'From the Little Back Room' Lyrics

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Maybe Not Tomorrow

Sitting alone in the afternoon

Hoping that the weather changes soon

Well the country's on its knees again

And the whole worlds out of tune

This can't go on forever

People dying cos they've got no bread

And the rest are over fed

I'm just sitting here wondering why

We can't get it in to our heads

This can't go on forever

We've got to make things better

And there has got to be a way

That we can get it right someday

Maybe not tomorrow

But we'll have to pay

If we don't get it right someday

Maybe I'm lucky being here

I could have lived in Camparchera

Or been a child of the Lebanon

With the shell fire in my ear

This can't go on forever

And while I'm waiting for the cricket score

I hear the news about of another war

And the children in Africa

What the hell are they dying for

Oh this can't go on forever

We've got to make things better

And there has got to be away

That we can get it right someday

Maybe not tomorrow

But we'll have to pay

If we don't get it right someday

Maybe not tomorrow

But we'll have to pay

If we don't get it right

If we don't stop fighting

If we don't get it right someday

Lord Franklin

Was homeward bound one night on the deep

Swinging in my hammock I fell asleep

I dreamed a dream and thought it true

Concerning Franklin and his gallant crew

With a hundred seamen they sailed away

To the frozen oceans in the month of may

To seek that passage around the pole

Where we poor seaman do sometimes go

Through cruel hardships they mainly strove

Their ships on mountains of ice was drove

Only the Eskimo in his skin canoe

Was the only one that ever came through

In baffin Bay where the whales fishes blow

The fate of Franklin no man will know

The fate of Franklin no Tongue can tell

Where franklin alone and his sailors dwell

And now my burden it brings me pain

My long lost Franklin lies across the main

Ten thousand pounds would I freely give

To say on earth that my Franklin lives

Ten thousand pounds would I freely give

To say on earth that my Franklin lives

NB.

The True story of Sir John Franklin's ill-fated North West

Passage expedition where in 1847, he and his whole crew were

lost trying to find the route through to the Pacific Ocean,

supposedly written by his wife.

Circles

So the evening is moving away

Leaving you with tired eyes

He wants to hold you

But he can't get it right

No matter how hard he tries

The worried thoughts that run through your mind

Of what the morning brings

He wants to be there right by your side

But he won't say anything

Chorus

And your going round in circles

Going nowhere fast

And you know in your own circles

That it just won't last

You didn't know when he asked you to dance

He'd sweep you off your feet

And he was taken back by your smile

When you came to meet

And as you danced the evening away

You laughed at words he says

He asks if he can take you back home

And you hear yourself saying yes

Chorus

Then you arrive outside your front door

He tells you how he feels

Its raining hard and you ask him inside

You wonder if its real

And as you quietly open the door

So you don't wake anyone

He stuck for words that he wants you to hear

Now that the time has come

Chorus 1st Verse Chorus

Nowhere To Run

There's no way out as far as I can see

You lost your way and your not fooling me

Sold to the highest bid

God know what else you did

Your on your way to being exposed

So many people put there trust in you

You pay them back with the things you do

With power at your command

You played the devils hand

But now you find your out on your own

Chorus

And the higher you climb

The harder you fall

And there's no where to run

Nowhere at all

Those so called friends you've got by your side

They'll turned their backs on you and run to hide

And drop you like a shot

When you are not so hot

But they're no better than you are

Chorus

And now its time to face the music

Put yourself down on the line

You have one chance and you must use it

To save yourself for the last time

1st Verse Chorus

The Hardest Part

I can't see you till the wars over

Till all the fighting stops

Hope I can return again someday

But many will be lost

Please say you'll think of me

Out in some foreign land

Fighting for my country

With a gun in my hand

I'm only waiting for the day

I can come home to you and say I love you

And though there's fear in my heart

Being without you is the hardest part

Marianne

My train is waiting for me

To take me to a far off shore

To a place I've never heard of

In the middle of a bloody war

And we'll all stand together

Answering a battle call

There will be no returning

Till we either win or fall

I'd rather stay here in your arms

Missing you will do me much more harm

And over on the other side

There's young boys wishing they could hide away

Marianne

Repeat last verse 1st verse

Our Time Tonight

I have to say how much I feel about you

But words alone can't say what's on my mind

I would not tell you lies

And love is in your eyes

Eh but suzanne this is our time tonight

Eh but suzanne this is our time tonight
 
 

You make the best of every situation

You take your chances as they come along

And if you feel its right

You just get out and fight

Eh but Suzanne this is our time tonight

" " " " " " " "

There may not be another time

So let us make our plans

Tomorrow always comes too soon

The night is in our hands

Now many lovers never come together

They never get into each others arms

They live on broken dreams

Of what it might have been

Eh but suzanne this is our time tonight

" " " " " " " "

There may not be another time

So let us make our plans

Tomorrow always comes too soon

The night is in our hands

And when I wake up to another morning

I want to hold you in my arms again

Night brings on the day

We go our separate ways

Eh but Suzanne this our time tonight

" " " " " " "

" " " " " " "

I Need You

So you thought you'd even up the score

And I don't blame you for walking out the door

But if there's time I'd like to say to you once more

That I need you in my life

Well I know I'm not the perfect man

But at least I do know what I am

And if I had the chance I'd do the best I can

Cos I need you in my life

And if you say you've got to leave

I know its all I do deserve

But even now I still believe

There's so much more we can preserve

I know its hard to keep our dignity

And I don't expect you sympathy

But I'd give up everything to have you stay with me

Cos I need you in my life

And if you say you've got to leave

I know its all I do deserve

But even now I still believe

There's so much we can preserve

So you thought you'd even up the score

And I don't blame you for walking out the door

But if there's time I'd like to say to you once more

That I need you in my life

" " " " " " "


Musicians

Terry St Clair - All vocals, Emu Emax ll, Roland Juno 11,

MKS100 and R.8., Boss DR550, Yamaha EMT10, DOM 30 and DX100,

Korg 707, Martin M38 Acoustic Guitar, Electronic instruments

sequenced on Yamaha QX5. 


Kai Jansen Nylon String Guitar with effects, on Vondel Park No.2.


All songs produced by Terry St Clair and digitally recorded onto D.A.T. at the Cat House Studio Borehamwood England. All songs composed and written by Terry St Clair c 1991 all rights reserved.

Except Vondel Park No.2 Jansen-St Clair c 1989 all rights reserved, Lord Franklin Trad arranged Terry St Clair 1991.

Thanks to Kai Jansen for his performance on Vondel Park No.2 and other help in producing this recording, and thanks to Kim Mace for all her work and support. Special thanks to all the people who have listened and waited patiently for this second album (and the one's who nagged me for taking so long). I hope 'From The Smallest Room' comes up to your expectations.

TERRY ST CLAIR
This recording is dedicated to my good friend Toni Savage of Leicester, who helped so much in the beginning. Also dedicated to the memory of 'Big' John, Joe, Vin, and recently the sad loss of Steve Akerman, Their music lives on forever.