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A Man of No Importance
03:54
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A Man of No Importance
I am just a man of no importance
I will leave no mark on history
Another face in the crowd
Barely worth a glance
There is no magic here, there is no mystery
This is a small walk-on role in a play
But I know I’m sincere
When I say it’s an honor
That I’m so proud to be here.
What I leave behind Is next to nothing
A few words, a few songs, nothing more
But I still win if I can say that what I bring
Leaves the world no worse off than it was before
This play was in progress long before we were born
Will continue long after we’re gone
Mine’s a small walk-on role in the play
But you know I’m sincere
When I say it’s an honor
Yes I’m so proud to be here.
harmonica solo
No matter how dimly my star might have shone
I still wonder around whom
The world will turn when I am gone.
I am just a man of no importance
I will leave no mark on history
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2. |
Walking West
03:33
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Bird In A Cage
06:33
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BIRD IN A CAGE
Graham Earnshaw
Swirls of mist hugged the mountainside
In a forest of stoneIn a forest of stoneIn a forest of stone
Round about, a dozen dragons hide
Cold to the bone
At the centre of the creation
On the mountain of the gods
Temple eaves swooped down low and wide
I was almost alone, almost alone.
There he was, from another world,
An old peasant man
He was dressed, in ragged padded clothes
A deep, weathered tan
He smiled and in an Oxford accent
He said to me "good afternoon",
Cross the gulf I asked him who he was
And he slowly began, slowly began.
When the world and I were younger, I bid my home goodbye
Left the heartland of Confucius, for the seaport of Shanghai.
But that didn't ease the hunger, so I sailed the sea in ships
Felt the sun upon my shoulder, tasted salt upon my lips.
Oh, the places that I went to, oh, the sights, the things I did
Wonders that, if I had stayed here, would have stayed forever hid.
I learned that life is full of sadness, I learned that life is but a game
I learned that everyone is different, I learned that we are all the same.
We're birds in a cage.
Then the tides of history shifted, left me washed up on the shore
And the commissars they told me, I could go to sea no more.
So I came back to this village, still I wasn't left alone
I was persecuted, beaten, for the foreign things that I had known.
So the tide of red rolled onwards, in its wake a million drowned
While the children of the Helmsman, rode the crest up to the mound.
Yes, they tried their best to cow me, those petty emperors of shame
On the outside they could chain me, but inside I stayed the same.
A bird in a cage.
For thirty years they kept me waiting, and now my life is almost gone
And while I stayed here in this village, the world outside was moving on.
No I wouldn't say I'm bitter, no, I'm not consumed by rage
I just envy those who stayed here, they do not know we're in a cage
That we're birds in a cage
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Dirty Old Man
02:37
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Dirty Old Man
I only bought her a chocolate malt
You can hardly say that the rest was my fault
But they said was indecent assault
Where's the justice.
You think it's easy being a dirty old man
Well you're wrong, yer you're wrong
When the weather gets as cold as hell
You can get icycles on your ding-dong bell.
The Grinstead flasher is a friend of mine
We often go out walking with a bottle of wine
The girls all squeal, they must think we're divine
But then they run away.
chorus / instrumental / chorus
Flashing's an art, it can give you a tan
Where few other professions can
But I don't like being called a dirty old man
I'm not old.
chorus
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5. |
Household Wares
03:04
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Household Wares
I sell soft drinks, apples and pears
Alcohol and cigarettes, and other household wares
I’ve sat behind this counter since i was six
I don’t get far beyond this stool, without my walking sticks
Without my walking sticks.
You offer to buy a pear from me, I’ll give it to you
You say that you don’t want it, unless you pay me too.
My reply is if you pay, the pear I will not give
My courtesy trumps your pity, that’s the way I live.
Yes, that’s the way i live.
The sun shines on us all, it will always be
The stars are no brighter, for you than for me
I have no envy, you’ve got problems too
At least I don’t have to pretend to be perfect
Perhaps you do.
I can fly, to the edge of imagination
I can fly, wherever my inner eye can see
I can fly, it’s a validation
Of what’s beyond what you behold
Let’s call it, the real me.
I remember when I was 10, my mother taught me to smoke
She hoped it would ease the pain, it made me cough and croak
Now here I am, I’m 28, and a husband I’ll never be
But when it comes to cigarettes, my best customer is me
My best customer is me
The sun shines on us all, it will always be
The stars are no brighter, for you …
I can fly, to the edge of imagination
I can fly, wherever my inner eye can see
I can fly, it’s a validation
Of what’s beyond what you behold
Let’s call it, the real me.
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6. |
Highway 318
03:54
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If you ever plan to travel west
Take my road, the highway that's the best
Cast your fate on Highway 318
It winds from Shanghai to Chengdu
There's a lot of crazy places to pass through
Cast your fate on Highway 318
Now go go through Suzhou
On through Changzhou
Yichang city looks less than pretty
Oh see the Three Gorges
Dabieshan and Huzhou
Nanchong and Yuexi
Don't forget Huangpi
Tongling, Nanling, Chongqing and Wanzhou
Won't you get hip to this timely tip
When you make that cross-China trip
Cast your fate on Highway 318
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The Beans
03:36
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What do you mean, there’s no more coffee
Do I have to do it all
What is the point, no I don’t drink tea
Whatever happened to your famous total recall.
I have this image of you lying there
And nothing getting done
No, please don’t tell me that I’m right
That would simply spoil the fun.
It’s not about the beans
You’re right about that
You’re just venting
You’ve got you’re line down pat
You chose a bad day, to pull this kind of trick
We’ve discussed this all before
What amazes me is how it doesn’t stick
I must have told you a thousand times or more.
It drives me crazy, the coffee’s typical
Why not be in control
Make lists, don’t forget, do it now
These are the virtues that you know that I extol.
It’s not about the beans
You’re right about that
You’re just venting, only venting
You’ve got you’re line down pat
Wu wei, No way
Wu wei, Anyway
Wu wei, What can I say
Wu wei, Okay
Wu wei, Your way
Wu wei, Anyway
Wu wei, What can I say
Wu wei, But okay.
I concede sometimes I’m too intense
My patience wears thin fast
There’s no doubt that I’m over-stressed
But I really want this last.
You should have learned by now, this is a phase
I need to get it off my chest
The coffee’s still problem, but yes I agree
Let’s put it aside, get on with the rest.
It’s not about the beans
You’re right about that
You’re just venting, simply venting
You’ve got you’re line down pat
It’s not about the beans
You’re right about that
You’re just venting, always venting
You’ve got you’re line down pat
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8. |
Room With A View
03:36
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Room With A View
I want a room with a view in it
I want a room with a view of you
No need for windows or TV in it
A view of only you would do
It doesn't have to be luxurious
It can be ugly, and spartan too
I'm not particularly curious
Just want a room with a view of you.
I want a room with a view
Not of the sky so blue
I want a room with a view
Not of a sea of bamboo
I want a room with a view
Not of Xanadu
I want a room with a view
Of you.
Not of the mountains in Peru
Not of the subject most taboo
Not of a beach near Cebu
Not of a blue kazoo in kalamazoo.
I want a room with a view in it
I want a room with a view of you
I don't CARE what ELSE there IS in it
There's nothing THAT could improve on you.
I need a room with a view in it
I want that room that contains just we two
No need to even have a light in it
I can use my haaaands, to feel the view
I want a room with a view
Not of Katmandu
I want a room with a view
Not of the sun shining through
I want a room with a view
Not of Timbuktu
I want a room with a view
I want a room with a view
I want a room with a view
Of you.
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Graham Earnshaw China
Graham Earnshaw is a businessman, writer & musician and publisher of Earnshaw Books. He has recorded a number of albums of his own songs, of which there are many. He fronted the best rock band in China 1979-1984, helped revive live music in Shanghai’s in the mid-1990s, and continues to write and perform whenever anyone will let him. He plays the guitar, the harmonica and the fool. ... more
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