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Anthony Phillips




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Private Parts & Pieces VIII: New England (1992)
1992
1.
Aubade
2.
Infra Dig
3.
4.
La Dolorosa
5.
New England Suite
6.
Last Goodbyes
7.
Sunrise And Sea Monsters
8.
Iona
9.
Cathedral Woods
10.
If I Could Tell You
11.
Jaunty Roads
12.
Spirals
13.
Pieces Of Eight
14.
In The Maze
15.
16.
Now They've All Gone
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Aubade

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Infra Dig

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How I want you,
How I want your loving, girl
How I want your pretty smile.
Through the winter nights,
And the long hot summer days,
I drift and dream of you all the while.

And if you ever find yourself sold out
And if you're at the end of the line
You can find my sanctuary waiting
Don't worry girl, I won't let on.

How I want you,
How I want your loving, girl
Those sentimental signs in your stare
You look at me that way,
You wanna drive me crazy,
Now I'm walking on and thinking away.

And if you ever find yourself sold out
And if you're at the end of the line
You can find my sanctuary waiting
Don't worry girl, I won't let on.

No, I won't let on,
Please take my sanctuary
No, I won't let on,
Please take my sanctuary
Won't you hear me, darling?
Won't you hear me, darling?

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La Dolorosa

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New England Suite

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Last Goodbyes

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Sunrise And Sea Monsters

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Iona

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Cathedral Woods

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If I Could Tell You

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Jaunty Roads

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Spirals

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Pieces Of Eight

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In The Maze

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Pretty baby, in your cradle,
Smiling sickly, hushed and still
Mama loves you, oh how she loves you,
But when you cry now, she cannot hear
And the lights go out on the carousel,
Infant innocent, so long, farewell.

Little sad eyes, looking for playthings,
But there's no brother to play with you
Stern faces gather, distant voices murmur
But no-one touches, no-one comes near
And the lights go out on the carousel,
Infant innocent, so long, farewell.

Hours pass slowly, restless turning
For there's no mother to heal your pain
Fading surely, you are returning,
But will it first be from a broken heart?
And the lights go out on the carousel,
Infant innocent, so long, farewell.
And the lights go out on the carousel,
Infant innocent, so life, farewell.

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Now They've All Gone

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