<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34117384</id><updated>2012-01-09T20:26:00.164Z</updated><title type='text'>NPP MUSIC</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34117384/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NPP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/729/2943/1600/NPP%20logo.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34117384.post-2946691623879376616</id><published>2013-08-08T11:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T07:22:31.552+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/2011/01/twice-as-nice.html"&gt;2011 Twice As Nice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-name-is-edmund.html"&gt;2008 My name is Edmund&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/2003/01/why-do-angels-still-cry.html"&gt;2003 Why do the angels still cry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/2003/01/you-give-me-feelings.html"&gt;2003 You give me feelings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/2002/12/she-was-most-sexiest-thing.html"&gt;2002 She is the most sexiest thing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/1997/08/in-istanbul.html"&gt;1997 In Istanbul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/1995/01/sugar-loaf-mountain.html"&gt;1995 Sugar Loaf Mountain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/1993/08/xmas-eve-street.html"&gt;1993 Xmas Eve Street&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/1993/01/love-babys-on-yer-mind.html"&gt;1993 Love baby's on yer mind&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/1992/01/gonna-catch-love-train.html"&gt;1992 Gonna catch the Love Train&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/1991/01/good-to-do-anything.html"&gt;1991 Good To Do Anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/1990/11/back-in-brazil.html"&gt;1990 Back in Brazil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/1989/03/shes-exhibition.html"&gt;1989 She's An exhibition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/1989/01/sheddin-that-skin.html"&gt;1989 Sheddin' That Skin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/1998/12/zephyr-soul.html"&gt;1988 Zephyr Soul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/1987/01/underground.html"&gt;1987 Underground&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34117384-2946691623879376616?l=nppmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/' title='Song Lyrics'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34117384/posts/default/2946691623879376616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34117384/posts/default/2946691623879376616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/2008/08/song-lyrics.html' title='Song Lyrics'/><author><name>NPP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/729/2943/1600/NPP%20logo.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34117384.post-3626933491185510456</id><published>2011-01-24T11:11:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-08-15T07:21:14.135+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Twice As Nice</title><content type='html'>I don’t care how many times I’ve cried this song before&lt;br /&gt;I just know that every time there’s a sucker on the floor&lt;br /&gt;You just get up an’ bounce right back, never crawl, no don’t do that&lt;br /&gt;Lift your face an’ turn your head, was it something that you said&lt;br /&gt;Left you feeling low and kind of dirty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;I know magic stuff can happen just as water turns to snow&lt;br /&gt;She said, try strawberry ice&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes I’ll whisper something, tell me if it feels twice as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Einstein’s theory not allow for any torque?&lt;br /&gt;If atoms are just mostly space, what’s below me when I walk?&lt;br /&gt;What to be or not to be? I pinch myself an’ prove it’s me&lt;br /&gt;Lift my face, turn my head, so I look at her instead&lt;br /&gt;I watch her through the dark, I see her smiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something that you fear&lt;br /&gt;Then let it slip away, dissolve and disappear&lt;br /&gt;She said, come around an’ take a ride&lt;br /&gt;It’s just might feel twice as nice, once you find yourself inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t count how many times I’ve been upon the floor&lt;br /&gt;Cos’ baby if I did I’d be here counting ever more&lt;br /&gt;I just let life come fill me up, over flow my bleedin’ cup&lt;br /&gt;Know the worth of everyday, love everybody come what may&lt;br /&gt;Bring sunshine to a dark and troubled day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;I know magic stuff can happen just as water turns to snow&lt;br /&gt;She said, try strawberry ice&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes I’ll whisper something, tell me if it feels twice as nice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34117384-3626933491185510456?l=nppmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/2011/01/twice-as-nice.html' title='Twice As Nice'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34117384/posts/default/3626933491185510456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34117384/posts/default/3626933491185510456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/2011/01/twice-as-nice.html' title='Twice As Nice'/><author><name>NPP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/729/2943/1600/NPP%20logo.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34117384.post-3199953505970538405</id><published>2008-11-20T11:11:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-08-15T07:26:31.887+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Name is Edmund</title><content type='html'>La-la la-la la-la la-la, La-la la-la la-la laaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tied to a tree, inside I’m still free&lt;br /&gt;1-2-3, arrows in me&lt;br /&gt;4 &amp;amp; 5, my faith is alive&lt;br /&gt;6 &amp;amp; 7, lucky-lucky lucky-lucky lucky-lucky heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Edmund&lt;br /&gt;This is my throne&lt;br /&gt;My name is Edmund&lt;br /&gt;This is my home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tied to a tree, my soul is still free&lt;br /&gt;They tried to change my mind, but I’m so strong I can sing this song&lt;br /&gt;You can hurt my body, but I will never lie&lt;br /&gt;You can hurt my body, still my soul will fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Edmund&lt;br /&gt;This is my throne&lt;br /&gt;My name is Edmund&lt;br /&gt;This is my home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Edmund&lt;br /&gt;I am the King&lt;br /&gt;My name is Edmund&lt;br /&gt;Everybody sing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La-la la-la la-la la-la, La-la la-la la-la laaaa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34117384-3199953505970538405?l=nppmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-name-is-edmund.html' title='My Name is Edmund'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34117384/posts/default/3199953505970538405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34117384/posts/default/3199953505970538405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-name-is-edmund.html' title='My Name is Edmund'/><author><name>NPP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/729/2943/1600/NPP%20logo.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34117384.post-5577081522414164088</id><published>2003-01-22T11:11:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-08-15T07:28:45.862+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do the angels still cry</title><content type='html'>You never give me any reason why&lt;br /&gt;Left me here, left me high and dry&lt;br /&gt;And all the things you ever said to me&lt;br /&gt;Mean nothing more, mean nothing more to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Why do the angels still cry&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why, tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Why do the angels still cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting love was just a spell&lt;br /&gt;Kinda magic leading down to hell&lt;br /&gt;You said to me that love has no rule&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, I was nothing but a fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Why do the angels still cry&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why, tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Why do the angels still cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning, lying there in bed&lt;br /&gt;Thought and dreams and things we never said&lt;br /&gt;Now and then I stop and wonder why&lt;br /&gt;You made me laugh, then you made me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Why do the angels still cry&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why, tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Why do the angels still cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Why do the angels still cry&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why, tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Why do the angels still cry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34117384-5577081522414164088?l=nppmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/2003/01/why-do-angels-still-cry.html' title='Why do the angels still cry'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34117384/posts/default/5577081522414164088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34117384/posts/default/5577081522414164088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/2003/01/why-do-angels-still-cry.html' title='Why do the angels still cry'/><author><name>NPP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/729/2943/1600/NPP%20logo.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34117384.post-4722068815359817172</id><published>2003-01-11T11:11:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-08-15T07:31:58.587+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You give me feelings</title><content type='html'>You give me feelings&lt;br /&gt;You give me feelings I’ve never had before&lt;br /&gt;You make me see things – weird and twice as far&lt;br /&gt;You make me go go go – go all the places you know&lt;br /&gt;Babe you’re givin’ me feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give me feelings&lt;br /&gt;Feelings that I can’t deny&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby I know you - I know you know I do&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t you tell me true – tell me you know and you do&lt;br /&gt;‘Cos you’re givin’ me feelings&lt;br /&gt;One thing’s for sure baby oh I want more - an’ more an’ oh I want more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cos I love the things you do&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna do ‘em too&lt;br /&gt;And that’s fine – yeah that’s fine&lt;br /&gt;Cos I love the things you do and I know you love ‘em too&lt;br /&gt;And that’s why why why.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make the world shine&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's shinin’ all the time&lt;br /&gt;And that’s fine - yeah that’s fine&lt;br /&gt;Cos I love the things you do and I know you love ‘em too&lt;br /&gt;And that’s why why why.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give me feelings&lt;br /&gt;Feelings like nothing on earth&lt;br /&gt;You make me taste all the good stuff – good stuff that tastes oh so good&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel feel feel - feel like life is now real&lt;br /&gt;‘Cos you’re givin’ me feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give me feelings&lt;br /&gt;Feelings that bring me alive&lt;br /&gt;Can’t live without you – why would I live without you?&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel feel feel – feel like life is for real&lt;br /&gt;Babe and you’re givin’ me feelings&lt;br /&gt;And one thing’s for sure baby oh I want more - an’ more an’ oh I want more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I love the things you do&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna do ‘em too&lt;br /&gt;And that’s fine – yeah that’s fine&lt;br /&gt;Cos I love the things you do and I know you love ‘em too&lt;br /&gt;And that’s why why why.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give me feelings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34117384-4722068815359817172?l=nppmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/2003/01/you-give-me-feelings.html' title='You give me feelings'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34117384/posts/default/4722068815359817172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34117384/posts/default/4722068815359817172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/2003/01/you-give-me-feelings.html' title='You give me feelings'/><author><name>NPP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/729/2943/1600/NPP%20logo.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34117384.post-3163770567026646632</id><published>2002-12-07T11:11:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-08-15T07:40:29.864+01:00</updated><title type='text'>She was the most sexiest thing</title><content type='html'>She was the most sexiest thing&lt;br /&gt;That I had ever seen, in my entire life, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t mind one tiny little bit&lt;br /&gt;When she wandered into my life, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t get no satisfaction elsewhere&lt;br /&gt;I was just getting floored and bored, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Then the most incredible thing just happened to me&lt;br /&gt;And boy, boy did I score and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what just happened in my wonderful life&lt;br /&gt;She is the sexiest thing that you ever saw&lt;br /&gt;I’m, the Pope in this life&lt;br /&gt;I knew love was with me I was very sure&lt;br /&gt;I have love with me, 24/7 and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the most sexiest thing that I have ever know&lt;br /&gt;In my entire life, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;And I didn’t mind one tiny little bit&lt;br /&gt;Whatever she wanted in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I’ve got such alot to tell you&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna sit down by my side&lt;br /&gt;Where shall we start, how about the heart&lt;br /&gt;And take it on from there, yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the most sexiest thing that I have ever seen&lt;br /&gt;In my entire life, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;She does the most incredible things&lt;br /&gt;To make a difference in my life, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the most sexiest thing&lt;br /&gt;That I have ever seen in my entire life, oh yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34117384-3163770567026646632?l=nppmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/2002/12/she-was-most-sexiest-thing.html' title='She was the most sexiest thing'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34117384/posts/default/3163770567026646632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34117384/posts/default/3163770567026646632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/2002/12/she-was-most-sexiest-thing.html' title='She was the most sexiest thing'/><author><name>NPP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/729/2943/1600/NPP%20logo.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34117384.post-3984845316549312729</id><published>1997-08-15T11:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T12:04:41.313+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In Istanbul</title><content type='html'>Been a long time, been a long time, been a long time with you&lt;br /&gt;Been a long time, been a long time, since I first set eyes on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand million starry eyes, staring back at me&lt;br /&gt;Oh I can see you baby, I can see you,&lt;br /&gt;I see the wonderland in each of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta boat, I gotta drink, I’m comin’ cross, gonna toast you all&lt;br /&gt;Come a long way baby, oh I’ve come a long way&lt;br /&gt;I drove a blue light through a red light to get to you&lt;br /&gt;Oh Istanbul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s full of spice baby an’ she’s makin’ me flirt, makes a sound, sounds like diggin’ up dirt  Golden skin showing where she’s been, you put her in a song, you just sing! Sing! Sing!&lt;br /&gt;Look at you, what do you do? You make a face and you make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;It’s so crazy, living here baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby&lt;br /&gt;You drive me crazy goin’&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah – in Istanbul &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock ‘n’ roll sittin’ on my plate, I gotta sing oh honey I can’t wait&lt;br /&gt;‘Cos a small clown walking round the town, short cut baby an’ he’s man-hood bound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;C’mon c’mon, c’mon c’mon, I just fell in love and don’t ask me why&lt;br /&gt;C’mon c’mon, c’mon c’mon, ‘cos it’s so crazy, living here baby&lt;br /&gt;In Istanbul&lt;br /&gt;In Istanbul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So love me Istana, love me right here and now, loving me can only make red eyes outta blue  Look up an’ see the moon and star, shining down from where ever you are&lt;br /&gt;It’s so crazy, living here baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby&lt;br /&gt;You drive me crazy goin’ yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;In Istanbul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s so crazy, living here baby, it’s so crazy, living here baby&lt;br /&gt;It’s so crazy, living here baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drive me crazy goin’ yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;In Istanbul&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;In Istanbul&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;In Istanbul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ned Pamphilon Productions © 1997 All rights reserved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34117384-3984845316549312729?l=nppmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34117384/posts/default/3984845316549312729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34117384/posts/default/3984845316549312729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/1997/08/in-istanbul.html' title='In Istanbul'/><author><name>NPP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/729/2943/1600/NPP%20logo.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34117384.post-1481738790617557969</id><published>1995-01-27T11:11:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-08-08T11:47:01.123+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar Loaf Mountain</title><content type='html'>Tonight I sit and I smoke my pipe&lt;br /&gt;Just to see oh honey what it’s like&lt;br /&gt;Your sunburst smile colours me wild and I love to love you&lt;br /&gt;You Sugar Loaf child, oh you colour me wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me up over your Sugar Loaf Mountain&lt;br /&gt;Where mornings are breaking like the first blues of the day&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like you’re singing and it sounds like you’re saying&lt;br /&gt;Get closer get closer, feels just like you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one kiss and that one told me&lt;br /&gt;Shed a tear and that one showed me&lt;br /&gt;How your sunburst smile colours me wild and I love to love you&lt;br /&gt;You Sugar Loaf child, oh you colour me wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me up over your Sugar Loaf Mountain&lt;br /&gt;Where mornings are breaking like the first blues of the day&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like you’re singing and it sounds like you’re saying&lt;br /&gt;Get closer get closer, feels just like you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me what you’re thinking&lt;br /&gt;Just do it anyway&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me what you’re thinking&lt;br /&gt;Just ust do it anyway&lt;br /&gt;Just ust do it anyway&lt;br /&gt;Just ust do it anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, hmm&lt;br /&gt;Sugar Loaf Mountain's where I've been&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, hmm&lt;br /&gt;Sugar Loaf Mountain's what I've seen&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna wait till the midnight hour&lt;br /&gt;That's when my love come tumbling down&lt;br /&gt;On Sugar Loaf Mountain&lt;br /&gt;On Sugar Loaf Mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me up over your Sugar Loaf Mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. 1995&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34117384-1481738790617557969?l=nppmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34117384/posts/default/1481738790617557969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34117384/posts/default/1481738790617557969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/1995/01/sugar-loaf-mountain.html' title='Sugar Loaf Mountain'/><author><name>NPP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/729/2943/1600/NPP%20logo.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34117384.post-1060506018784660791</id><published>1993-08-15T11:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T11:12:02.235+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas Eve Street</title><content type='html'>Let’s go from my house&lt;br /&gt;Eat at the lighthouse &lt;br /&gt;Chello  - let’s go!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen a goat’s head&lt;br /&gt;But baby it was dead&lt;br /&gt;I’m alive&lt;br /&gt;So let’s jive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Xmas Eve Street&lt;br /&gt;That’s where it’s real neat&lt;br /&gt;Chelo  - let’s go&lt;br /&gt;To Xmas Eve Street&lt;br /&gt;That’s where they all meet&lt;br /&gt;Chelo  - let’s go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows&lt;br /&gt;She knows what I know&lt;br /&gt;And I know, I know she knows&lt;br /&gt;She’s got&lt;br /&gt;She’s got what I want&lt;br /&gt;And she’s getting all that she needs.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down on Xmas Eve Street&lt;br /&gt;That’s where it’s real neat&lt;br /&gt;Chelo  - let’s go&lt;br /&gt;To Xmas Eve Street&lt;br /&gt;Where mind and soul meet&lt;br /&gt;Chelo  - let’s go&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chelo  Let’s go.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-A-C&lt;br /&gt;Karachi 1993&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34117384-1060506018784660791?l=nppmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34117384/posts/default/1060506018784660791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34117384/posts/default/1060506018784660791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/1993/08/xmas-eve-street.html' title='Xmas Eve Street'/><author><name>NPP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/729/2943/1600/NPP%20logo.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34117384.post-162225055796394169</id><published>1993-01-27T11:11:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-08-09T15:34:13.869+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Love baby's on yer mind</title><content type='html'>Oh an’ if my heart&lt;br /&gt;Opened up like a story book inside&lt;br /&gt;Would you realise&lt;br /&gt;If you took a look&lt;br /&gt;If you took a look&lt;br /&gt;At all the words an’ the pictures&lt;br /&gt;That I hide inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, an’ would you still feel the same&lt;br /&gt;When you’re lookin’ down deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find the love that you need&lt;br /&gt;Mm baby yes indeed&lt;br /&gt;Love that you been lookin’ out for&lt;br /&gt;Here it comes crawling ‘cross the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know together we can feel so fine&lt;br /&gt;Wanna feel like that all the time&lt;br /&gt;Together it can be so good&lt;br /&gt;That’s when it’s understood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An’ when love baby, love baby’s on yer mind&lt;br /&gt;Love baby, love baby’s on yer mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, an’ if you scratch my skin&lt;br /&gt;You wanna scratch my skin just to see now where I bin&lt;br /&gt;Oh you wanna look down&lt;br /&gt;Deep down side of me&lt;br /&gt;At the words and the pictures&lt;br /&gt;Hidden inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh an’ would you still feel the same&lt;br /&gt;When you’re lookin’ down deep&lt;br /&gt;To find the love that you need&lt;br /&gt;Mm baby yes indeed&lt;br /&gt;Love that you been lookin’ out for&lt;br /&gt;Here it comes knockin’ on your door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we can be so fine&lt;br /&gt;Wanna feel like that all the time&lt;br /&gt;Together it can be so good&lt;br /&gt;That’s when it’s understood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An’ when love baby, love baby’s on yer mind&lt;br /&gt;Love baby, love baby’s on yer mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NPP c. 1993&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34117384-162225055796394169?l=nppmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34117384/posts/default/162225055796394169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34117384/posts/default/162225055796394169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/1993/01/love-babys-on-yer-mind.html' title='Love baby&apos;s on yer mind'/><author><name>NPP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/729/2943/1600/NPP%20logo.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34117384.post-2168851188872247601</id><published>1992-01-27T11:11:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-08-09T15:42:45.293+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna catch the Love Train</title><content type='html'>You’re ma crazy baby an’ I’m your lovin’ man&lt;br /&gt;Doin’ it together’s the only way we can&lt;br /&gt;Which o’ us is right an’ which o’ us is wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Some people jus’ forget, the rest jus’ sing along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it’s alright&lt;br /&gt;Gonna catch the Love Train baby tonight&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it’s alright&lt;br /&gt;Gonna catch the Love Train baby tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this crazy picture in a picture-man’s shop&lt;br /&gt;Heard ol’ Louis’ music an’ it made ma eyes pop&lt;br /&gt;I asked the picture-man who the painter was?&lt;br /&gt;He said it was himself, I could see he’d reached the top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it’s alright&lt;br /&gt;Gonna catch the Love Train baby tonight&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it’s alright&lt;br /&gt;Gonna catch the Love Train baby tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m comin’, I’m comin’, I’m comin’ don’t you stop&lt;br /&gt;Reachin’, reachin’, reachin’ for the top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it’s alright&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be on the Love Train baby tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treckin’ to Jerusalem, treckin’ with T.Rex&lt;br /&gt;Bumpin’ in a Beetle, rollin’ like a stone&lt;br /&gt;I go to many places, but I don’t forget ma home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it’s alright&lt;br /&gt;Gonna catch the Love Train baby tonight&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it’s alright&lt;br /&gt;Gonna catch the Love Train baby tonight&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it’s alright&lt;br /&gt;Gonna catch the Love Train baby&lt;br /&gt;An’ I will be in Love Town baby tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-F-G&lt;br /&gt;NPP c. 1992&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34117384-2168851188872247601?l=nppmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34117384/posts/default/2168851188872247601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34117384/posts/default/2168851188872247601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/1992/01/gonna-catch-love-train.html' title='Gonna catch the Love Train'/><author><name>NPP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/729/2943/1600/NPP%20logo.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34117384.post-8390700061035467554</id><published>1991-01-27T11:11:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-08-08T12:56:23.674+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Good To Do Anything</title><content type='html'>I gotta magic piece o’ theatre baby&lt;br /&gt;An’ it’s high up in ma head&lt;br /&gt;I got Valentines at Hallo’ween&lt;br /&gt;I got rainbows up at midnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;You better believe it - it’s true!&lt;br /&gt;That I, I, I, I&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna love all the hate outta you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a frog in ma pocket&lt;br /&gt;I got stars in ma eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I keep the outside out&lt;br /&gt;Make you realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;You better believe it - it’s true!&lt;br /&gt;That I, I, I, I&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna love all the hate outta you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna see a fat man jump&lt;br /&gt;You wanna sit an’ sing with kings&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just got one o’ them days&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up good&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up good&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up good&lt;br /&gt;Good to do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take you back to crackerjack&lt;br /&gt;Where birthdays are at dawn&lt;br /&gt;See the jingle-bells ring out&lt;br /&gt;Along the old seashore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You promise me my own small&lt;br /&gt;Private little hell&lt;br /&gt;You make me sigh, but honey oh&lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;You better believe it - it’s true!&lt;br /&gt;That I, I, I, I&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna love all the hate outta you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna see a fat man jump&lt;br /&gt;You wanna sit an’ sing with kings&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just got one o’ them days&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up good&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up good&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up good&lt;br /&gt;Good to do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelin’ good - good about everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na-na na-na&lt;br /&gt;Na-na na-na-na-na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-G-C&lt;br /&gt;NPP c.1991&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34117384-8390700061035467554?l=nppmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34117384/posts/default/8390700061035467554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34117384/posts/default/8390700061035467554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/1991/01/good-to-do-anything.html' title='Good To Do Anything'/><author><name>NPP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/729/2943/1600/NPP%20logo.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34117384.post-4871547946592497132</id><published>1990-11-01T11:11:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-13T10:48:51.095Z</updated><title type='text'>Back in Brazil</title><content type='html'>They gonna cut you&lt;br /&gt;Take a little here, put a little there&lt;br /&gt;Won't recognise you&lt;br /&gt;We'll take that wear an' tear, hide it here an' there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They gonna cut you&lt;br /&gt;Here come the surgeon knife to improve your life&lt;br /&gt;Have a brain change&lt;br /&gt;Put your face in place, gimme air with taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And meanwhile baby back in Brazil&lt;br /&gt;Little white ladies look decidedly ill&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting on their surgical youth once again&lt;br /&gt;Inside they know they were still old then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even pay for it&lt;br /&gt;The flowers in their hair, the water an' the air&lt;br /&gt;U.S. America&lt;br /&gt;Pay a dime an' breathe, see it an' believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigs in a blanket&lt;br /&gt;Delivered by machine, they say it's green an' clean&lt;br /&gt;Give us good image&lt;br /&gt;God in 1991, grab a gun, let's have some fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And meanwhile baby back in Brazil&lt;br /&gt;Little white ladies look decidedly ill&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting on their surgical youth once again&lt;br /&gt;Inside they know they were still old then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 1990&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34117384-4871547946592497132?l=nppmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34117384/posts/default/4871547946592497132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34117384/posts/default/4871547946592497132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/1990/11/back-in-brazil.html' title='Back in Brazil'/><author><name>NPP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/729/2943/1600/NPP%20logo.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34117384.post-7347389862503065460</id><published>1989-03-03T11:11:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-08-09T15:51:47.294+01:00</updated><title type='text'>She's An Exhibition</title><content type='html'>In the back of the taxi&lt;br /&gt;She’s spinning wheels an’ leather&lt;br /&gt;What she wants is what you get&lt;br /&gt;She is lost forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the distant summer sky&lt;br /&gt;Touch of my hand, wheels go round&lt;br /&gt;She is up and he is down&lt;br /&gt;10,000 windmills in heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a man shape of a car&lt;br /&gt;She can’t tell when she gone too far&lt;br /&gt;Tongue in his mouth, sunk without a trace&lt;br /&gt;Wheels turn fast in this foreign place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s an exhibition&lt;br /&gt;She’s an exhibition&lt;br /&gt;She’s just a little girl in this big city yeah&lt;br /&gt;She’s an exhibition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moving staircase she lost control&lt;br /&gt;She slipped an’ fell for your love yeah&lt;br /&gt;A hollow head lucky hollow dreams&lt;br /&gt;She finds him in a silent film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon’s turned up your son is home&lt;br /&gt;Icy touch of an empty space&lt;br /&gt;Before she woke she felt his touch&lt;br /&gt;Without a breath in her body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s an exhibition&lt;br /&gt;She’s an exhibition&lt;br /&gt;She’s just a little girl in this big city yeah&lt;br /&gt;She’s an exhibition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NPP, David Riley, Stu Hurwood, Ben March 1989&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34117384-7347389862503065460?l=nppmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34117384/posts/default/7347389862503065460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34117384/posts/default/7347389862503065460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/1989/03/shes-exhibition.html' title='She&apos;s An Exhibition'/><author><name>NPP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/729/2943/1600/NPP%20logo.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34117384.post-6799829493132450231</id><published>1989-01-27T11:11:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-08-08T12:42:06.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheddin' That Skin</title><content type='html'>It’s common nature, to cry all alone when your soul’s lost it’s throne&lt;br /&gt;But you have to look on, though you fall like a brick in the hole you dug deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you’re sheddin’ that skin again.&lt;br /&gt;Paradin’ your skeleton in the open again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you discover, the secrets of life they’re not lies just surprise&lt;br /&gt;And a lover was both pain and joy and they’re never the same.&lt;br /&gt;And now you’re sheddin’ that skin again. Paradin’ your skeleton in the open again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;And they’re chasin’, chasin’, chasin’, chasin’&lt;br /&gt;Chasin’ you like a dog&lt;br /&gt;And they’d break you, break you, break you, break you&lt;br /&gt;Break you if they could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good, the evil, the black ‘n’ white&lt;br /&gt;The north, the south, the peace the fight,&lt;br /&gt;The Hyde in Jekyll, the wolf in man&lt;br /&gt;They hide themselves the best they can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you’re sheddin’ that skin again&lt;br /&gt;Paradin’ that skeleton in the open again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re a freak, a freak, a freak, a freak&lt;br /&gt;Degenerate, immoral ‘n’ weak&lt;br /&gt;They go round ‘n’ round ‘n’ round ‘n’ round&lt;br /&gt;Send you mad, but stand stand proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand crazy savages, what can’t be cured must be endured&lt;br /&gt;Powdered skin an’ oh black lace lace&lt;br /&gt;Sit vacant eyes in a trying face&lt;br /&gt;Pour slow words from a lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That last taste leaves a bitter tongue&lt;br /&gt;A lonesome crowd in a golden age&lt;br /&gt;An’ I’m not sure that I am me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An’ now you’re sheddin’ that skin again&lt;br /&gt;Paradin’ you’re skeleton in the open again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An’ the way she walks is the way is the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;An’ the way she looks is the way I talk&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are filled with bags of dark&lt;br /&gt;Lift my soul, make my body work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know when, you never know why&lt;br /&gt;Listen too hard it’ll make you cry&lt;br /&gt;I was born of two worlds an’ still I try&lt;br /&gt;To reach from this one to the otherside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An’ now you’re sheddin’ that skin again&lt;br /&gt;Paradin’ your skeleton in the open again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-C-G&lt;br /&gt;NPP c.1989&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34117384-6799829493132450231?l=nppmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34117384/posts/default/6799829493132450231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34117384/posts/default/6799829493132450231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/1989/01/sheddin-that-skin.html' title='Sheddin&apos; That Skin'/><author><name>NPP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/729/2943/1600/NPP%20logo.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34117384.post-4794635756791717116</id><published>1988-12-08T11:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-08-08T19:33:58.469+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zephyr Soul</title><content type='html'>Hey man he came from a jazz camp&lt;br /&gt;An’ his eyes were as deep as hell&lt;br /&gt;An’ she sits in his head so sure so cold&lt;br /&gt;An’ she stays in his mind&lt;br /&gt;An’ she just smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking down the faces of the people that I know&lt;br /&gt;Lucky seven kisses from heaven&lt;br /&gt;An’ she just smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An’ she eats at his heart&lt;br /&gt;In a wicker cage of hurt&lt;br /&gt;An’ she walks on white coal&lt;br /&gt;She breathes a zephyr soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t hurt him anymore&lt;br /&gt;It’s just a little bit sad&lt;br /&gt;He remembers her good side&lt;br /&gt;But non of her bad&lt;br /&gt;An’ she just smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s tired an’ he’s drunk&lt;br /&gt;An’ hungry an’ cold&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t get what he wanted&lt;br /&gt;Just another night old&lt;br /&gt;He gave body and soul&lt;br /&gt;She gave nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;An’ she just smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An’ she eats at his heart&lt;br /&gt;In a wicker cage of hurt&lt;br /&gt;An’ she walks on white coal&lt;br /&gt;She breathes a zephyr soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An’ she eats at his heart&lt;br /&gt;She’s just tearin’ him apart&lt;br /&gt;An’ she walks on white coal&lt;br /&gt;She breathes his zephyr soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NPP Dec. 1988&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34117384-4794635756791717116?l=nppmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34117384/posts/default/4794635756791717116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34117384/posts/default/4794635756791717116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nppmusic.blogspot.com/1998/12/zephyr-soul.html' title='Zephyr Soul'/><author><name>NPP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/729/2943/1600/NPP%20logo.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34117384.post-6264830654275319525</id><published>1987-01-27T11:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-08-08T11:26:21.668+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Underground</title><content type='html'>Oh small figurine, sittin’ skinny inbetween&lt;br /&gt;Gave your time and they bent your back&lt;br /&gt;Left you with a crowning cap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face of folded skin, antique hands, oriental grin&lt;br /&gt;Clothe, feed, child and wife&lt;br /&gt;Time honoured time and the pain of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, underground&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes and I feel the sound&lt;br /&gt;Oh, underground&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in the crowd of the lost and found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old man his day secure, one rubber band, the news and the world&lt;br /&gt;Time crossed granite face&lt;br /&gt;Nylon mack sittin’ neat in place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardened hands, another day, hard earned pension on its way&lt;br /&gt;Rule Brittania dream&lt;br /&gt;Longin’ for the glory days he’s seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, underground&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes and I feel the sound&lt;br /&gt;Oh, underground&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in the crowd of the lost and found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next dressed to the nine, camel coat hush puppy shine&lt;br /&gt;Heavy gold and a heavy sweat&lt;br /&gt;Wipes again his drippin’ head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather girls spinning round, breezin’ through their own fairground&lt;br /&gt;Knotted hair, woolly arms&lt;br /&gt;Sellin’ them flowers and good luck charms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, underground&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes and I feel the sound&lt;br /&gt;Oh, underground&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in the crowd of the lost and found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohma diddlely-diddlely ohma way now&lt;br /&gt;Ohma diddlely-diddlely ohma way now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UK 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