(Folk) Richard Thompson - Richard Thompson Womad [2014][BBC Radio 3][Bootleg] - 2014, MP3, 320 kbps

Valerie
Oh Valerie! You give me heart attack
Oh Valerie! You put me on the rack
Oh you say that I'm history, you say I'm no good
Then you want to be two babes in the wood
That's what I call playing to the gallery
Well I'm a-wait, wait, waiting for Valerie
Hey Valerie! She got a scar down here
Valerie! She got gold in her ear
A figure like this, lips like that
Red fingernails, teeth like a cat
She never gets home till five or four or three
Well I'm a-wait, wait, waiting for Valerie
Well I'm soft in the head, I give her hard cash
She spends all my money on junk and trash
Nylon fur, plastic shoes
And fifty-seven things she's never going to use
Never, never, never going to use
Oh Valerie! Oh Valerie! Oh Valerie!
Well Valerie! You're going to choke or drown
Valerie! Why don't you put that down?
If you don't get over this eating jag
They're going to take you home in a body bag
I can't stand to see one more calorie
Well I'm a-wait, wait, waiting for Valerie
Now every time I turn my back
She's 'round the corner, looking for a crack
It's going to be the ruin of me
Well I'm running on nervous energy
Running on nervous energy
Oh Valerie! She want to move out of town
Valerie! She want the money down
She want leopard-skin this, tiger-skin that
Matching luggage, lipstick, hat
I can't afford her on my salary
Still I'm a-wait, wait, waiting for Valerie
I'm a-wait, wait, waiting for Valerie
Hmm I'm a-wait, wait, waiting for Valerie
Valerie! Oh Valerie! Well! Whooo!
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Saving the Good Stuff for You
I’ve seen trouble from every direction
My old head is peppered with grey
I could never resist life’s temptations
Oh, they just seemed to fall in my way
I’ve had wives and I’ve treated them all badly
Maybe a lover or two
All the time oh I didn’t know it
I was saving the good stuff for you
I was saving the good stuff for you, darling
Saving the good stuff for you
There was some part of me knew, darling,
To save the good stuff for you
And I even thought on occasion
It was love that was making me blue
Oh some kind of love, well I called it love
Maybe fatal attraction will do
Well I got it all out of my system
My heart it is tested and true
All the time oh I didn’t know it
I was saving the good stuff for you
I was saving the good stuff for you, darling
Saving the good stuff for you
There was some part of me knew, darling,
To save the good stuff for you
Now I’m glad that you never did know me
When I was out of control
I was hollow right there in the middle
Some people get sucked in the hole
But I cut myself loose from the old ways
And you’re all that I’m clinging to
All the time oh I didn’t know it
I was saving the good stuff for you
I was saving the good stuff for you, darling
Saving the good stuff for you
There was some part of me knew, darling,
To save the good stuff for you.
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Johnny's on the Rolling Sea
Sweet Warrior
Johnny's Far Away
Johnny's joined a ceilidh band
They're known quite well throughout the land: The Drones
The Drones have signed upon a cruise
And Tracy's laying in the booze back home
She's got herself another man, a smoothy
While the kids are in the front room watching movies
She's got him in a headlock, in an armlock, in a jam
She says I can't express myself with my old man
While Johnny's far away on the rolling, rolling
Johnny's far away on the rolling sea
Johnny's far away on the rolling, rolling
Johnny's far away on the rolling sea
On the rolling sea On the rolling sea
Johnny's cruising out to sea
And he believes in chastity, for some
The wealthy widows bill and coo
He fends off one or two and then succumbs
Well they're hard in pirate ports in the Bahamas
He's turning her right out of her pyjamas
He's turned her every which way, to the rhythm of the sea
He says I can't express myself with my old lady
While Johnny's far away on the rolling, rolling
Johnny's far away on the rolling sea
Johnny's far away on the rolling, rolling
Johnny's far away on the rolling sea
On the rolling sea On the rolling sea
Johnny's home he opens up the door
While someone's sneaking out the back
And Tracy says you look so poorly,
Sores and all, you ought to see the quack
She wipes the kip from off the kiddies' noses
And he charms her with eleven battered roses
And by and by they get down to the job of man and wife
Back to the old comforts of the missionary life
While Johnny's far away on the rolling, rolling
Johnny's far away on the rolling sea
Johnny's far away on the rolling, rolling
Johnny's far away on the rolling sea
On the rolling sea
On the rolling sea
On the rolling sea
On the rolling sea
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Pharaoh
Pharaoh he sits in his tower of steel
The dogs of money all at his heel
Magicians cry, Oh Truth! Oh Real!
We're all working for the Pharaoh
A thousand eyes, a thousand ears
He feeds us all, he feeds our fears
Don't stir in your sleep tonight, my dears
We're all working for the Pharaoh
Egypt Land, Egypt Land
We're all living in Egypt land
Tell me, brother, don't you understand
We're all working for the Pharaoh
Hidden from the eye of chance
The men of shadow dance a dance
And we're all struck into a trance
We're all working for the Pharaoh
Idols rise into the sky
Pyramids soar, Sphinxes lie
Head of dog, Osiris eye
We're all working for the Pharaoh
I dig a ditch, I shape a stone
Another battlement for his throne
Another day on earth is flown
We're all working for the Pharaoh
Call it England, call it Spain
Egypt rules with the whip and chain
Moses free my people again!
We're all working for the Pharaoh
Pharaoh he sits in his tower of steel
Around his feet the princes kneel
Far beneath we shoulder the wheel
We're all working for the Pharaoh