Strange Brew  
(by Eric Clapton, Gail Collins and Felix Pappalardi)

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

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

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


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Sunshine Of Your Love  
(by Jack Bruce, Pete Brown & Eric Clapton.)
 
It's gettin' 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 shinin' 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 all dried up.

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


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World Of Pain  
(by Gail Collins and Felix Pappalardi)

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.


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Dance The Night Away  
(by Jack Bruce and Pete Brown)

Goner build myself a castle
High up in the clouds.
There'll be skies outside my window,
Lose these streets and crowds.

Dance the night away.

Will find myself an ocean,
Sail into the blue.
Live with golden swordfish,
Forget the time of you.

Dance the night away.

Dance myself to nothing,
Vanish from this place.
Gonna turn myself to shadow
So I can't see your face.

Dance the night away.

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Tales Of Brave Ulysses  
(by Eric Clapton and Martin Sharp)

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

And the colours of the sea bind 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.

[Live Cream Vol 2:]

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

And the colours of the sea bind 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 singin',
sparkling waves are calling you to touch a white laced lip.

You see your 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.

Tiny purple fishes run laughing to your finger,
You want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.

Her name is Aphrodite and she rides a crimson shell,
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.

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


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SWLABR  
(by Jack Bruce and Pete Brown)

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 comin' to me with that soulful look on your face.
Coming lookin' like you've never ever done one wrong thing.

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

So many fantastic colours, I feel in a wonderland.
Many fantastic colours, makes me feel so good.
You've got that pure feel, 
Such good responses,
Got that rainbow feel,
But the rainbow has a beard.


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We're Going Wrong  
(by Jack Bruce)

Please open your eyes,
Try to realise.
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.


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Mother's Lament  
(traditional)

Are we wollin'?  A one, a two, a free, a four...

A mother was washing her baby one night,
The youngest of ten and a delicate mite.
The mother was poor and the baby was thin,
'Twas naught but an skelingtin covered with skin.

The mother turned 'round for a soap off the rack.
She was only a moment but when she turned back
Her baby had gone, and in anguish she cried,
"Oh, where 'as my baby gone?"  The angels replied:

Oh, your baby has gone down the plug 'ole.
Oh, your baby has gone down the plug.
The poor little thing was so skinny and thin,
He should 'ave been washed in a jug, in a jug.

Your baby is perfectly happy;
He won't need a bath anymore.
He's a-muckin' about with the angels above,
Not lost but gone before.

Thankyou,
Do you wanna do it again?


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N. S. U.  
(by Jack Bruce) 

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

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.*
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

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

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

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.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

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

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

* Live Cream: Jack sings yeh over Eric's ah
**Live Cream: I don't want to go until I've sussed it all out


=========================

White Room  
(by Jack Bruce and Pete Brown)

In the white room with black curtains near the station.
Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
Dawn-light 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 kindness 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.

[Live Cream Vol. 2:]

Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah

In the white room with black curtains near the station.
Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.

And 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.
As I walked in such a bad time at the station.
As I walked out, felt my own needs just beginning.

And I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back;
Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves.

Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah

At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd.
Consolation for the old wound now forgovern.
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes.
She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.

And I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines;
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves.

Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah


================================

Sitting On Top Of The World  
(by Chester Burnett)

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 sittin' on top of the world.

All the summer, worked on this farm
Had to take Christmas in my overalls.
She's gone, but I don't worry,
I'm sittin' on top of the world.

Going down to the freight yard, 
Gonna catch me a freight train.
Gonna leave this town, 
Work done got to hard.
She's gone, but I don't worry,
I'm sittin' on top of the world.



[Goodbye Cream:]

One summer day, she went away
Gone and left me, she's gone to stay.
She's gone, but I don't worry,
Cause I'm sittin' on top of the world.

All last summer, worked on this farm
Had to take Christmas in my overalls.
She's gone, gone, but I don't worry, no
Cause I'm sittin', sittin' on top of the world.

Going down to the freight yard, yeh, yeh, yeh
Gonna catch me a freight train.
Gonna leave this town, yeh, yeh, yeh
Work done got to hard.
She's gone, but I don't worry,
Cause I'm sittin', I'm sittin'on top of the world.


==================

As You Said  
(by Jack Bruce and Pete Brown)

Let's go down to where it's clean
To see the time that might have been.
The tides have carried off the beach.
As you said,
The sun is out of reach.

Let's go back to where it's clean
To see what year it might have been.
The roads have carried off the smiles.
As you said,
To judge them at the trials.

Let's go back to now that's bad
To see the time we might have had.
The rails have carried off the trains.
As you said,
I'll never come again, again, again, again.


=========================

Pressed Rat And Warthog  
(by Ginger Baker and Mike Taylor)

Pressed Rat and Warthog have closed down their shop,
They didn't want to - 'twas all they had got.
Selling atonal apples, amplified heat,
And Pressed Rat's collection of dog legs and feet.

Sadly they left, telling no one goodbye.
Pressed Rat wore red jodhpurs - Warthog a striped tie.
Between them, they carried a three-legged sack,
Went straight round the corner and never came back.

Pressed Rat and Warthog have closed down their shop.
The bad captain madman had told them to stop
Selling atonal apples, amplified heat,
And pressed rat's collection of dog legs and feet.

The bad captain madman had ordered their fate.
He laughed and stomped off with a nautical gate.
The gate turned into a deroga tree
And his pegleg got woodworm and broke into three.

Pressed Rat and Warthog have closed down their shop,
They didn't want to - 'twas all they had got.
Selling atonal apples, amplified heat,
And Pressed Rat's collection of dog legs and feet.


=====================

Politician  
(by Jack Bruce and Pete Brown)

Hey now baby, get into my big black car
Hey now baby, get into my big black car
I wanna 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, tho' I'm leanin', leanin' to the right
I support the left, tho' I'm leanin' 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 wanna just show you what my politics are.

[Goodbye Cream:]

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

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

Political man and I practice what I preach
Political man and I practice what I preach
But I'm just not there, when you're in my reach.

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

Hey, hey, hey
I wanna just show you what my politics are.

[Live Cream Vol 2:]

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

Political man and I practice what I preach
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, tho' I'm leanin',leanin', leanin'to the right, yeah
Support the left, tho' I'm leanin' to the right
But I'm just not there , when it's comin' to a fight.

Political man and I practice what I preach
Political man and I practice what I preach
But I'm just not there, when you're in my reach.

Hey now baby, get into my big black car
Hey now baby, get into my big black car
I wanna just show ya what my politics are, yeah.

Yeah (repeated 22 times)

I wanna just show you what my politics are, yeah, yeah.


=====================


Born Under A Bad Sign 
(by Booker T. Jones and William Bell)

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's 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.

You know, wine and women is all I crave.
A big bad woman's gonna 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's been 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.


======================

Deserted Cities Of The Heart  
(by Jack Bruce and Pete Brown)

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.
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.

[Live Cream Vol 2:]

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 a 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 you 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.

The street is cold, its days are gone.
The story's told the dark has won.
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, yeah, yeah.

Now my heart's drowned in no love streams.

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

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.
Now my heart's drowned in no love, 
yeah, yeah.


=========================

I'm So Glad  
(by Skip James)

I'm so glad, I'm so glad  
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
I'm so glad, I'm so glad  
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad

I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do
I'm tired of weeping, I'm tired of moaning, I'm tired of crying for you

I'm so glad, I'm so glad  
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
I'm so glad, I'm so glad  
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad

I'm tired of weeping, I'm tired of moaning, I'm tired of groaning for you
I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do

I'm so glad, I'm so glad  
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
I'm so glad, I'm so glad  
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad

(Chorus repeated 5 times)


[Goodbye Cream:]

I'm so glad, I'm so glad  
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
I'm so glad, I'm so glad  
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad

Donna what to do, Donna know what to do, don't know what to do
Tired of weepin', tired of moanin', and I'm tired of groanin' for you

I'm so glad, I'm so glad  
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
I'm so glad, I'm so glad  
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad

Tired of weepin', tired of moanin', tired of groaning for you
Donna what to do, Donna what to do, don't know what to do, yeah

I'm so glad, I'm so glad  
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
I'm so glad, I'm so glad  
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad

(Chorus repeated 4 times)

 
==========================

Badge 
(by Eric Clapton and George Harrison)

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.

Ah Ah Ah, yeh yeh yeh
Ah Ah Ah, yeh yeh yeh

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.


==========================

Doing That Scrapyard Thing  
(by Jack Bruce and Pete Brown)

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

When I was old they gave me a model factory,
I met three salads out 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.


=============================

What A Bringdown  
(by Ginger Baker)

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 growin' 'ampsteads 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!


=======================

Anyone For Tennis  
(by Eric Clapton and Martin Sharp)

Twice upon a time in the valley of the tears
The auctioneer is bidding for a box of fading years
And the elephants are dancing on the graves of squealing mice.
Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?

And the ice creams are all melting on the streets of bloody beer
While the beggars stain the pavements with flourescent 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 jingle bells and fairy tales and blind colliding scopes
And you can tell they're all the same underneath the pretty lies.
Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?

The yellow Buddhist monk is burning brightly at the zoo
You can bring a bowl of rice and then a glass of water too
And fate is setting up the chessboard while death rolls out the dice.
Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?