Seascape
Wind
Fireworks
Stampede
Burial Scene
Sleeping Earth
Honolulu Lulu
The Flood
5 O'Clock in the Morning
When Things Go Wrong
A Lost Weekend
Rosie
Office Chase
It's Cool, Cool, Cool in the Morning
Cool, Cool, Cool (Reprise)
Sailor
Mobilization
Please, Please, Please
Blint's Tune - Movements 1-17

HONOLULU LULU
Aloha, it's Honolulu Lulu from Hawaii
I saw you out the corner of my eye
And here I come
Blowing one too many pages of your paper over
Pulling on the sails of your catamaran
As only I can, here I come
Aloha, alo, aloha
Aloha, alo, aloha
We're going to have to
Call in all the army and the navy and the air force
Everybody on the island
Every boy and every girl becoming soldiers
Conscription, aloha
(Chest in, tongue out, cough twice and they say, ah)
Description, o no ah
Everybody's screaming, streets are teeming
With kamikaze rickshaw
And the hurricane keeps on blowing
Just as hard as she can blow
Will she ever let up, no
Panic station, evacuees
Description, refugees
Aloha, alo, aloha


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5 O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING
It's 5 o'clock in the morning
You're lying in your bed
You wonder why it's not morning in your head
The day is open for business
But still your eyes are closed
You spread your dreams
Like butter on your toast
Open all the windows
And we're rolling up the blinds
All across the world
Are people wiping sleep from tired eyes
The faces on the curtains
All the Jekylls and the Hydes are gone
It's 6 o'clock in the morning
You're only half awake
The other half is shaving
And the toothpaste like a snake
Has slithered out the door of the bathroom
And it's hissing in your ear
Get up, get out, get out of here
The sound of people being people
Slowly fills the air
And all the crazy things they do
To get from here to there
And when the one you're holding
Runs her fingers through your hair
You're on
Shifting through the gears
It's 8 o'clock in the morning
It's been 8 o'clock for years
The factory gates are opening
To let the night shift out
And the day shift in
It's 9 o'clock in the morning
You've been this way before
But something seems to be different
And you can't quite put your finger on it at all


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WHEN THINGS GO WRONG
I can't sleep, I can't sleep
My doctor said I've got to stay in bed
A week at least, a week or three
But that would drive me crazy
My lawyer said my case is weak
The witnesses refuse to speak
And you're up against a hanging judge and jury
The boss is on my back
He says he feels there something lacking in the progress
of my department
My youngest boy, not yet thirteen
Said Dad, drop out, this ain't your scene
But my eldest boy just said, Dad, drop dead
Oh, when things go wrong, they really go wrong
And they rarely go right for me
Oh, when things go wrong, they really go wrong
And they rarely go right for me
My mother says she's still alive
Please call us up from time to time
If it's not too much trouble
It's for your father's sake
My yoga class
Said take the time to relax, relax, relax
But we're dining out with the Shultzes tonight
And I hate the Shultzes
I never wake up in the morning
'Cos I never go to sleep at night
I go to bed, I take a powder
Maybe tonight's the night
All the cares of the day
Seem to gather in a corner
Like an army of ants
Who are waiting for the moment when the lights go out
I can't sleep, I can't sleep
Oh, when things go wrong, they really go wrong
And they rarely go right for me
Oh, when things go wrong, they really go wrong
And they rarely go right for me


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A LOST WEEKEND
A lost weekend, no beginning, no end
Were you walking, was I running
Is it here, or is it coming soon
Thanks a lot
Oh, I wish you well
Friends or lovers, who can tell
When the dust finally has settled
Will I be left with roses or with nettles
Oh, whatever happened on that lost weekend
A lost weekend, no beginning, no end
Are we the rust upon the metal
Or the ghosts of folks who never settled down
Thanks a lot
Lost in heaven, lost in hell
Only time will tell
When the book finally is written
Just our luck, the last page will be missing
Oh, whatever happened on that lost weekend


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ROSIE
Rosie, I wish that you were here
I miss you so much
Rosie, my dear
Rosie, I miss the hell that we raised
And the trails that we blazed
I miss the other half of me
My Rosie
Rosie, we played our song to death
Now the piano's out of tune
And the singer's out of breath
Rosie, do you love me still
Rosie, my little daffodil
I was a lanky private
Who thought he knew it all
Swept off his feet by a right Bobby Dazzler
The RAF and the WREN
Like old mother hens
Strutting through our lives going.....
Quack, quack, quack
Private who?
Quack, quack, quack
He's no good for you
Those were the years
When beer was beer
And you knew where you stood
The laughing stock of the neighbourhood
Down at the local Palais
Me and the lads were having a knees up
I turns round to Harry
What's that noise rattling the tea cups
Better get your head down
Sounds like another V.1.
Everyone was screaming and shouting
And making the most appalling noise
So not unnaturally
I popped out to see exactly what had happened
Somebody said that the bomb
Had missed the Palais by inches
But had totally destroyed the next street
The next street
We live in the next street
Rosie, Rosie
Rosie, I wish you were here
I miss you so much
Rosie, my dear
Rosie, do you love me still
Rosie, my broken daffodil


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IT'S COOL, COOL, COOL IN THE MORNING
Your life is over (so is mine)
You've been seen, floating down the river
Round the river bend
You've been seen with someone else
Lately I've been told
Funny how that kind of news
Can somehow leave you cold
No bones were broken (but give it time)
I'll be found, floating down the river
With the matchwood...the driftwood...and Harry the horse
Knifed in the back in the revolving doors
All those words of love unspoken
Lying tongue tied and frozen
Choking back these lines
It's cool, cool, cool in the morning
And it's cool, cool, cool at night
It's cool, cool, cool in the evening, yeah
It's cool, cool, cool at.......
Daylight is over, night time is on its way
Like a cat on a hot tin roof
Like a mouse on the run from the owl
When you're caught like a rat
In the empty top hat of the night
Even shadows have shadows
And a long silhouette
All the black notes of pianos
Play a strange cadenza
It's not a good omen when your goldfish commits suicide


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