little fish, big fish, swimming in the water
Come back here, man, gimme my daughter
Midnight on the water.
I saw the ocean’s daughter.
Walking on a wave, she came,
Staring as she called my name.
And I can’t get it out of my head,
No, I can’t get it out of my head.
Now my old world is gone for dead
'Cos I can’t get it out of my head.
The first time together, how simple, how rare
And just when you thought you’d forgot how to care
And though you feel much more than you dare to show
The first time it happens, you know
(Speaking as an ELO nerd, the line, as shown on the lyrics sheet for that album, is actually “Walking on a wave’s chicane.” But, it’s an obscure word, and “she came” fits the rhyme better.)
In play:
Well, I remember, I remember, don’t worry
How could I ever forget?
It’s the first time
The last time we ever met
But I know the reason why you keep your silence up
No, you don’t fool me
Well, the hurt doesn’t show, but the pain still grows
It’s no stranger to you and me
She walks every day through the streets of New Orleans
She is innocent and young, from a family of means
I have stood many times outside her window at night
To struggle with my instincts in the pale moonlight
How could I be this way when I pray to God above?
I must love what I destroy, destroy the thing I love
Oh, you’ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there’s a moon over Bourbon Street
[Even the liner notes are often written by record label flunkies guesstimating them, and not necessarily with the official lyricist’s seal of approval. “Chicane” sounds like just such an ungrammatical and nonsensical mondegreen (as a racing fan I know exactly what one is), likely by a non-English speaker too. Lyric sites online of course absolutely cannot be trusted, if that is actually where you got it from.]
Dreaming of Mercy Street
Wear your inside out
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddy’s arms again
Dreaming of Mercy Street
I swear they moved that sign
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddy’s arms
Quoted it from there, but I remember reading it from the lyric sheet on the album, back in the early '80s.
Hey, you don’t know me, but you don’t like me
Say you care less how I feel
But how many of you that sit and judged me
Ever walked the streets of Bakersfield?
Spent some time in San Francisco
I spent a night there in the can
They threw this drunk man in my jail cell
I took fifteen dollars from that man
If you don’t know me by now
You will never, never, never know me
If You Don’t Know Me By Now – Harold Melvin and the Blue Notes
-“BB”-
The only one I know, has come to take me away
The only one I know, is mine when she stitches me
The only one I see, has found an aching in me
The only one I see, has turned her tongue into me
The Only One I Know - The Charlatans
They´re coming to take me away,
Haha, they´re coming to take me away,
Ho ho, hee hee, ha ha,
To the funny farm
Where life is beautiful all the time
And I´ll be happy to see
Those nice young men
In their clean white coats
And they´re coming to take me AWAY,
HA HAAAA
I thought that they were angels
Much to my surprise
We climbed aboard their starship
And headed for the skies
Sing: Come sail away, come sail away
Come and sail away with me
Come, Josephine, in my flying machine, going up, she goes. Up, she goes
Balance yourself like a bird on a beam in the air she goes; there she goes
Up, up, a little bit higher!
Oh, my! The moon is on fire!
Come, Josephine, in my flying machine, going up! Hold on! Goodbye!
Going up, she goes! Up, she goes!
In the air she goes! There she goes!
Up, up!
Oh, my!
Going up! Hold on! Goodbye!
But somehow I can’t believe that anything should happen
I know where I belong, and nothing’s gonna happen
Cuz she’s so high, high above me, she’s so lovely
She’s so high, like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, or Aphrodite
She’s so high, high above me
(Tal Bachman! <3 )
You’ve blown it all sky high
By telling me a lie
Without a reason why
You’ve blown it all sky high
You, you’ve blown it all sky high
Our love had wings to fly
We could have touched the sky
You’ve blown it all sky high
You’ve got to lift yourself up so high
You can’t see the ground
You don’t hear a sound
You’ve got to move it up so slow
You see it all
You’ll probably fall
I’d rather die than see you fly
Than see you try
All I’m doing is aiding
All I offer to give is a helping hand
But I cannot see but two feet in front of me
So try to understand
When you’re caught in a doorway
And a fire is nipping at your heel
When you’re caught on a sinking ship
Enjoy your trip and pray it isn’t real