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Live Cream. Volume II [live]

Cream

℗ 1972

Cream • 1972 • Live Cream. Volume II

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Deserted Cities of the Heart

(Jack Bruce, Pete Brown)

Upon this street where time has died.
The golden treat you never tried.
In times of old, in days gone by.
If I could catch a dancing eye.

It was on the way,
On the road to dreams, yeah.
Now my heart's drowned in no love streams, yeah.

The street is cold, its trees are gone.
The story's told the dark has won.
Once you set sail to catch a star.
We had to fail, it was too far.

It was on the way,
On the road to dreams, yeah.
Now my heart's drowned in no love streams, yeah.

The street is cold, its days are gone.
The story's told the dark has won.
It couldn't last, had to stop.
You drained it all to the last drop.

It was on the way,
On the road to dreams, yeah.
Now my heart's drowned in no love streams, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Now my heart's drowned in no love streams.

The street is cold, trees are gone.
There's no retreat from time that's died.
On this dark street the sun is black.
The winter life is coming back.

It was on the way,
On the road to dreams, yeah.
Now my heart's drowned in no love streams, 
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now my heart's drowned in no love streams.
Now my heart's drowned in no love, 
yeah, yeah.

Politician

Hey now baby, get into my big black car
Hey now baby, get into my big black car
I wanna just show you what my politics are.

Political man and I practice what I preach
Political man and I practice what I preach
So don't deny me baby not while you're in my reach

I support the left, tho' I'm leanin',leanin', leanin'to the right, yeah
Support the left, tho' I'm leanin' to the right
But I'm just not there , when it's comin' to a fight.

Political man and I practice what I preach
Political man and I practice what I preach
But I'm just not there, when you're in my reach.

Hey now baby, get into my big black car
Hey now baby, get into my big black car
I wanna just show ya what my politics are, yeah.

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

I wanna just show you what my politics are, yeah, yeah.

Sunshine of Your Love

It's gettin' near dawn,
When lights close their tired eyes.
I'll soon be with you my love,
To give you my dawn surprise.
I'll be with you darling soon,
I'll be with you when the stars start falling.

I've been waiting so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love.

I'm with you my love,
The light's shinin' through on you.
Yes, I'm with you my love,
It's the morning and just we two.
I'll stay with you darling now,
I'll stay with you till my seeds are all dried up.

I've been waiting so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love.

Tales of Brave Ulysses

(Eric Clapton, Martin Sharp)

Well You thought the leaden winter would bring you down forever,
But you rode upon a steamer to the violence of the sun.

And the colours of the sea bind your eyes with trembling mermaids,
And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses,
How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singin',
sparkling waves are calling you to touch a white laced lip.

You see your girl's brown body dancing through the turquoise,
And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea.
And when your fingers find her, she drowns you in her body,
Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind.

Tiny purple fishes run laughing to your finger,
You want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.

Her name is Aphrodite and she rides a crimson shell,
You know you cannot leave her for you touched the distant sands
With tales of brave Ulysses, how his naked ears were tortured
By the sirens sweetly singing.

Tiny purple fishes run lauging through your fingers,
You want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.

White Room

(Jack Bruce, Pete Brown)

Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah

In the white room with black curtains near the station.
Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.

And I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines;
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.

You said no strings could secure you at the station.
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows.
As I walked in such a bad time at the station.
As I walked out, felt my own needs just beginning.

And I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back;
Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves.

Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah

At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd.
Consolation for the old wound now forgovern.
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes.
She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.

And I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines;
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves.

Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah
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