The hosts of the show: Vladimir Ilinskiy, Jude Viktorovna, Olga Palna
Talk To You (Small Faces, 1967)
Listen, it's been three months Since I was last with you So many people tryin' to Stop me getting through The doorman he just laughed But I don't want no autograph Now you listen to me baby All I want to do Is talk to you You know I didn't stop you doing Things you wanted to do But now it's gone too far It looks like I'm losing you But I don't want sympathy But please don't turn your back on me Listen baby All I want to do Is talk to you I got to talk to you I got to try to make you see Just how very very much You mean to me Would it be too much To try and jog your memory You remember me baby I hope that I'm still Part of your history Now I don't wanna share your car No no no, or stop you being a star All I want to, all I wannna do You know what I've gotta to do Got to keep on trying
Itchycoo Park (There Are But Four Small Faces, 1967)
Over Bridges of Sighs To rest my eyes in shades of green Under Dreaming Spires To Itchycoo Park, that's where I've been
What did you do there? - I got high What did you feel there? - Well I cried But why the tears there? - I'll tell you why - yyyyy It's all to beautiful, It's all to beautiful It's all to beautiful, It's all to beautiful
I feel inclined to blow my mind Get hung up, feed the ducks with a bun They all come out to groove about Be nice and have fun in the sun I'll tell you what I'll do - What will you do? I'd like to go there now with you You can miss out school - Won't that be cool Why go to learn the words of fools?
What will we do there? - We'll get high What will we touch there? - We'll touch the sky But why the tears there? I'll tell you why It's all to beautiful, It's all to beautiful It's all to beautiful, It's all to beautiful
I feel inclined to blow my mind Get hung up, feed the ducks with a bun They all come out to groove about Be nice and have fun in the sun It's all to beautiful, It's all to beautiful It's all to beautiful, It's all to beautiful
Tin Soldier (There Are But Four Small Faces, 1967)
I'm a little tin soldier that wants to jump into your fire you are a look in your eye a dream passing by in the sky I don't understand all I need is treat me like a man 'cause I ain't no child take me like I am I got to know that I belong to you do anything that you want to do sing any so song that you want me to sing to you I don't need no aggravation I just got to make you I just got to make you my occupation I got to know that I belong to you do anything that you want to do sing any so song that you want me to sing to you All I need is your whispered hello smiles melting the snow nothing heard you eyes are deeper than time say a love that won't rhyme without words so now I've lost my way I need help to show me things to say give me your love before mine fades away I got to know that I belong to you do anything that you want to do sing any so song that you want me to sing to you oh no no I just want some reaction someone to give me satisfaction all I want to do is stick with you ,'cause I love you
Lazy Sunday (Ogden's Nut Gone Flake, 1968)
Oh wouldn't it be nice to get on with me neighbours But they make it very clear They've got no room for ragers They stop me from groovin', they bang on me wall They doing me crust in, it's no good at all - ah
Lazy Sunday afternoon I've got no mind to worry I close my eyes and drift away-a
Here we all are sittin' in a rainbow Gor blimey hello Mrs. Jones How's your Bert's lumbago? He mustn't grumble Tweedle dee bite I'll sing you a song with no words and no tune Tweedle dee bite To sing in your party while you souse at the moon - oh yeah
Lazy Sunday afternoon-a - tweedle dee bite - tweedle dee bite - tweedle dee bite I've got no mind to worry - yeah - I've got no mind to worry Close my eyes and drift away-a
Root-de-doo-de-doo, a-root-de-doot-de daai dey A-root-de doot de dum, a-ree-de-dee-de-doo dee - doo doo .... There's no one to hear me, there's nothing to say And no one can stop me from feeling this way - yeah
Lazy Sunday afternoon I've got no mind to worry Close my eyes and drift away
Lazy Sunday afternoon I've got no mind to worry Close my eyes and drift a- Close my mind and drift away Close my eyes and drift away
Song of a Baker (Ogden's Nut Gone Flake, 1968)
There's wheat in the field And water in the stream And salt in the mine And an aching in me
I can no longer stand and wonder 'Cos I'm driven by this hunger So I'll jug some water Bake some flour Store some salt and wait the hour
While I'm thinking of love Love is thinking for me And the baker will come And the baker I'll be
I am depending on my labour The texture and the flavour
Afterglow (Of Your Love) (Ogden's Nut Gone Flake, 1968)
I'm happy just to be with you And loving you the way I do It's everything I need to know Just resting in the afterglow of your...
Love, love is all around me Everywhere Love has come to touch my soul With someone who really cares No one can deny us People who once passed me by Will turn their heads 'round
I'm happy just to be with you And loving you the way I do, yeah It's everything I need to know Just resting in the afterglow of your love
You, yes you have always been here Feeling deep inside A feeling that I could not see Or touch, or try to hide My love is in and around you I bless the day that I found you So listen up baby
I'm happy just to be with you And loving you the way I do, yeah It's everything I need to know Just resting in the afterglow of your love
Love is like a voice in my head Keeps turning 'round the things that we said
I'm happy just to be with you And loving you the way I do, yeah It's everything I need to know Just resting in the afterglow of your love |