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Cream Album


Gold (2005)
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N.S.U. (Live)
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Rollin' & Tumblin' (Live)
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Spoonful (Live)
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Crossroads (Live)
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Toad (Live)
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Feel when I dance with you,
We move like the sea.
You, you're all I want to know.
I feel free, I feel free, I feel free.

I can walk down the street, there's no one there
Though the pavements are one huge crowd.
I can drive down the road; my eyes don't see,
Though my mind wants to cry out loud.

I feel free, I feel free, I feel free.

I can walk down the street, there's no one there
Though the pavements are one huge crowd.
I can drive down the road; my eyes don't see,
Though my mind wants to cry out loud,
Though my mind wants to cry out loud.

Dance floor is like the sea,
Ceiling is the sky.
You're the sun and as you shine on me,
I feel free, I feel free, I feel free.

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Driving in my car,
Smoking my cigar,
The only time I'm happy's when I play my guitar.

Sailing in my yacht,
What a lot I got,
Happiness is something that just cannot be bought.

I've been in and I'm out,
I've been up and down,
I don't want to go until I've been all around.

What's it all about,
Anyone in doubt,
I don't want to go until I've found it all out.

. . .


Who wants the worry, the hurry of city life.
Money, nothing funny; wasting the best of our life.

Sweet wine, hay making, sunshine day breaking.
We can wait till tomorrow.
Car speed, road calling, bird freed, leaf falling.
We can bide time.

Repeat Second Verse

Repeat First Verse

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chorus
I'm so glad
I'm so glad
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
(reapt one time)

don't know what to do
don't know what to do
don't know what to do

tired of weeping
tired of moaning
tired of crying for you

chorus

tired of weeping
tired of moaning
tired of groaning for you

chorus repeat 8 times with
one extra I'm glad on 6th time

. . .


Strange brew -- kill what's inside of you.

She's a witch of trouble in electric blue,
In her own mad mind she's in love with you.
With you.
Now what you gonna do?
Strange brew -- kill what's inside of you.

She's some kind of demon messing in the glue.
If you don't watch out it'll stick to you.
To you.
What kind of fool are you?
Strange brew -- kill what's inside of you.

On a boat in the middle of a raging sea,
She would make a scene for it all to be
Ignored.
And wouldn't you be bored?
Strange brew --kill what's inside of you.

Strange brew, strange brew, strange brew, strange brew.
Strange brew --kill what's inside of you.

. . .


It's getting near dawn,
When lights close their tired eyes.
I'll soon be with you my love,
To give you my dawn surprise.
I'll be with you darling soon,
I'll be with you when the stars start falling.

I've been waiting so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love.

I'm with you my love,
The light's shining through on you.
Yes, I'm with you my love,
It's the morning and just we two.
I'll stay with you darling now,
I'll stay with you till my seeds are dried up.

Chorus

Second Verse

I've been waiting so long
I've been waiting so long
I've been waiting so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love.

. . .


Outside my window is a tree
Outside my window is a tree
There only for me
And it stands in the grey of the city
No time for pity for the tree or me

There is a world of pain
In the falling rain
Around me

Is there a reason for today?
Is there a reason for today?
Do you remember?
I can hear all the cries of the city
No time for pity for a growing tree

There is a world of pain
In the falling rain
Around me

Outside my window is a tree
Outside my window is a tree
There only for me
And it stands in the grey of the city
No time for pity for the tree or me

There is a world of pain
In the falling rain
Around me

. . .


You thought the leaden winter would bring you down forever,
But you rode upon a steamer to the violence of the sun.

And the colors of the sea blind your eyes with trembling mermaids,
And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses:
How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing,
For the sparkling waves are calling you to kiss their white laced lips.

And you see a girl's brown body dancing through the turquoise,
And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea.
And when your fingers find her, she drowns you in her body,
Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind.

The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers,
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.

Her name is Aphrodite and she rides a crimson shell,
And you know you cannot leave her for you touched the distant sands
With tales of brave Ulysses; how his naked ears were tortured
By the sirens sweetly singing.

The tiny purple fishes run lauging through your fingers,
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.

. . .


Coming to me in the morning, leaving me at night.
Coming to me in the morning, leaving me alone.
You've got that rainbow feel but the rainbow has a beard.

Running to me a-cryin' when he throws you out.
Running to me a-cryin', on your own again.
You've got that pure feel, such good responses,
But the picture has a mustache.

You're coming to me with that soulful look on your face,
Coming looking like you've never ever done one wrong thing.

You're coming to me with that soulful look on your face.
You're coming looking like you've never ever done one wrong thing.

So many fantastic colors; I feel in a wonderland.
Many fantastic colors makes me feel so good.
You've got that pure feel, such good responses.
You've got that rainbow feel but the rainbow has a beard.

. . .


Please open your eyes.
Try to realize.
I found out today we're going wrong,
We're going wrong.

Please open your mind.
See what you can find.
I found out today we're going wrong,
We're going wrong.

We're going wrong.
We're going wrong.
We're going wrong.

. . .


In a white room with black curtains near the station.
Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
Dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment.
I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines;
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.
You said no strings could secure you at the station.
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows.
I walked into such a sad time at the station.
As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning.
I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back;
Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves.
At the party she was kindest in the hard crowd.
Consolation for the old wound now forgotten.
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes.
She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.
I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd;
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves.

. . .


One summer day, she went away;
Gone and left me, she's gone to stay.

She's gone, but I don't worry:
I'm sitting on top of the world.

All the summer, worked all this fall.
Had to take Christmas in my overalls.

Chorus

Going down to the freight yard, gonna catch me a freight train.
Going to leave this town; worked and got to home.

Chorus

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It is a cold winter
Away is the songbird
And gone is her traveller
She waits at home

The sun is on holiday
No leaves on the trees
The animals sleep
While cold north wind blows

The snowflakes are falling
The roof a white blanket
There's ice on the windowpane
She waits alone

She sits by the fireside
The room is so warm
Her children are sleeping
She waits in their home

Passing the time
Passing the time
Everything fine
Passing the time, having the wine
Passing the time, drinking red wine
Passing the time, everything fine
Passing the time, drinking red wine
Passing the time, everything fine
Passing the time, drinking red wine
Passing the time, everything fine
Passing the time, wine and time rhyme
Passing the time

It is a long winter
Away is the summer
She waits for her traveller
So far from home

She sits by the fireside
The room is so warm
There's ice on the window
She's lonely alone

. . .


Hey now baby, get into my big black car.
Hey now baby, get into my big black car.
I want to just show you what my politics are.

I'm a political man and I practice what I preach.
I'm a political man and I practice what I preach.
So don't deny me baby, not while you're in my reach.

I support the left, though I'm leaning, leaning to the right.
I support the left, though I'm leaning to the right.
But I'm just not there when it's coming to a fight.

Hey now baby, get into my big black car.
Hey now baby, get into my big black car.
I want to just show you what my politics are.

. . .


When the city of Atlantis stood serene above the sea,
Long time before our time when the world was free,
Those were the days.

Golden cymbals flying on ocarina sounds,
Before wild Medusa's serpents gave birth to hell
Disguised as heaven.

Those were the days, yes they were, those were the days.
Those were their ways, miracles everywhere are they now?
They're gone.
Those were their ways, yes they were, those were their ways.
Those were the days, yes they were, those were the days.

Tie your painted shoes and dance, blue daylight in your hair,
Overhead a noiseless eagle fans a flame.
Wonder everywhere.

Those were the days, yes they were, those were the days.
Those were their ways, miracles everywhere are they now?
They're gone.
Those were their ways, yes they were, those were their ways.
Those were the days, yes they were, those were the days.

. . .


Born under a bad sign
i've been down since i began to crawl
if it wasn't for bad luck
i wouldn't have no luck at all

bad luck and trouble is my only friend
i've been down ever since i was ten

Born under a bad sign
i've been down since i began to crawl
if it wasn't for bad luck
i wouldn't have no luck at all

More wine and women
is all i crave
big bad women gunna carry me to my grave

Born under a bad sign
i've been down since i began to crawl
if it wasn't for bad luck
i wouldn't have no luck at all

bad luck and trouble is my only friend
i've been down ever since i was ten

Born under a bad sign
i've been down since i began to crawl
if it wasn't for bad luck
i wouldn't have no luck
if it wasn't for real bad luck
i wouldn't have no luck at all

born under a bad sign
born under a bad sign

. . .


Upon this street where time has died.
The golden treat you never tried.
In times of old, in days gone by.
If I could catch your dancing eye.

It was on the way,
On the road to dreams, yeah.
Now my heart's drowned in no love streams, yeah.

The street is cold, its trees are gone.
The story's told the dark has won.
Once we set sail to catch a star.
We had to fail, it was too far.

It was on the way,
On the road to dreams, yeah.
Now my heart's drowned in no love streams, yeah.

I felt the wind shout like a drum.
You said, "My friend, love's end has come."
It couldn't last, had to stop.
You drained it all to the last drop.

It was on the way,
On the road to dreams, yeah.
Now my heart's drowned in no love streams, yeah.
Now my heart's drowned in no love streams, yeah.

On this dark street the sun is black.
The winter life is coming back.
On this dark street it's cold inside.
There's no retreat from time that's died.

It was on the way,
On the road to dreams, yeah.
Now my heart's drowned in no love streams, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now my heart's drowned in no love streams, yeah.
Now my heart's drowned in no love.

. . .


Twice apon a time
In the valley of the tears
An auctioneer is bidding
For a box of fading years
And the elephants are dancing
On the graves of squeeling mice
Anyone for tennis?
Wouldn't that be nice

And the ice creams are all melting
On the streets of bloody beard
While the beggars stain the pavements
With florecent Christmas cheer
And the Bentley driving guru
Is putting up his price
Anyone for Tennis?
Wouldn't that be nice

And the Prophets in the boutiques
Give out messages of hope
With gingle bells
and fairy tales
and blind providing scopes
and you can tell that all their saying
Underneath the pretty lights
Anyone for tennis?
Wouldn't that be nice

Yellow buddist monkeys
playing brightly at the zoo
you can bring a bowl of rice
and then a glass of water
To her to taste

Setting up the chess board
While death roles out the dice
Anyone for tennis?
Wouldn't that be nice

. . .


Thinkin' 'bout the times you drove in my car.
Thinkin' that I might have drove you too far.
And I'm thinkin' 'bout the love that you laid on my table.

I told you not to wander 'round in the dark.
I told you 'bout the swans, that they live in the park.
Then I told you 'bout our kid, now he's married to Mabel.

Yes, I told you that the light goes up and down.
Don't you notice how the wheel goes 'round?
And you better pick yourself up from the ground
Before they bring the curtain down,
Yes, before they bring the curtain down.

Talkin' 'bout a girl that looks quite like you.
She didn't have the time to wait in the queue.
She cried away her life since she fell off the cradle.

. . .


When I was young, they gave me a mongrel piano
Spent all my time inventing the cup of tea
Writing your name in the sea
Banging my fav'rite head

Missing the last bed, waving the cheery herring
Balancing brass bands on the tip of my toe
Phoning your home from a tree
Drinking my fav'rite loch

When I was old, they gave me a model factory
I met three salads on the motorway
Leaving your name at the door
Breaking my fav'rite egg

Missing the walrus, sharing my last banana
Balancing zeppelins on the end of my nose
Calling your name in the zoo
Blowing my fav'rite mind

. . .


Dainties in a jam-jar, Parson's colour in the sky
Water in a fountain doesn't get me very high
Moby Dick and Albert making out with Captain Bligh

So you know what you know in your head
Will you, won't you, do you
Don't you know when a head's dead?
What a bringdown

Winter leader Lou is grownin', Hampstead's in the north
Betty B's been wearin' daisies since the twenty-fourth
Wears a gunner when there's one more coming forth

And you know what you know in your head
Will you, won't you, do you
Don't you wanna go to bed?
What a bringdown

There's a tea leaf about in the family
Full of nothin', their fairy tale
There's a tea leaf a-floatin' now for Rosalie
They'll believe in ding-dong bell

Take a butchers at the dodginesses of Old Bill
Aristotle's orchestra are living on the pill
One of them gets very, very prickly when he's ill

And you know what you know in your head
Will you, won't you, do you
Don't you wanna make more bread?
What a bringdown
Yeah

. . .


Driving in my car,
Smoking my cigar,
The only time I'm happy's when I play my guitar.

Sailing in my yacht,
What a lot I got,
Happiness is something that just cannot be bought.

I've been in and I'm out,
I've been up and down,
I don't want to go until I've been all around.

What's it all about,
Anyone in doubt,
I don't want to go until I've found it all out.

. . .


I'm a sleepy time baby,
A sleepy time boy.
Work only maybe,
Life is a joy.

We'll have a sleepy time time,
We'll have a sleepy time time,
We'll have a sleepy time time,
We'll have a sleepy time time.
Sleepy time time,
Sleepy time time all the time.

Asleep in the daytime,
Asleep at night.
Life is all playtime,
Working ain't right.

We'll have a sleepy time time,
We'll have a sleepy time time,
We'll have a sleepy time time,
We'll have a sleepy time time.
Sleepy time time,
Sleepy time all the time.

I have my Sunday,
That ain't no lie.
But on Monday morning
Comes my favourite cry.

We'll have a sleepy time time,
We'll have a sleepy time time,
We'll have a sleepy time time,
We'll have a sleepy time time.
Sleepy time time,
Sleepy time all the time.

. . .

Rollin' & Tumblin'

[No lyrics]

. . .


Could fill spoons full of diamonds,
Could fill spoons full of gold.
Just a little spoon of your precious love
Will satisfy my soul.

Men lies about it.
Some of them cries about it.
Some of them dies about it.
Everything's a-fightin' about the spoonful.
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful.
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful.
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful.
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful.

Could fill spoons full of coffee,
Could fill spoons full of tea.
Just a little spoon of your precious love;
Is that enough for me?

Chorus

Could fill spoons full of water,
Save them from the desert sands.
But a little spoon of your forty-five
Saved you from another man.

Chorus

. . .


I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees.
I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees.
Asked the Lord above for mercy, "Save me if you please."

I went down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride.
I went down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride.
Nobody seemed to know me, everybody passed me by.

I'm going down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side.
I'm going down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side.
You can still barrelhouse, baby, on the riverside.

You can run, you can run, tell my friend-poor Willie Brown.
You can run, you can run, tell my friend-poor Willie Brown.
And I'm standing at the crossroads, believe I'm sinking down.

. . .


It's getting near dawn,
When lights close their tired eyes.
I'll soon be with you my love,
To give you my dawn surprise.
I'll be with you darling soon,
I'll be with you when the stars start falling.

I've been waiting so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love.

I'm with you my love,
The light's shining through on you.
Yes, I'm with you my love,
It's the morning and just we two.
I'll stay with you darling now,
I'll stay with you till my seeds are dried up.

Chorus

Second Verse

I've been waiting so long
I've been waiting so long
I've been waiting so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love.

. . .


chorus
I'm so glad
I'm so glad
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
(reapt one time)

don't know what to do
don't know what to do
don't know what to do

tired of weeping
tired of moaning
tired of crying for you

chorus

tired of weeping
tired of moaning
tired of groaning for you

chorus repeat 8 times with
one extra I'm glad on 6th time

. . .

Toad

[No lyrics]

. . .


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