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Traffic - Mr. Fantasy

Traffic - Mr. Fantasy

Robbie Rocks
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Heaven is in Your Mind
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Berkshire Poppies
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No Face, No Name, No Number
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Dear Mr. Fantasy
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Dealer
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Utterly Simple
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Coloured Rain
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Steve Winwood - Organ, Guitar, Bass Guitar, Piano, Harpsichord, Percussion and Vocals
Chris Wood - Flute, Saxophone, Organ, Percussion and Vocals
Jim Capaldi - Drums, Percussion and Vocals
Dave Mason - Guitar, Mellotron, Sitar, Tambura, Shakkai, Bass Guitar and Vocals

Side 1
Heaven Is In Your Mind *YouTube
Berkshire Poppies *YouTube
House for Everyone
No Face, No Name, No Number *YouTube
Dear Mr. Fantasy *YouTube

Side 2
Dealer
Utterly Simple
Coloured Rain
Hope I Never Find Me There
Giving to You
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Lyrics

Heaven is in Your Mind
(Winwood/Capaldi/Wood)

You ride on the swing in and out of the bars
Capturing moments of life in a jar
Playing with children, acting as stars
Guiding your visions to heaven and heaven is in your mind
Take extra care not to lose what you feel
The apple you're eating is simple and real
Water the flowers that grow at you heel
Guiding your visions to heaven and heaven is in your mind

 

 


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Berkshire Poppies
(Winwood/Capaldi)

So many people with nothing to do
Hundreds of buildings that block out my view
Watched by a tramp with a hole in his shoe
Standing alone on the corner

He's thinking that work is all a big joke
While he looks in the gutter for something to smoke
Two hundred kids in one red minimoke
Scream down the street fully loaded

Day in the city
Oh what a pity
I could be in Berkshire where the poppies are so pretty
I could be in Berkshire where the poppies are so pretty
I wish that I was there
I wanna make it out of there

People like sardines
Packed in a can
Waiting for Christmas that's made in Japan
And I'm having trouble with my apple flan
Sat in the cafe on the corner

I walk through the green gates and into the park
Where murderers crawl after girls in the dark
Down by the shed I head a remark
I turned on but no one could hear me
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House for Everyone
(Mason)

My bed is made of candy floss, the house is made of cheese
It's lit by lots of glow-worms; if I'm wrong correct me please.
The village is a pop-up book, the people wooden dolls.
The roads are made of treacle things, it's time that I moved on.
Chorus:
My home is half a walnut shell, the journey will be long
So I filled the whole with peppermints and creamy pink blanc-mange.
I sailed away for fifteen days, it never once got dark
And came upon two large houses set out in a park.
Verse:
On the door of one was truth, on the other door was lies.
Which one should I enter thru? I really must decide
The door of lies had lots of flowers growing round outside
But looking close I noticed it was crumbling inside
Verse:
The door of truth was very plain, but stood up very strong,
And when I entered thru its door I knew I wasn't wrong.
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No Face, No Name, No Number
(Winwood/Capaldi)

I'm looking for a girl who has no face
She has no name, or number
And so I search within his lonely place
Knowing that I won't find her
Well, I can't stop this feeling deep in inside me
Ruling my mind

I feel no sound
Don't know where I'm bound

The scenery is all the same to me
Nothing has changed or faded
I'm a part of it, some part of me
Painted cool green, and shaded
So, try to find myself must be the only way
To feel free


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Dear Mr. Fantasy
(Winwood/Capaldi)

Dear Mister Fantasy play us a tune
Something to make us all happy
Do anything take us out of this gloom
Sing a song, play guitar
Make it snappy
You are the one who can make us all laugh
But doing that you break out in tears
Please don't be sad if it was a straight mind you had
We wouldn't have known you all these years

 

 

 

 


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Dealer
(Capaldi)

As the evening sun goes down
The Dealer shuffles into town
Makes a note of what's a float
And spinning 'round he'll cut your throat
In the time it takes to heal
The dealer's made another deal
When he plays he plays for keeps
And sweeps the spinning roulette wheel
Dealer, Dealer

Like the mighty ocean's roar
He gets all his share and more
Mexican right to the core and very proud
He'll get even with the score
Leave your wife a weeping widow on the shore

Between the desert and the dove
Money is his only love
Feeling nothing deep inside
His mind is governed by his pride
In a smoky little room
Shadows moving in the gloom
Someone turns a running flush
And breaks the deathly quiet hush
Dealer, Dealer
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Utterly Simple
(Dave Mason)

Everything really is stupidly simple
And yet all around is utter confusion
Fairy tales written may help you to see it
Do you understand about Lewis's Alice?
We fit all our lives into regular patterns
All that we really know is that we're really living

The man that seeks the world, his wisdom seeks to know his mind.
And knowing where his feet should walk, and when he should,
or should not talk. And have a friend to find.
Don't look around to find the sound that's right beneath your feet.
The hermit sits inside his cave and seeks to know his mind.
Staring into empty space, and seeing things in people's faces
others cannot find.
Don't look around to find the sound that's right beneath your feet
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We've nothing to hide so why try to hide it?
I know there are some but they're screwed up inside
If you need a reason for all this I'm singing
It's simpleness really that gives it its meaning
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Coloured Rain
(Winwood/Capaldi/Wood)

Yesterday I was a young boy
Searching for my way
Not knowing what I wanted
Living life from day to day
'Till you came along
There was nothing but an empty space and a pain

Feels like Coloured Rain
Tastes like Coloured Rain
Bring on Coloured Rain
Yeah!

I can see a sail of changing
Filling with surprise
United with a feeling
Bringing love into my eyes
Till you came along
there was nothing but an empty space and a pain
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Giving to You
(Winwood/Capaldi/Mason/Wood)

Instrumental

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