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DISCID=03116912
DTITLE=Judy Collins / Forever - An Anthology - CD1
DYEAR=1997
DGENRE=Folk
TTITLE0=Both Sides Now
TTITLE1=Desperado
TTITLE2=Masters Of War
TTITLE3=Fisherman Song
TTITLE4=So Early, Early In The Spring
TTITLE5=First Boy I Loved
TTITLE6=Albatross
TTITLE7=Hard Lovin' Loser
TTITLE8=In the Heat Of The Summer
TTITLE9=Pirate Jenny
TTITLE10=Turn, Turn, Turn
TTITLE11=Salt Of The Earth
TTITLE12=Farewell To Tarwathie
TTITLE13=Spanish Is The Loving Tongue
TTITLE14=Nothing Lasts Forever
TTITLE15=Walls (We Are Not Forgotten)
TTITLE16=Bird On A Wire
TTITLE17=Amazing Grace
EXTD= YEAR: 1997
EXTT0=BOTH SIDES NOW \n(Joni Mitchell) \n\nBows and flows of angel hai
EXTT0=r \nAnd ice-cream castles in the sky \nAnd feather canyons every
EXTT0=where \nI've looked to clouds that way. \nBut now they only bloc
EXTT0=k the sun, \nThey rain and snow on everyone. \nSo many things I 
EXTT0=would have done \nBut clouds got in my way. \nI've looked at clo
EXTT0=uds from both sides now, \nFrom up and down, and still somehow, 
EXTT0=\nIts cloud illusions I recall, \nI really don't know clouds at 
EXTT0=all. \n\nMoons and Junes and Ferris wheels \nThe dizzy dancing w
EXTT0=ay you feel \nAs every fairy tale comes real \nI've looked at cl
EXTT0=ouds that way. \nBut now its just another show \nyou leave 'em l
EXTT0=aughing when they go \nAnd if you care don't let them know \nDon
EXTT0='t give yourself away. \nI've looked at love from both sides now
EXTT0= \nFrom give and take and still somehow \nIt's love's illusions 
EXTT0=I recall \nI really don't know love at all. \n\nTears and fears 
EXTT0=and feeling proud \nTo say "I love you" right out loud \nDreams 
EXTT0=and schemes and circus crowds \nI've looked at life that way. \n
EXTT0=But now old friends are acting strange \nThey shake their heads,
EXTT0= they say I've changed \nBut something's lost and something's ga
EXTT0=ined \nIn living every day. \nI've looked at life from both side
EXTT0=s now \nFrom win and lose and still somehow \nIt's life's illusi
EXTT0=ons I recall \nI really don't know life at all. 
EXTT1=Desperado\n\n(D. Henley, G. Frey)\n\nDesperado, why don't you co
EXTT1=me to your senses,\nYou've been out ridin fences for so long now
EXTT1=,\nOh and you're a hard one, but I know that you've got your rea
EXTT1=sons,\nThe things that are pleasin you can hurt you somehow.\n\n
EXTT1=Don't you draw the queen of diamonds boy, she'll beat you if she
EXTT1='s able.\nYou know the queen of hearts is always your best bet.\n
EXTT1=Now it seems to me some fine things have been laid upon your tab
EXTT1=le,\nBut you only want the ones you can't get.\n\nDesperado, you
EXTT1= ain't gettin no younger,\nYour pain and your hunger, they're dr
EXTT1=ivin you home,\nAnd freedom, oh freedom, well that's just some p
EXTT1=eople talkin.\nYour prison is walking through this world all alo
EXTT1=ne.\n\nDon't your feet get cold in the wintertime,\nThe sky won'
EXTT1=t snow and the sun won't shine,\nIt's hard to tell the nighttime
EXTT1= from the day.\nAnd you're losin all your highs and lows,\nAin't
EXTT1= it funny how the feelin goes away?\n\nDesperado, why don't you 
EXTT1=come to your senses,\nCome down from your fences- open the gates
EXTT1=.\nIt may be rainin, but there's a rainbow above you.\nYou'd bet
EXTT1=ter let somebody love you,\nLET SOMEBODY LOVE YOU.\nYou'd better
EXTT1= let somebody love you,\nbefore it's too late.
EXTT2=Masters Of War\nBob Dylan\n\nCome you masters of war\nYou that b
EXTT2=uild all the guns\nYou that build the death planes\nYou that bui
EXTT2=ld the big bombs\nYou that hide behind walls\nYou that hide behi
EXTT2=nd desks\nI just want you to know\nI can see through your masks\n
EXTT2=\nYou that never done nothin'\nBut build to destroy\nYou play wi
EXTT2=th my world\nLike it's your little toy\nYou put a gun in my hand
EXTT2=\nAnd you hide from my eyes\nAnd you turn and run farther\nWhen 
EXTT2=the fast bullets fly\n\nLike Judas of old\nYou lie and deceive\n
EXTT2=A world war can be won\nYou want me to believe\nBut I see throug
EXTT2=h your eyes\nAnd I see through your brain\nLike I see through th
EXTT2=e water\nThat runs down my drain\n\nYou fasten the triggers\nFor
EXTT2= the others to fire\nThen you set back and watch\nWhen the death
EXTT2= count gets higher\nYou hide in your mansion\nAs young people's 
EXTT2=blood\nFlows out of their bodies\nAnd is buried in the mud\n\nYo
EXTT2=u've thrown the worst fear\nThat can ever be hurled\nFear to bri
EXTT2=ng children\nInto the world\nFor threatening my baby\nUnborn and
EXTT2= unnamed\nYou ain't worth the blood\nThat runs in your veins\n\n
EXTT2=How much do I know\nTo talk out of turn\nYou might say that I'm 
EXTT2=young\nYou might say I'm unlearned\nBut there's one thing I know
EXTT2=\nThough I'm younger than you\nEven Jesus would never\nForgive w
EXTT2=hat you do\n\nLet me ask you one question\nIs your money that go
EXTT2=od\nWill it buy you forgiveness\nDo you think that it could\nI t
EXTT2=hink you will find\nWhen your death takes its toll\nAll the mone
EXTT2=y you made\nWill never buy back your soul\n\nAnd I hope that you
EXTT2= die\nAnd your death'll come soon\nI will follow your casket\nIn
EXTT2= the pale afternoon\nAnd I'll watch while you're lowered\nDown t
EXTT2=o your deathbed\nAnd I'll stand o'er your grave\n'Til I'm sure t
EXTT2=hat you're dead
EXTT3=
EXTT4=
EXTT5=
EXTT6=ALBATROSS\nwords & music by Judy Collins\nCopyright: The Wildflo
EXTT6=wers Company 1967\n\nThe lady comes to the gate\nDressed in lave
EXTT6=nder and leather\nLooking North to the sea\nShe finds the weathe
EXTT6=r fine\nShe hears the steeple bells\nRinging through the orchard
EXTT6= \nall the way from town\nShe watches seagulls fly\nSilver on th
EXTT6=e ocean\nStitching through the waves\nThe edges of the sky\n\nMa
EXTT6=ny people wander up the hills\nfrom all around you\nThey cover y
EXTT6=ou with veils of wonder\nAs if you were a bride\nYoung men holdi
EXTT6=ng violets\nAre curious to know if you have cried\nAnd tell you 
EXTT6=why\nAnd ask you why\nAny way you answer\n\nLace around the coll
EXTT6=ars \nof the blouses of the ladies\nFlowers from a Spanish \nfri
EXTT6=end of the family\nThe embroid'ry of your life holds you in\nAnd
EXTT6= keeps you out but you survive\nImprisoned in your bones\nBehind
EXTT6= the isinglass windows of your eyes\n\nAnd in the night the iron
EXTT6= wheels rolling through the rain\nDown the hills through the lon
EXTT6=g grass to the sea\nAnd in the dark the hard bells ringing with 
EXTT6=pain\nCome away alone\n\nEven now by the gate\nWith you long hai
EXTT6=r blowing\nAnd the colors of the day\nThat lie along your arms\n
EXTT6=You must barter your life\nTo make sure you are living\nAnd the 
EXTT6=crowd that has come\nYou give them colors\nAnd the bells and win
EXTT6=d and the dreams\n\nWill there never be a prince\nWho rides alon
EXTT6=g the sea and the mountains\nScattering the sand and foam\nInto 
EXTT6=amethyst fountains\nRiding up the hills from the beach\nIn the l
EXTT6=ong summer grass\nHolding the sun in his hands\nAnd shattering t
EXTT6=he isinglass?\n\nDay and night and day again\nAnd people come an
EXTT6=d go away forever\nWhile the shining summer sea\nDances in the g
EXTT6=lass of your mirror\nWhile you search the waves for love\nAnd yo
EXTT6=ur visions for a sign\nThe knot of tears around your throat\nIs 
EXTT6=chrystalizing into your design..\n\nAnd in the night the iron wh
EXTT6=eels rolling through the rain\nDown the hills through the long g
EXTT6=rass to the sea\nAnd in the dark the hard bells ringing with pai
EXTT6=n\nCome away alone\nCome away alone...with me.
EXTT7=HARD LOVIN' LOSER \n(Richard Farina) \n\nHes the kind of guy put
EXTT7=s on a motorcycle jacket \nAnd he weigh about a hundred and five
EXTT7= \nHe's the kind of surfer got a ho-daddy haircut \nAnd you wond
EXTT7=er how he'll ever survive \nHe's the kind of frogman wearing twe
EXTT7=nty pounds of counterweights \nAnd sinking in the sea like a sto
EXTT7=ne \nHe's the kind of soldier got no sense of direction \nAnd th
EXTT7=ey send him in the jungle alone \nBut when the frost's on the pu
EXTT7=mpkin and the litle girls are jumpin' \nHe's a hard loving son o
EXTT7=f a gun \nHe's got them waiting down the stairs just to sample h
EXTT7=is affairs \nAnd they call him a spoonful of fun \n\nHe's the ki
EXTT7=nd of person going riding on a skateboard \nAnd his mind's ragin
EXTT7=g out of control \nHe's the kind of person goes to drive a Maser
EXTT7=ati \nPuts his key inside the wrong little hole \nHe's the kind 
EXTT7=of ski bum tearing wild down the mountain \nHits a patch where t
EXTT7=here ain't any snow \nHe's the kind of cowboy got a hot trigger 
EXTT7=finger \nShoots his boot 'cause he's drawing kind of slow \nBut 
EXTT7=when it comes in for rolling, he's an expert at bowling \nSets t
EXTT7=he pins up and lays 'em right down \nHe's got them taking off th
EXTT7=eir heels, and they like the way he feels \nAnd they call him a 
EXTT7=carnival clown \n\nHe's got a parachute and screaming out "Geron
EXTT7=imo!" \nAnd makes a little hole in the ground \nHe's the kind of
EXTT7= logger when the man hollers "Timber!" \nGot to stop and look ar
EXTT7=ound for the sound \nHe's the kind of artist rents a groovy litt
EXTT7=le attic \nAnd discovers that he can't grow a beard \nHe's the h
EXTT7=uman cannon ball come in for a landing \nAnd he wonders where th
EXTT7=e net disappeared \nBut when he takes off his shoes, man, it won
EXTT7='t come as news \nHe's got them lining up in threes and in twos 
EXTT7=\nHe's got them painting on the floor, got them begging for some
EXTT7= more \nAnd they call him whatever they choose. 
EXTT8=
EXTT9=Pirate Jenny\n\nYou like to see me wash the glasses, wipe the fl
EXTT9=oors,\nMake the beds, I'm the best of servants.\nYou can kindly 
EXTT9=throw me pennies and I'll thank you very much.\nWhen you see me 
EXTT9=ragged and tattered in this dirty shit hotel,\nYou don't know in
EXTT9= hell who's talking,\nYou still don't know in hell who's talking
EXTT9=.\nYet one fine day there will be roars from the harbour\nAnd yo
EXTT9=u'll ask, "What is all that screeching for ?"\nAnd you'll see me
EXTT9= smiling as I dunk the glasses\nAnd you'll say, "What's she got 
EXTT9=to smile at for ?"\nAnd the ship, its sails shining,\nFifty-five
EXTT9= cannons wide, Sir,\nWaits there at the quay.\n\nYou say, "Work 
EXTT9=on, wipe the glasses, my girl."\nAnd just slip me a dirty six-pe
EXTT9=nce.\nAnd your pennies will be taken, and your beds will be made
EXTT9=,\n(But I doubt if forty winks will come anybody's way)\nAnd you
EXTT9= still don't know in hell who's talking,\nYou still don't know i
EXTT9=n hell who's talking.\nStill one fine day there'll be a loud ban
EXTT9=g from the harbour,\nAnd you'll ask, "Jesus Christ, what was tha
EXTT9=t bang ?"\nAnd you'll see me standing right behind the window,\n
EXTT9=And you'll say, "Why has she got the evil eye ?"\nAnd the ship, 
EXTT9=its sails shining,\nFifty-five cannons wide, Sir,\nWill be aimed
EXTT9= at this town.\n\nSo then lads, it's time for tears, no more lau
EXTT9=ghs at the bar,\nFor the walls will be at your ankles.\nAnd look
EXTT9= out, lads, the town will be flat as the ground,\nThis dirty shi
EXTT9=t hotel will be spared wreck and ruin\nAnd you'll say, "Who is t
EXTT9=he fancy bitch lives there ?"\nYou'll say, "Who is the fancy bit
EXTT9=ch lives there ?"\nThere'll be rows of people running round the 
EXTT9=hotel\nAnd you'll ask, "Why should they have spared this hovel ?
EXTT9="\nAnd you'll see me in the morning leaving lightly\nAnd you'll 
EXTT9=say, "That one, her , she lived there ?"\nThe same ship, its sai
EXTT9=ls shining,\nFifty-five cannons wide, Sir,\nFlies crossbones and
EXTT9= skull.\n\nIn the midday sun a hundred men will step ashore\nAll
EXTT9= tramping where shadows crawled.\nThey'll lay their hands on men
EXTT9=, hide in sheets, getting behind doors\nLead them in chains here
EXTT9= before this silent woman,\nAnd they'll say, "Well, which ones s
EXTT9=hall we kill ?"\nThey'll say, "Which ones shall we kill ?"\nCome
EXTT9= the dot of twelve, it will be still in the harbour,\nWhen they 
EXTT9=ask me, "Well, who is going to die ?"\nAnd you'll hear me whispe
EXTT9=ring, oh, so sweetly, "All of them!"\nAnd as the soft heads fall
EXTT9=, I'll say, "Hop-l!"\nThat same ship, its sails shining,\nFifty
EXTT9=-five cannons wide, Sir,\nDisappears with me.
EXTT10=TURN, TURN, TURN (TO EVERYTHING THERE IS A SEASON) \n(adapted f
EXTT10=rom Ecclesiastes by Pete Seeger) \n\nTo everything, turn, turn,
EXTT10= turn \nThere is a season, turn, turn, turn \nAnd a time for ev
EXTT10=ery purpose under heaven \n\nA time to be born, a time to die \n
EXTT10=A time to plant, a time to reap \nA time to kill, a time to hea
EXTT10=l \nA time to laugh, a time to weep \n\nA time to build up, a t
EXTT10=ime to break down \nA time to dance, a time to mourn \nA time t
EXTT10=o cast away stones \nA time to gather stones together \n\nA tim
EXTT10=e of love, a time of hate \nA time of war, a time of peace \nA 
EXTT10=time you may embrace \nA time to refrain from embracing \n\nA t
EXTT10=ime to gain, a time to lose \nA time to rend, a time to sew \nA
EXTT10= time of love, a time of hate \nA time of peace, I swear it's n
EXTT10=ot too late 
EXTT11=Salt Of The Earth\nMick Jagger and Keith Richard\n\nLets drink
EXTT11= to the hard working people,\nLets drink to the lowly of birth
EXTT11=.\nRaise your glass to the good and the evil,\nLets drink to t
EXTT11=he salt of the earth.\nSay a prayr for the common foot soldier
EXTT11=,\nSpare a thought for his back breaking work.\nSay a prayr fo
EXTT11=r his wife and his children\nWho burn the fires and who still t
EXTT11=ill the earth.\n\n(CHORUS)\nAnd when I search a faceless crowd,
EXTT11=\nA swirling mass of grey and black and white,\nThey dont look
EXTT11= real to me, in fakt,\nThey look so strange.\n\nRaise your glas
EXTT11=s to the hard working people,\nLets drink to the uncounted hea
EXTT11=ds.\nLets think of the wavering millions\nWho need leaders but
EXTT11= get gamblers instead.\nSpare a thougth for the stay-at-home vo
EXTT11=ter,\nHis emty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows,\nAnd at parad
EXTT11=es of gray suited grafters;\nA choice of cancer or polio!\n\nLe
EXTT11=ts drink to the hard working people,\nLets think of the lowly
EXTT11= of birth.\nSpare a thought for the ragtaggy people,\nLets dri
EXTT11=nk to the salt of the earth.\nLets drink to the hardworking pe
EXTT11=ople,\nLets drink to the salt of the earth.\nLets think of th
EXTT11=e two thousand million,\nLets think of the humble of birth.\n\n
EXTT12=FAREWELL TO TARWATHIE \nBy George Scroggie \n\nFarewell to Tarw
EXTT12=athie, adieu Mormond Hill \nAnd the dear land o' Crimond, I'll 
EXTT12=bid you fareweel \nI'm bound out for Greenland and ready to sai
EXTT12=l \nIn hopes to find riches in hunting the whale \n\nFarewell t
EXTT12=o my comrades, for awhile we must part \nAnd likewise the dear 
EXTT12=lass that fair won my heart \nThe cold ice of Greenland, my lov
EXTT12=e will not chill \nAnd the longer my absence, more loving she'l
EXTT12=l feel \n\nOur ship is well rigged and she's ready to sail \nOu
EXTT12=r crew, they are anxious to follow the whale \nWhere the iceber
EXTT12=gs do float and the stormy winds blow \nWhere the land and the 
EXTT12=ocean are covered with snow \n\nThe cold coast of Greenland is 
EXTT12=barren and bare \nNo seed time nor harvest is ever known there 
EXTT12=\nAnd the birds here sing sweetly on mountain and dale \nBut th
EXTT12=ere  isn't a birdie to sing to the whale \n\nThere is no habita
EXTT12=tion for a man to live there \nAnd the king of that country is 
EXTT12=the fierce Greenland bear \nAnd there will be no temptation to 
EXTT12=tarry long there \nWi' our ship bumper full, we will homeward r
EXTT12=epair 
EXTT13=SPANISH IS THE LOVING TONGUE \n(Charles Badger Clark, Jr.) \n\n
EXTT13=Spanish is the loving tongue \nSoft as music, light as spray; \n
EXTT13='Twas a girl I learned it from \nLiving down Sonora way. \nI do
EXTT13=n't look much like a lover, \nYet I say her love words over. \n
EXTT13=Often when I'm all alone \n"Mi amor, mi corazon" \n\nNights whe
EXTT13=n she knew where I'd ride \nShe would listen for my spurs, \nFl
EXTT13=ing the big door open wide, \nRaise them laughing eyes of hers.
EXTT13= \nAnd my heart would nigh stop beating \nWhen I heard her tend
EXTT13=er greeting, \nWhispered soft for me alone --- \n"Mi amor, mi c
EXTT13=orazon" \n\nMoonlight on the patio, \nOld senora nodding near, 
EXTT13=\nMe and Juana talking low \nSo the Madre couldn't hear. \nHow 
EXTT13=the hours would go a-flyin! \nAnd too soon i'd hear her sighin'
EXTT13= k tr In her little sorry tone --- \n"Adios, mi corazon." \n\nB
EXTT13=ut one time I had to fly \nFor a foolish gamblin' fight, \nAnd 
EXTT13=we said a swift goodbye \nIn that black unlucky night. \nWhen I
EXTT13='d loosed her arms from clingin' \nWith her words the hoofs kep
EXTT13=t ringin', \nAs I galloped north alone --- \n"Adios, mi corazon
EXTT13=." \n\nNever seen her since that night, \nI can't cross the lin
EXTT13=e, you know. \nShe was Mex and I was white; \nLike as not it's 
EXTT13=better so. \nYet I've always sort of missed her \nSince that la
EXTT13=st wild night I kissed her; \nLeft her heart and lost my own \n
EXTT13="Adios, mi corazon." 
EXTT14=
EXTT15=We Are Not Forgotten (Walls) \nWords by Judy Collins & Louis Ne
EXTT15=lson - Music by Judy Collins \ncopyright: The Wildflowers Compa
EXTT15=ny 1995\n\nWe are not forgotten.\n\nListen to my heart, look in
EXTT15=to my eyes.\nI have seen the stars falling from the skies.\nLis
EXTT15=ten to my fears, yours will lift and fly.\nLet me show you wher
EXTT15=e, I have touched the air.\nStories from the past, all as true 
EXTT15=as mine.\nWe can speak at last through the sands of time.\n\nWe
EXTT15= are not forgotten anymore.\n\nThese are things, \nSheets of fa
EXTT15=lling rain, hope that concurs pain.\nSouls that call again in m
EXTT15=y memory.\nThrough the veils of light falling on the sea.\nLett
EXTT15=ers wrapped in love, lips pressed in my dreams.\nHoly thoughts 
EXTT15=and brave, men who laugh and weep\n\nWe are not forgotten anymo
EXTT15=re.\n\nI am the face on the wall,\nSpirit of hope ever rising\n
EXTT15=I am the prayer in your heart for peace.\n\nNothing can protect
EXTT15=s us like a wall.\nFrom our foes and our fears.\nNothing can be
EXTT15= broken like a wall.\nWith our hopes and our tears\n\n\n\n\nWe 
EXTT15=learned all to well, hard as you may try.\nThere are days you w
EXTT15=in, there are days you die.\nHaving seen the war, I can speak o
EXTT15=f peace.\nHow we prayed all night for the dawn's release.\nDid 
EXTT15=we all come home, did we turn the page?\nThere are walls of joy
EXTT15=, there are walls of rage.\nWalls at which you weep, walls on w
EXTT15=hich you dance\nWalls made of regret, walls you made by chance.
EXTT15=\nWalls that break you heart, walls through which you can see.\n
EXTT15=Wall on which you climb and walls that set you free.\n\nWe are 
EXTT15=not forgotten anymore.\n\nI am the face on the wall,\nSpirit of
EXTT15= hope ever rising\nI am the prayer in your heart for peace.
EXTT16=Bird on the Wire\n\nLike a bird on the wire, \nlike a drunk in 
EXTT16=a midnight choir \nI have tried in my way to be free. \nLike a 
EXTT16=worm on a hook, \nlike a knight from some old fashioned book \n
EXTT16=I have saved all my ribbons for thee. \nIf I, if I have been un
EXTT16=kind, \nI hope that you can just let it go by. \nIf I, if I hav
EXTT16=e been untrue \nI hope you know it was never to you. \n\nLike a
EXTT16= baby, stillborn, \nlike a beast with his horn \nI have torn ev
EXTT16=eryone who reached out for me. \nBut I swear by this song \nand
EXTT16= by all that I have done wrong \nI will make it all up to thee.
EXTT16= \nI saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch, \nhe said to me
EXTT16=, "You must not ask for so much." \nAnd a pretty woman leaning 
EXTT16=in her darkened door, \nshe cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for 
EXTT16=more?" \n\nOh like a bird on the wire, \nlike a drunk in a midn
EXTT16=ight choir \nI have tried in my way to be free. 
EXTT17=AMAZING GRACE\n\nAmazing grace, how sweet the sound\nThat saved
EXTT17= a wretch like me\nI once was lost, but now I'm found\nWas blin
EXTT17=d, but now I see\n\n'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear\nA
EXTT17=nd grace that fear relieved\nHow precious did that grace appear
EXTT17=\nThe hour I first believed.\n\nThrough many dangers, toils, an
EXTT17=d snares\nI have already come\n'Tis grace has brought me safe t
EXTT17=hus far\nAnd grace will lead me home.\n\nHow sweet the name of 
EXTT17=Jesus sounds\nIn a believer's ear\nIt soothes his sorrows, heal
EXTT17=s his wounds\nAnd drives away his fear.\n\nMust Jesus bear the 
EXTT17=cross alone\nAnd all the world go free\nNo, there's a cross for
EXTT17= everyone\nAnd there's a cross for me.\n\nWhen we've been here 
EXTT17=ten thousand years\nBright shining as the sun,\nWe've no less d
EXTT17=ays to sing God's praise\nThan when we first begun.
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