Альбом Harry Nilsson

Nilsson

Years ago, I knew a boy
He was his daddy's biggest fan
We used to walk beside the sea
And he told me how life would be
When I grew up to be a man.

And how the mother did explain
Trying to take away the pain
But, he just couldn't understand
That his father was not a man
And it all was just a game.

The years have passed and so have I
Making it hard for me to cry
But if we wanna have a son
Let it all be said and done
Let the sadness pass him by ..

My Good Old Desk- by Harry Nilsson

Oowah Oowah ah ah ah-ah Oowah Oowah ah

My old desk doesn't arabesque,
in the morning when I first arrive.
It's a pleasure to see it's waiting there for me
to keep my hopes alive.
Such a comfort to know it's got no place to go,
it's always there.
It's the one thing I've got, a huge success,
my Good Old Desk.

My old desk never needs a rest,
and I've never once heard it cry.
I've never seen it tease, it's always there to please me
from nine to five.
Such a comfort to know, it's dependable and slow,
but it's always there.
It's the one friend I've got, a giant of all times,
my Good Old Desk.

Oowah Oowah ah ah ah-ah Oowah Oowah ah

My old desk isn't picturesque,
but it's happy as a desk can be.
We never say a word, but it's perfectly alright with me.
For when my heart's on the floor, I just open the drawer
of my favorite guest.
And what do I see? But a picture of me
working at my Good Old Desk.

Oowah Oowah ah ah ah-ah Oowah Oowah ah

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When he was young he sang in the band and the fans all looked the same
And the fans he had were younger than he and they loved to scream his name
They'd leave at the end of the third show, go home to talk of the fun
Well isn't it nice the parents would say, well isn't nice you've got someone
Someone to idolize, he must look twice his size
I think it's great, you're going through a phase
And I'm awfully glad it will all be over in a couple of days

Well the calendar changed and the pages fell off, but the singer remained the same
And he never grew tired of singing his song, and his fans still called his name
They'd leave at the end of the second show, go home to talk of the fun
For most of the fans were married by then, so they had to be in by one

I'm awfully glad the husbands would say, I'm awfully glad you got someone
Someone I realize, who used to look twice his size
I think it's great you still remember his name
And I'll bet if he knew you were there for the show
He'd be awfully glad you came

"The time has come," the Walrus said, "to speak of other things"
Like a fallen star who works in a bar where Yesterday is king
The fans will stay for an hour or so, they still remember his fame
But the time has come the Walrus said, to call your fans by name

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Life isn't easy
When two are divided
And one has decided to bring down the curtain
And one thing's for certain
There's nothing to keep them together

How does it happen
That two can be tender
And one be the lender
Of love and emotion
That covered the ocean
Of sadness that kept them together

Love when it started
Was easy to measure
Each day was a pleasure
Each night an adventure
Each morning was something
That had to be shared together

Love when it's growing
Is full of surprises
Its temperature rises
From higher to higher
Then turns into fire
That has to be shared together

Then came the sadness
Which follows the laughter
Which, shortly thereafter
The dream had exploded
The promise was broken
Now few words are spoken together

Life isn't easy
When two are divided
And one has decided to bring down the curtain
And one thing's for certain
There's nothing to keep them together

Everybody's talking at me
I don't hear a word they're saying
Only the echoes of my mind

People stopping staring
I can't see their faces
Only the shadows of their eyes

I'm going where the sun keeps shining
Through the pouring rain
Going where the weather suits my clothes
Banking off of the northeast winds
Sailing on a summer breeze
And skipping over the ocean like a stone

I'm going where the sun keeps shining
Through the pouring rain
Going where the weather suits my clothes
Banking off of the northeast winds
Sailing on a summer breeze
And skipping over the ocean like a stone

Everybody's talking at me
Can't hear a word they're saying
Only the echoes of my mind
I won't let you leave my love behind
No, I won't let you leave
I won't let you leave my love behind

Nilsson

I said goodbye to me,
I looked in the mirror,
then I began to cry.
I'll leave my things behind for all to see,
and hope that she will understand why.
Ending the game is like changing the name of your favorite song.
Step out of rhyme for the very first time and the song is gone.
There's nothing left to say,
I'll pack up my memories then I'll walk away.
I hope I'm doing right, but by tonight,
the horse and coach will be on his way.
I said goodbye to me,
I looked in the mirror,
then I began to cry.
I'll leave my things behind for all to see,
and hope that she will understand why.

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One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
Two can be as bad as one
It's the loneliest number since the number one

No is the saddest experience you'll ever know
Yes, it's the saddest experience you'll ever know
Because one is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
One is the loneliest number that you'll ever know

It's just no good anymore since you went away
Now I spend my time just making rhymes of yesterday

Because one is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
One is the loneliest number that you'll ever know
One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do

One is the loneliest number, much, much worse than two
One is the number divided by two
One
One is the loneliest number

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