Traffic Album

Here's a little song, you can all join in with
It's very simple and I hope it's new
Make your own words up if you want to
Any old words that you think will do, yeah
Yellow, blue, what'll I do?
Maybe I'll just sit here thinking
Black, white, stop the fight
Does one of these colours ever bother you?

Here's a little dance you can all join in with
It's very simple and I hope it's new
Make your own steps up if you want to
Any old steps that you think will do
Left, right, don't get uptight
Keep in line and you'll be alright
Clap hands, move around
Make sure no one puts you down

Here's a little world you can all join in with
It's very simple and I hope it's new
Make your own life up if you want to
Any old life that you think will do
Love, yeah, it's nothing new
There's someone much worse off than you are
Help me set them free
Just be what you want to be

Here's a little song you can all join in with
It's very simple and I hope it's new
Make your own words up if you want to
Any old words that you think will do

I bought a sequined suit from a pearly queen
And she could drink more wine than I'd ever seen
She had some gypsies' blood flowing through her feet
And when the time was right she said that I would meet
My destiny

I traveled round the world to find the sun
I couldn't stop myself from having fun


And then one day I met an Indian girl
And she made me forget this troubled world
We're living in

I had a strange dream. In my hair
I saw a pearly queen lying there
And all around her feet flowers bloomed
But they were made of silk and sequins two by two

(Mason)

Don't be sad, I just want to see you get through
All I have, it's yours if you think it helps you
Good or bad, there's no one can really judge you
You just have to come to your own conclusion
There is only one who means more than all to me
And through the lady, in a dream I've learned to live with everyone
Mother, father, all my friends, have seen me have my day
But now I see that there's no need in trying to run, though it's been fun
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(Winwood/Capaldi)


We are not like all the rest, you can see us any day of the week
Come around, sit down, take a sniff, fall asleep
Baby, you don't have to speak
I'd like to show you where it is but then it wouldn't even mean a thing
Nothing is easy, baby, just please me, who knows what tomorrow may bring?
If for just one moment you could step outside your mind
And float across the ceiling, I don't think the folks would mind
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Seems I've got to have a change of scene
Cause every night I have the strangest dream
Imprisoned by the way it couldn't be
Left here on my own or so it seems
I've got to leave before I start to scream
But someone's locked the door and took the key

Ya feelin' alright?
I'm not feelin' too good myself
Well, ya feelin' Alright?
I'm not feelin' too good myself

Well boy you sure took me for one big ride
And even now I sit and wonder why
That when I think of you I start to cry
I just can't waste my time I must keep dry
Got to stop believin' in all your lies
Cause there's too much to do before I die

Ya feelin' alright?
I'm not feelin' too good myself
Well, ya feelin' alright?
I'm not feelin' too good myself

Don't get too lost in all I say
Like the time I really felt that way
But that was then and now it's today
Can't get off yet and so I'm here to stay
Till' someone comes along and takes my place
With a different name, yes, and a different face

Ya Feelin' alright?
I'm not feelin' too good myself
Well, ya feelin' alright?
I'm not feelin' too good myself

Tell me how you want me to be, then look again and you will see
That I'm still the same love
Think me into any shape, your twisted mind has no escape
But don't be ashamed, love, it's just a game, love
But don't be ashamed, love, it's just a game, love
You can learn how to play


Born like you were in a terrible mess, didn't know what it was to have a new dress
You just wanted to scream out my name
Till somebody said, 'Let me take you to bed'
And with money and lies they filled up your head
You were barely thirteen, a child from the villages
So fresh on the scene

(Winwood/Capaldi)

Forty thousand headmen couldn't make me change my mind
If I had to take the choice between the deafman and the blind
I know just where my feet should go and that's enough for me
I turned around and knocked them down and walked across the sea

Hadn't traveled very far when suddenly I saw
Three small ships a-sailing out towards a distant shore
So lighting up a cigarette I followed in pursuit
And found a secret cave where they obviously stashed their loot

Filling up my pockets, even stuffed it up my nose
I must have weighed a hundred tons between my head and toes
I ventured forth before the dawn had time to change its mind
And soaring high above the clouds I found a golden shrine

Laying down my treasure before the iron gate
Quickly rang the bell hoping I hadn't come too late
But someone came along and told me not to waste my time
And when I asked him who he was he said, 'Just look behind'

So I turned around and forty thousand headmen bit the dirt
Firing twenty shotguns each and man, it really hurt
But luckily for me they had to stop and then reload
And by the time they'd done that I was heading down the road
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Somebody's cryin' to be heard
And there's also someone
Who hears every word

Sail across the ocean
With your back against the wind
Listening to nothing save
The calling of a bird
And when the rain begins to fall,
Don't you start to curse
It may be just the tears
Of someone that you never heard

Somebody's cryin' to be heard
And there's also someone
Who hears every word

Reflected in the water
Is a face that you don't know
And isn't it surprising
When you find out it's your own?
And so you try to find out
Whether it is friend or foe
And what it wants to know,
And what it wants to know

Somebody's cryin' to be heard
And there's also someone
Who hears every word

Well, you're wrapped up in your little world
And no one can get in
You sit and think of everything then
You wonder where you've been
You put the blame on someone
That you've hardly ever known
And then you realize too late
The blame was all your own

Somebody's cryin' to be heard
And there's also someone
Who hears every word

Sail across the ocean
With your back against the wind
Listening to nothing save
The calling of a bird
And when the rain begins to fall,
Don't you start to curse
It may be just the tears
Of someone that you never heard

Somebody's cryin' to be heard
And there's also someone
Who hears every word

(Winwood/Capaldi)

As time begins to burn itself upon me
And the days are growing very short
People try their hardest to reject me
But in a way, their conscience won't be caught

Something's happening to me day by day
My pebble on the beach is getting washed away
I've given everything that was mine to give
And now I'll turn around and find that there's no time to live

So often I have seen that big wheel of fortune
Spinning for the man who holds the ace
There's many who would change their places for him
But none of them have ever seen his lonely face
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(Winwood/Capaldi)

Well, you told me you were sorry, when I needed your advice
And I was too confused to see the meaning
Like Peter, you disowned me with a voice as cold as ice
And before the fire died and they were leaving

I'm a means to an end and everybody's friend
To a richman, poorman, beggar man or thief
From my heart I send a messenger to bend
And take your mind from agony and grief

Oh, sweet silence without kings and queens
No one here has ever reached your centre
Better to be quiet than to speak without a thought
Or you may lose the meaning of your venture
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F.S. Music Ltd (PRS) & Island Music Ltd. (PRS)
All rights on behalf of F.S. Music Ltd. admin by
Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp (BMI)