Roy Harper - One Of Those Days In England (Parts 2-10)(Remastered)

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– One Of Those Days In England –

Every Wednesday morning, at about the hour of ten
I give the Queen my autograph and she gives me the yen
The man behind the counter smiles, the doorman bows again
Just another day down on the dole queue
But the government must love me 'cos they keep me out of work
They must be saving me for something special
Maybe it's the job of rolling spliffs for Captain Kirk
Or giving Miss Lovelace a pubic hair-do

One of those days in England with a sword in every pond
And birds in every garden in the land
One of those days in England when the passion never ends
A slowly moving season by the fire of my friends
And though the time fast slips away
It's long enough to laugh and play
Around the fireside making hay
Dreaming of tomorrow, you know there's no today
One of those days in England with the willow hanging on
I dreamt I met an old man down the road
Whispering the mysteries of patterns up ahead
And stirring past reflections with the sword of lightning said

Alfred had me made
From Albion's everglade
And I made him to lie with me
Whence all my troubles fade
You may have read the signs
Beware of strange designs
For though the victors write the books
The loser speaks the lines
So let's now both be gone
'Tis far to Avalon
And though we go our different ways
I'll see you there anon

And so I got on board the bird of aeons and I rode
But every time I met a prince a fork came down the road
I kept on thinking that I'd stop once everybody showed
Gathered in the myths of our reflection
But stopping ain't that possible this far into control
This far beyond the non-imagination
No more than I can shed the moving forces of my soul
The time-lords of the slowly revolution

You and me mother we're gonna raise a ship full of kids and slowly lose them
Why does it matter where they've all gone we don't even have the power to choose them
You and me father we're gonna colonise all of the stars with lots of our(s), madness
Shooting through space with sons on our hips and guns on our lips to play snakes and ladders O heavens above
I'm coming with love
All over you
You and me sister we're gonna plant a bomb in a street to change law and order
And when we've killed all who resisted the call we'll discover a brand new wall at the border You and me brother wrapped up in silence brooding for better breathing spaces
Seeing ideals we were one time a part of rip us apart in our holiest places
O heavens above
I'm coming with love
All over you

Sitting out there with your silvery hair
And your thundery look when you really don't care
But I love you
Dolly blue rivers foreverness givers
I'll know without going and go without knowing
Above you
Stood on the ship in a dream at third slip
With Britannica's talons on Albion's grip
Do you need me
Looking for you when its catch 22
And you've never been here but its always been blue
Up above me

Up above me
O Mrs. Space took her man to the human race
And together they humped over the edge
Nine months later they were sharing a brand new face
The latest thin end of the wedge
And baby grew, grew into a space cadet
A legend lives he screamed under his breath
I'm in the queue.. for the hell of it
Some place in-between life and death
O Mrs. Space I love you
With your come-home-early eye
Don't ever come between us
'Cos times don't change they fly
And it don't seem long since my life was an endless stream
The future fled into time without trace
I see the end now but I've fallen in love again
With a girl who can travel in space

O Mrs. Space you lead me a wild goose chase
In-between, in-between every line
Well hell girl I don't even know your face
'Cos you see you've been sitting on mine
Oh Mrs. Space I love you
With your come-home-early eye
Don't ever come between us
'Cos times don't change they fly
Slowly slipping into history feel us go
With these times another age could never know
See the photos black and white and quaintly dressed
Stood in queues of people smiling, sorely pressed
Your silent room is the collection of your ways
Every shelf is built of all those different days
And those much younger cannot understand by half
The wireless living room, the faces round the hearth
The ration books of Matthews out there on the wing
The corner shop that sold us almost everything
The farthing in the change the sirens and the planes
Puffing billies shunting eras down the lanes (down the lane)

You know we'll soon be gone from here
Year upon light year
We'll take the stories with us there
The memories are dear...

(Incomplete. Lyrics for this song are too long for YouTube description)