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"Modern Times" by Al Stewart, which was released in 1974 and consists of 6 songs.
Apple Cider Re-Constitution
When we came to the station all the trains were rusty,
The doors were open and the windows broken in
There was grass in all the cracks and the air hung musty
The travel posters were flapping in the wind
So we moved through the dust and gloom
Playing waiting games in the waiting-room
Lay our sleeping-bags out on the floor
And on Sunday morning easy rider comes to me with apple cider
Sometimes it seems unimaginable
That you were every any other way
With your white rose face and your orphan clothes,
Embroidered jeans and silver chains
You're a well known face in all the hang-out places
Where the lost souls congregate
And you sit all night, but you talk too fast
And I don't know what you're trying to say.
(Dave Mudge/Al Stewart)
Hello old friend, what a strange coincidence to find you
It's been fifteen years since we last met, but I still recognised you
So call the barman over here, and let us fill our glasses
and drink a toast to olden times where all our memories llie,
Where all our memories lie
Do you remember the time we were young?
Lowly, lowly, low
He heard the clatter of her heels in the street,
The clock said half-past three
He lay there waiting in the dark to hear
The scraping of the front-door key
He wouldn't say to her
"Don't you want to know where you were?"
She wouldn't find him there
She missed the train, she felt the rain upon her face
Not The One
It's the kind of grey November day that washes away reflections
In the eys of hotel porters
And the latticed wooden benches by the sea contain no traveller
Or Irish lady authors
And the girl in the raincoat walks the lanes of Brighton
With her collar turned against the wind
And hovers in the doorways of second-hand bookshops
Among the dust and fading print
And you're not the one she's thinking of
And you're not the one she really wants
What's Going On?
First time I saw you, you were Mr. Natural
You seemed so diffident, you hardly spoke at all
Now you come to me and you've got green streaks in your hair
You walk like Greta Garbo, but you talk like Yogi Bear
What's going on? What's going on?
I really don't believe what's going on; what's going on?
Anyone in the farmouse could have given you the news
You think you're in control but you're only being used
I know your head is in the sky and you're easy to deceive
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