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The Sailor's Hornpipe

Vocals: Vivian Stanshall

From outside, an ordinary house. A great house, true - four hundred and eighty three rooms, each one with its own marble wash basin and douche, bidet as it may. But inside, and the positions are reversed. A human failing, some say a disease, but a disease that Sir Francis Dashwood knew, and knew it well.

Upstairs, inside and a revelation. It's a discotheque. No, no, uh.. there are paintings, real, and look here - a rare seventeenth century masterpiece, and if I can scrape a little of it off, beneath I can find hidden a fourteenth century underpiece.

Made entirely of tiny pieces of eggshells, this lurid work has caused controversy in the world of embroidery and anthropologicky. No, I'll say it again, anthropolology. Umm.. no quite possibly make an anthropol, no, uh, I mean an apolog..ph.. It has enthralled distinguished professors, and in layman's language is "blinking well baffling".

But to be more obtusely, "buggered if I know." Yes, "buggered if I know." And that's all we've gleaned so far from experts in fourteenth century painting, renaissance, greengrocers, and recently revived members of the public. Buggered if I know.

Vivian Stanshall, about three o'clock in the morning,
Oxfordshire, 1973, Goodnight.

The Rio Grande

Vocals: Classes 2 and 3 Queen's College London

We're homeward bound across the blue sea
Going home
We're homeward bound across the blue sea,
And we're come from the old country
And away, love, away
Going home
We're homeward bound this very day,
And we're come from the old country

The sails are unfold and the anchor's aweigh
Going home
She yeilds to the breeze as she gathers her way,
And we're come from the old country
And away, love, away
Going home
We're homeward bound this very day,
And we're come from the old country

We're homeward bound across the blue sea
Going home
We're homeward bound across the blue sea,
And we're come from the old country
And away, love, away
Going home
We're homeward bound this very day,
And we're come from the old country

Speak (Tho' you Only Say Farewell)

Vocals: Mike Oldfield and David Bedford

Speak, vision of the night,
Tell me why you haunt me so
Speak, heaven morning light,
Whisper all my heart would know

Dawn, ever finds you gone
Back to where the shadows dwell
Speak, my beloved, speak,
Tho' you only say farewell

When doubts and fears cause their tears that blind me,
Why be down if you've come to find me?
Speak to me and I'll follow,
Leaving all the world behind me

Can those eyes, calm and wise, deceive me?
While I still know the thrill of your
Mystic shade, dare fade and leave me,
Arms high and low

Speak, vision of the night,
Tell me why you haunt me so
Speak, heaven morning light,
Whisper all my heart would know

Dawn, ever finds you gone
Back to where the shadows dwell
Speak, my beloved, speak,
Tho' you only say farewell

Speak! Speak!


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