SongBook - Cream

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Blue Condition
Dance The Night Away
Dreaming
Four Until Late
Mother's Lament
Sitting On Top Of The World
Strange Brew
Sunshine Of Your Love
Take It Back
White Room
World Of Pain
Doing That Scrapyard Things

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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.

by Eric Clapton/George Harrison
"Goodbye" - 1969

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Blue Condition

Don't take the wrong direction passing through,
Instead of deep reflection of what's true,
For it's a combination of judgments made by you
That cause a deep dejection all the way through.

No relaxation, no conversation, no variation
In a very dark blue, blue condition.

Early rising every day.
You must be enterprising in your way,
For you will hear no laughter, nor see the sun.
Life would be one disaster all the way through.

No relaxation, no conversation, no variation
In a very dark blue, blue condition.

Don't take the wrong direction passing through
Instead of deep reflection of what's true,
For it's a combination of judgments made by you
That cause a deep dejection all the way through.

No relaxation, no conversation, no variation
In a very dark blue, blue condition.

by Ginger Baker
"Disraeli Gears" - 1967

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Dance The Night Away

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.

by Jack Bruce/Pete Brown
"Disraeli Gears" - 1967

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Dreaming

Dreaming about my love.
You bring me joy and hours of happiness,
More or less.
I dream my life away.

Waiting for you to come.
Changing my life for you to emptyness,
Meaningless.
Minutes just drift by.

I don't care if I get nowhere.
I can just dream and you'll be there.
What else is there to do?

Dreaming about my life.
Where are you now, and when will you
Come to me?
I dream my life away.

I don't care if I get nowhere.
I can just dream and you'll be there.
What else is there to do?

Dreaming about my love;
You bring me joy and hours of happiness,
More or less.
I dream my life away.

Dreaming, dreaming.

by Jack Bruce
"Fresh Cream" - 1966

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Four Until Late

From four until late I was wringing my hands and crying.
From four until late I was wringing my hands and crying.
I believe to my soul that your daddy's Gulfport bound.

From four until late, she made me a no good barroom clown.
From four until late, she made me a no good barroom clown.
You know she won't do nothing but tear a good man's reputation down.

A woman is like a dresser, some man always running through its drawers.
A woman is like a dresser, some man always running through its drawers.
She cause so many men to wear an apron overall.

When I leave this town I will bid you fair farewell.
When I leave this town I will bid you fair farewell.
And when I return again, you'll have a great long story to tell.

by Robert Johnson
"Fresh Cream" - 1966

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Mother's Lament

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?

traditional
"Disraeli Gears" - 1967

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Sitting On Top Of The World

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.

by Chester Burnett
"Goodbye" - 1969

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Strange Brew

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.

by Eric Clapton/Gail Collins/Felix Pappalardi
"Disraeli Gears" - 1967

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Sunshine Of Your Love

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.

by Jack Bruce/Pete Brown/Eric Clapton
"Disraeli Gears" - 1967

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Take It Back

Take it back, take it back, take that thing right outa here.
Right away, far away, take that thing right outa here.

Don't let them take me to where streams are red.
I want to stay here and sleep in my own bed.
Need all your loving, long blonde hair,
Don't let them take me 'cos I easily scare.
Take it back, take it back, take that thing right outa here.

Take it back, take it back, take that thing right outa here.
Right away, far away, take that thing right outa here.

I got this great need, the need to stay alive.
Not ashamed of my creed, I've got to survive.
So come on baby, don't go 'way,
Just let them save me for a rainy day.
Take it back, take it back, take that thing right outa here.

I got this need, the need to stay alive.
Not ashamed of my creed, I've got to survive.
So come on baby, don't go away,
Just let them save me for a rainy day.
Take it back, take it back, take that thing right outa here.

Take it back, take it back, take that thing right outa here.
Right away, far away, take that thing right outa here.

I got this thing, I've got to keep it sharp.
Don't go to places where it won't shine in the dark.
So come on baby, don't go away,
Just let them save me for a rainy day.
Take it back, take it back, take that thing right outa here.

by Jack Bruce/Pete Brown
"Disraeli Gears" - 1967

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White Room

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.

by Jack Bruce/Brown
"Wheels Of Fire" - 1968

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World Of Pain

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.

by Gail Collins/Felix Pappalardi
"Disraeli Gears" - 1967

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Doing That Scrapyard Things

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.

by Jack Bruce/Pete Brown
"Goodbye" - 1969

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