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What about me?
 
What about me?
 
What about me?</lyrics>
 
What about me?</lyrics>
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=== BBC session ===
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<lyrics>I can still remember
 +
The last time we played
 +
On Top Gear
 +
 +
And though each little song
 +
Was less than three minutes long
 +
Mike squeezed a solo in somehow
 +
 +
And although we like our longer tunes
 +
It seemed polite to cut them down
 +
To little bits
 +
They might be hits
 +
Who gives an
 +
After all tell me how would you feel
 +
In the place of John Peel
 +
You just can't please all of the musicians all the time
 +
 +
 +
Playing now is lovely
 +
Here in the BBC
 +
We're free to play almost as long and as loud
 +
As a jazz group
 +
Or an orchestra on Radio Three
 +
 +
There are dancehalls and theatres
 +
With acoustics worse than here
 +
Not forgetting the extra facilities
 +
Such as the tea machine
 +
Just along the corridor
 +
 +
So to all our mates like Kevin
 +
Caravan and the old Pink Floyd
 +
Allow me to recommend Top Gear
 +
Despite its extraordinary name
 +
 +
Yes playing
 +
Playing now is lovely
 +
Here in the BBC
 +
We're free to play almost as long and as loud
 +
As the foreign language classes
 +
And that John Cage interview
 +
And the jazz groups
 +
And the orchestras on Radio Three
 +
 +
Pop stars drink each other's wine
 +
Plough each other's earth
 +
Hoping for companionship
 +
And then perhaps rebirth
 +
Plant seeds in fresher plots of earth
 +
Bound up in concepts and dreams
 +
And fears of worse things to come
 +
They never do
 +
They stay the same
 +
 +
Music making still performs the normal functions
 +
Background noise for people eating and talking and drinking and smoking
 +
That's alright by us
 +
Don't think that we're complaining
 +
After all it's only leisure time isn't it?
 +
 +
I could almost sing this song
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In a nice tone of voice if I had to
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I'd be glad to
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It's awfully nice to be here
 +
So let's open the beers and get tipsy
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We'd be mad to
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But if you sound refined
 +
You just can't blow the mind
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Of a kiddy or young lady
 +
And if you come from the Sun
 +
You just can't fool a mum into thinking
 +
That you are alright, really
 +
 +
So before this feeling dies
 +
Remember
 +
I could be telling lies
 +
 +
Now I love your eyes
 +
See how the time flies
 +
I think it's so great
 +
You seem to change your fate
 +
By working
 +
And playing
 +
Something new in every way
 +
Can be yours in a day
 +
But I wonder
 +
What I'm really saying
 +
 +
So just before this feeling dies
 +
Remember
 +
I may be telling lies
 +
 +
Falsehoods
 +
White lies
 +
Adverts
 +
Idle chat
 +
Banter
 +
Half-truths
 +
Rumours
 +
And just lies
 +
Plain lies
 +
 +
I shan't say
 +
One more word
 +
So instead I'll play drums</lyrics>
  
 
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Latest revision as of 09:32, 26 March 2020

“Moon in June”
Artist: Soft Machine
Albums: Third (1970)

On a dilemma between what I need and what I just want
Between your thighs I feel a sensation
How long can I resist the temptation?
I've got my bird
You've got your man
So who else do we need, really?

Now I'm here
I may as well put my other hand in yours
While we decide how far to go and if we've got time to do it now
And if it's half as good for you as it is for me
Then you won't mind if we lie down for a while
Just for a while
Till all the thing I want is need
Till all the thing I ask is you

I wanted you more than ever now
We're on the floor
And you want more
And I feel almost sure
That 'cos now we've agreed
That we've got what we need
Then all the thing us needs is wanting

I realised when I saw you last
We've been together now and then
From time to time
Just here and there
Now I know how it feels from my hair to my heels
To have you on the horns of my dilemma
Oh
Wait a minute

Over up over up down
Down over up over up

Living can be lovely here in New York State
Ah, but I wish that I were home
And I wish I were home again
A- back home again, home again
A- back home again, home again

There are places and people that I'm so glad to have seen
Ah, but I miss the trees
And I wish I were home a- again
A- back home again, home again
Back home again

The sun shines here all summer
It's nice 'cos you can get quite brown
Ah, but I miss the rain
Ticky tacky ticky
And I wish that I were home again
Home again home again
Home again home again home-home again home again home again

Living is easy
Here in New York State, state
Ah
But I wish that I were home again
Again
Again

Just before we go on
To the next part of our song
Let's all make sure
We've got the time

Music-making still performs the normal functions
Background noise for people scheming seducing revolting and teaching
That's all right by me
Don't think that I'm complaining
After all it's only leisure time isn't it?

How I love your eyes
See how the time flies
She's learning to hate
But it's just too late for me
It was the same with her love
But it wasn't enough for me
But before this feeling dies
Remember how distance can tell lies

You can almost see her eyes
Is it me she despises or you?
You're awfully nice to me
And I'm sure you can see what her game is
She sees you in her place
Just as if it's a race
And you're winning
And you're winning
She just can't understand that for me everything's just beginning
Until I get more homesick
So before this feeling dies
Remember how distance tells us lies


Singing a song in the morning
Singing it again at night
Don't really know what I'm singing about
But it makes me feel all right


You say you like my shirt
You say you like my hat
Oh but you never say that you like me
Or something nice like that
What about me?
What about me?


BBC session

I can still remember
The last time we played
On Top Gear

And though each little song
Was less than three minutes long
Mike squeezed a solo in somehow

And although we like our longer tunes
It seemed polite to cut them down
To little bits
They might be hits
Who gives an
After all tell me how would you feel
In the place of John Peel
You just can't please all of the musicians all the time


Playing now is lovely
Here in the BBC
We're free to play almost as long and as loud
As a jazz group
Or an orchestra on Radio Three

There are dancehalls and theatres
With acoustics worse than here
Not forgetting the extra facilities
Such as the tea machine
Just along the corridor

So to all our mates like Kevin
Caravan and the old Pink Floyd
Allow me to recommend Top Gear
Despite its extraordinary name

Yes playing
Playing now is lovely
Here in the BBC
We're free to play almost as long and as loud
As the foreign language classes
And that John Cage interview
And the jazz groups
And the orchestras on Radio Three

Pop stars drink each other's wine
Plough each other's earth
Hoping for companionship
And then perhaps rebirth
Plant seeds in fresher plots of earth
Bound up in concepts and dreams
And fears of worse things to come
They never do
They stay the same

Music making still performs the normal functions
Background noise for people eating and talking and drinking and smoking
That's alright by us
Don't think that we're complaining
After all it's only leisure time isn't it?

I could almost sing this song
In a nice tone of voice if I had to
I'd be glad to
It's awfully nice to be here
So let's open the beers and get tipsy
We'd be mad to
But if you sound refined
You just can't blow the mind
Of a kiddy or young lady
And if you come from the Sun
You just can't fool a mum into thinking
That you are alright, really

So before this feeling dies
Remember
I could be telling lies

Now I love your eyes
See how the time flies
I think it's so great
You seem to change your fate
By working
And playing
Something new in every way
Can be yours in a day
But I wonder
What I'm really saying

So just before this feeling dies
Remember
I may be telling lies

Falsehoods
White lies
Adverts
Idle chat
Banter
Half-truths
Rumours
And just lies
Plain lies

I shan't say
One more word
So instead I'll play drums