Ahh, brings back a few memories - loved this…
Kinks “Shangri-la”
Ray Davis, what a great songwriter.
Now that you’ve found your paradise
This is your Kingdom to command
You can go outside and polish your car
Or sit by the fire in your Shangri-la
Here is your reward for working so hard
Gone are the lavatories in the back yard
Gone are the days when you dreamed of that car
You just want to sit in your Shangri-la
Put on your slippers and sit by the fire
You’ve reached your top and you just can’t get any higher
You’re in your place and you know where you are
In your Shangri-la
Sit back in your old rocking chair
You need not worry, you need not care
You can’t go anywhere
Shangri-la, Shangri-la, Shangri-la
The little man who gets the train
Got a mortgage hanging over his head
But he’s too scared to complain
'Cos he’s conditioned that way
Time goes by and he pays off his debts
Got a TV set and a radio
For seven shillings a week
Shangri-la, Shangri-la, Shangri-la, Shangri-la, Shangri-la, Shangri-la
And all the houses in the street have got a name
'Cos all the houses in the street they look the same
Same chimney pots, same little cars, same window panes
The neighbors call to tell you things that you should know
They say their lines, they drink their tea, and then they go
They tell your business in another Shangri-la
The gas bills and the water rates, and payments on the car
Too scared to think about how insecure you are
Life ain’t so happy in your little Shangri-la
Shangri-la, Shangri-la la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Put on your slippers and sit by the fire
You’ve reached your top and you just can’t get any higher
You’re in your place and you know where you are
In your Shangri-la
Sit back in your old rocking chair
You need not worry, you need not care
You can’t go anywhere
.
“Many Too Many”
Many too many have stood where I stand
Many more will stand here too,
I think what I find strange is the way you built me up
Then knocked me down again.
The part was fun but now it’s over,
Why can’t I just leave the stage?
Maybe that’s because you securely locked me up
Then threw away the key.
Oh mama,
Please would you find the key.
Oh pretty mama,
Please won’t you let me go free.
I thought I was lucky
I thought that I’d got it made.
How could I be so blind?
You said good-bye on a corner
That I thought led to the straight.
You set me on a firmly laid and simple course
Then removed the road.
Oh mama,
Please help me find my way.
Oh pretty mama,
Please lead me through the next day.
I thought I was lucky
Oh I thought that I’d got it made.
“Undertow”
Your brown eyes are my blue skies
They light up the rivers that the birds fly over
Better not to quench your thirst
Better not to be the first one diving in though you caught me and you know why
You breathe in the deepest part of the water
What’s the matter?
You hurt yourself?
Open your eyes and there was someone else
Now I’ve got you in the undertow
Now I’ve got you in the undertow
Why you wanna blame me for your troubles
Ah ah ah, you better learn your lesson yourself
Nobody ever has to find out what’s in my mind tonight
Let tonight pass us by
Do you really want to be the one to fight
And I said you’re better not to light that fire
It will take you to the darkest part of the weather
What’s the matter?
You hurt yourself?
Open your eyes and there was someone else
Now I’ve got you in the undertow
Now I’ve got you in the undertow
Why you wanna blame me for your troubles
Ah ah ah, you better learn your lesson yourself
Nobody ever has to find out what’s in my mind tonight
Nobody ever has to find out what’s in my mind tonight
Nobody in my mind
Nobody in my mind
I feel it in my heart tonight
I laid on the floor pressing in my eyes
Seeing little lights
Please light these decisions that only one could make
I wanted to stay home but I went running from the troubles
What’s the matter?
You hurt yourself?
Open your eyes and there was someone else
Now I’ve got you in the undertow
Now I’ve got you so
Why you wanna blame me for your troubles
Ah ah ah, you better learn your lesson yourself
Nobody ever has to find out what’s in my mind tonight
I went running from the troubles
Ooops wrong Lyrics.
What a Transitional Album, from Prog to Pop.
R.I.P Ben E. King
Loved Alfie Boe’s version of this on the VE Celebrations programme tonight.
Alfie Boe’s version of Run from last night’s concert.
