John Scott Cree's lyrics: Now then

Now then/John Scott Cree and Ron Trueman-Border - FLAMS Records CD cover Some lyrics from the CD Now then
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Carrots help you see in the dark
Chorus: Carrots help you see in the dark
Carrots help you see in the dark
Carrots help you see in the da-a-ark
Carrots help you see in the dark

Even on the darkest of nights, you wonít have to turn on the lights
If your daily diet includes, some carotene based items of food

When twilight and evening comes down, you wonít have to go stumbling round
If youíre doubtful you donít have to trust me, just try some yourself and youíll see

(Bridge) An apple a day might keep the doctor away
And cabbage might be good for the complexion
But no other comestible, either fruit or vegetable,
Will bring your night vision to such perfection

Though itís true they donít taste all that, their benefits outweigh their drawbacks
Theyíre nutritious and they look slightly rude, what more could you want from your food?

© John Scott Cree / Ron Trueman-Border 1978, 2002

 

Angel
Angel, what are you hiding for?
I love you more and more
Each day you're away

Angel, what are you hoping for?
Do you want to make my heart sore?
That's what you've done, you've won

(Br) I still remember the day
We had a quarrel and you went away
I've got a reason to believe every minute of the day
But I can't be happy until you come back to stay

Angel, please come back to me
I've been drifting on a stormy sea
And if you do I'll be true

(Br) I still remember the day
We had a quarrel and you went away
I've got a reason to believe every minute of the day
But I can't be happy until you come back to stay

Angel, please come back to me
I've been drifting on a stormy sea
And if you do I'll be true, I'l1 be good to you

© John Scott Cree / Ron Trueman-Border 1963, 2002

 

Don't allow
Don't allow the memory of
Your lost love come to you
For when we kiss I know you miss
The love that you once knew

Have no regrets try to forget
The tears and broken hearts
I'll do my best to lay to rest
The ghost that keeps us apart (Instrumental)

Each time you look into my eyes
You always see his face
And I can see the reason why
I must take second place (Instrumental)

You say you'll never feel again
The love you had for him
But 'til you let go, you'll never know
How this love story ends

© John Scott Cree / Ron Trueman-Border 1965, 2001

 

Singing my future blues
Leaving school next July
I'll fail exams and I know why
Like my buddies I haven't studied
All these years

Friends all seem to be the same
Our malady has just one name
No use trying to kid ourselves -
We're lazy

Bridge: Parents just can't understand
Why life's better in a band
Teachers say I'm going to fail
So what?

The sun goes up and the sun goes down
Can't wait for the time to come around
When I can leave this school behind
Then what?

I'll look for jobs or perhaps careers
Often meet my friends for beers
Be a pop star
Maybe

Go and travel with my guitar
Or live at home cheap, buy a car
Boffs and swats can go to college
Become commuters

Bridge

Time enough before I die
To meet someone then wonder why
Why others always push themselves
While some of us just coast

© 1964

Burn up
Hurry up get ready gonna meet the gang tonight
Put on your powder paint and perfume, wear your jeans real tight
I've got her purring like a panther, she's running like a dream
Time to put the hammer down and hear those tyres scream
Now girl we're really rollin', things are lookin' good
You tell me you like it well I knew you would

Climb up here behind me babe, I'll show you what she'll do
Tell the other kids to make way now, the boss is coming through
I'm pretty sure we'll make yeah, we're headin' for the ton
Time to let the throttle out and see that baby run
Don't tell me to slow down that's one thing I just can't do
Babe we're on a burn up and I've got something to prove

Bridge:Coal black leather, cold, dark night
Wrap your arms around me honey, hold on tight
Ain't nothin' in this world beats the feeling that you get
Flat out with a biker baby breathing down your neck

Felt like we were flying 'til I made that one mistake

There was black ice on the motorway, I hit the brakes too late
Now I'm sprawled out in a ditch some where, looking at the stars
Your broken body's lying twisted round the handlebars
My pride and joy's a wreck now and I'm crying in the rain
It'll be a month of Sundays before I hit the road again

© John Scott Cree / Ron Trueman-Border 1963, 2002

The war game
Soft tears on scorched, child-like cheeks
Secure in their minds with no pain
Needles push peace into veins
Abd bring milky sleep in the rain

And how will they know, without eyes to see
That life as they knew it is no more?

Hallucogenic dreams of paradise never glimpsed before

And how will they know, without eyes to see
That life as they knew it is no more?

Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori

© 1966

The last protest song
Look around you people, see the mess that we're in
Prejudice everywhere, no sign of an end
Still can't see the man for the colour of his skin

Inside 25 years, we had two world wars
Too many men saying, "I want what is your's"
Dead men must be wondering, what they were fighting for

(Bridge) All we've got is hope, they've got madmen with guns
Against all our words, they've got missiles and bombs
Our dreams are just dreams, while the suffering goes on

There's war and destruction, each way we turn
All the history books teach us, but we never learn
To strive for what's right, feel the will in us burn

(Bridge)

Hear the lone voice of reason, and the last protest song
Hear the lone voice of reason and choose right from wrong
We can't make the change, unless the world sings along

© John Scott Cree / Ron Trueman-Border 1965, 2002

 

Who will carry freedom's torch?
Chorus: Who will carry freedom's torch, be different from the rest
Make a dream reality, avenge a poor manís death
Open hearts to justice now, no one can ignore?
It's been a hundred since the civil war

Lincoln looked at slavery, injustice was what he saw
His war freed the slaves to become urban poor
Cruel assassinís bullet meant Lincoln could do no more
It's been a hundred since the civil war

Segregation in the South, intolerance of black by white
Led John Kennedy to introduce a Bill of Civil Rights
Cruel assassin's bullet meant Jack could do no more
It's been a hundred since the civil war

Chorus

Cruel assassinís bullet didnít stop the man in Rome
Offering his people hope, help bring Stalinís empire down
But Rwanda and Cambodia and Yugoslaviaís been torn
Brother killing brother there, another civil war

Who will carry freedom's torch, light the way in these dark times
Try to make a dream reality, with a prayer for all mankind
That all men may be brothers now, always and evermore
It's been a hundred since the civil war

© John Scott Cree / Ron Trueman-Border 1965, 2002

 

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