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Mellow Yellow, Donovan
Mellow Yellow
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1967

 
Duration: 34:37  
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1
Mellow Yellow Lyrics
I'm just mad about Saffron,
A-Saffron's mad about me.
I'm a-just mad about Saffron,
She's just mad about me.
They call me mellow yellow.
They call me mellow yellow.
They call me mellow yellow.

I'm just mad about Fourteen,
A-Fourteen's mad about me.
I'm a-just a-mad about a-Fourteen,
She's just mad about me.
They call me mellow yellow.
They call me mellow yellow.
They call me mellow yellow.

Born high forever to fly,
Wind-a velocity nil.
Born high forever to fly,
If you want your cup I will fill.
They call me mellow yellow.
They call me mellow yellow.
They call me mellow yellow.
He's so mellow, mellow fellow.

Electrical banana
Is gonna be a sudden craze.
Electrical banana
Is bound to be the very next phase.
They call it mellow yellow.
They call me mellow yellow.
They call me mellow yellow.

You, ah, Saffron, yeah,
I'm just mad about her.
I'm a-just a-mad about a-Saffron,
She's just mad about me.
They call me mellow yellow.
They call me mellow yellow.
They call me mellow yellow.

Oh so mellow, oh so mellow, oh so mellow.
03:44 208 5,31 0.10
2
Writer In The Sun Lyrics
WRITER IN THE SUN
Donovan

The days of wine and roses are distant days for me
I dream of the last and the next affair and of little girls
I'll never see

And here I sit the retired writer in the sun
The retired writer in the sun, and I'm
Blue, the retired writer in the sun

Tonight I trod in starlight. I excuse myself with a grin
I ponder the moon in a silver spoon and the little one alive
within.

And here I sit the retired writer in the sun
The retired writer in the sun, and I'm
Blue, the retired writer in the sun

The magazine girl poses on my glossy paper aeroplane
Too many years I spent in the city playing with Mister Loss
and Gain.

And here I sit the retired writer in the sun
The retired writer in the sun, and I'm
Blue, the retired writer in the sun

I bathe in the sun of the morning, lemon circles swim in the
tea
Fishing for time with a wishing line and throwing it back in
the sea. C

And here I sit the retired writer in the sun
The retired writer in the sun, and I'm
Blue, the retired writer in the sun
04:32 208 6,42 0.10
3
Sand And Foam Lyrics
The sun was going down behind a tattooed tree
And the simple act of an oar's stroke put diamonds in the sea
And all because of the phosphorus there in quantity
As I dug you diggin' me in Mexico.

There in the valley of Scorpio, beneath the cross of jade
Smoking on the seashell pipe the gypsies had made
We sat and we dreamed a while of smugglers bringing wine
In that crystal thought time in Mexico.

Sitting in a chair of bamboo, sipping grenadine,
Straining my eyes for a surfacing submarine.
Kingdoms of ants walk across my feet,
I'm a-shakin' in my seat in Mexico.

Grasshoppers creaking in the velvet jungle night,
Microscopic circles in the fluid of my sight,
Watching a black-eyed native girl cut and trim the lamp,
Valentino vamp in Mexico.

The sun was going down behind a tattooed tree
And the simple act of an oar's stroke put diamonds in the sea
And all because of the phosphorus there in quantity
I dug you diggin' me in Mexico
03:22 208 4,77 0.10
4
The Observation Lyrics 02:25 208 3,51 0.10
5
Bleak City Woman Lyrics 02:28 208 3,53 0.10
6
House Of Jansch Lyrics 02:44 208 3,97 0.10
7
Young Girl Blues Lyrics
Don't you know he's lonely
Don't you know he's blue
Can't you see he's crying
Every night for you

Why don't you tell him
tell him that its over
tell him that you no longer care
for love you thought was there
why don't you tell him

If you really love me
like I love you
you run right up to him
and tell him that youre through

why dont you tell him
tell him that its over
tell him you found somebody new
it's the only thing to do
why dont you tell him

is it cause youre lonely
is it cause youre blue
is cause you still love him
could all this be true

why dont you tell me
tell me that it's over
tell me that you no longer care
the love you thought was there
why don't you tell me
get it over baby

tell me it's goodbye
stop calling me
bye
03:52 208 5,50 0.10
8
Museum Lyrics
I drink sweet wine for breakfast, I slept about an hour or so
Smiled a little in the silence deciding on where to go.
"Meet me under the whale in the Natural History Museum,"
I think that's what she said, a little bit sad about having to leave them.
Yawning in the sun, like a child I run.

But don't do it if you don't want to, I wouldn't do a thing like that.
No, don't it if you don't want to, I wouldn't do a thing like that.

How little do you speak of beauty, isn't it a shame, what ho
Maybe you should go get a power ring, you'd make all your troubles go.
There she stood in drag, just-a lookin' cool in astrakhan.
She's lookin' just a little wiped out, she said I looked like Peter Pan.
Yawning in the sun, oh baby, like a child I run.

But don't do it if you don't want to,
I wouldn't do a thing like that.
Oh no, no, don't do it if you don't want to,
I wouldn't do a thing like that.
Don't do it
03:00 208 4,43 0.10
9
Hampstead Incident Lyrics 04:44 208 6,55 0.10
10
Sunny South Kensington Lyrics
Open up your eyes,
Everything is crying out this could be your time
She fell out of the sky,
Must every star been working on
Heavenly designs

A crooked line of lightning, a silent movie moon
Mother nature's writing to you

So button up your lip
You don't get many chances in the time between the tides.
The weather's rolling in
In a minute flat you'll be soaking wet
So kiss her while it's dry

A crooked line of lightning, a silent movie moon
Mother nature's writing to you
03:50 208 5,55 0.10