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Two of a Kind
03:11
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TWO OF A KIND
Open your eyes and don’t be blind.
Can’t you see we’re two of a kind.
I’ve got to say this – I hope you don’t mind –
I love you. We’re two of a kind.
Just look around and you will find
We go together we’re two of a kind.
No use protesting! Be resigned!
Baby, you know: We’re two of a kind.
I knew it when I saw you…
I felt it a little more when…
I talked with you at first.
All my blues dispersed.
I couldn’t disguise
My complete surprize
That you were feeling it too!
I’m in love with you! I’m in love with you!
Open your eyes and don’t be blind.
Can’t you see we’re two of a kind.
I’ve got to say this – I hope you don’t mind –
I love you! We’re two of a kind.
Open your eyes and don’t be blind.
Open your eyes and don’t be blind.
Open your eyes and don’t be blind!
Don’t be blind.
Don’t be blind.
Don’t be blind.
Don’t be blind!
TWO OF A KIND
[Syd Barrett]
Leslie Medford : vocals, acoustic guitar, foot drum
Elena Powell : vocals, violin
Recording date: May 1989
Recording place: 1881 Drake Drive, Oakland, CA, home demo
Engineered by: Leslie Medford – TEAC 3440 4-track reel-to-reel
Remastered by Carl Salbacka & Leslie Medford
Running Time: 03:11
First appeared on: The Ophelias Channel (YouTube)
First released 21 August 2019
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PRETTY GREEN ICEBOX EYES
Pretty green ice-box eyes, where are you going?
Wherever I can disguise my heartbreak showing.
Is that a place of sand, and is it snowing?
There is no forgetting and no end of knowing.
May I come with you for I love you only?
There is no room for you here, my way is lonely.
My heart was hot until it fell apart and disappeared.
Now you’ll have to wait another time.
Pretty green ice-box eyes, what the hell happened?
There was a cracking sound and all hell unbattened.
I mean what took place that I should find you so saddened?
Yes, it’s a secret place and I have a patent.
May I come with you? for I love you dearly.
There is no room for you here, my way is weary.
My heart was hot until it fell apart and disappeared.
And now you’ll have to wait another time.
My heart was hot until it fell apart and disappeared.
And now you’ll have to wait another time.
Pretty green ice-box eyes, where are you going?
Wherever I can disguise my heartbreak showing.
Is that a place of sand, and is it snowing?
There is no forgetting and no end of knowing.
Well, may I come with you? for I love you only!
There is no room for you here, my way is lonely.
My heart was hot until it fell apart and disappeared.
And now you’ll have to wait another time.
And now you’ll have to wait another time.
And now you’ll have to wait another time.
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Boney Maroney
02:02
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BONEY MARONEY
Boney Maroney came from the Isle of Coney,
Whenever he came over here he would fly.
Boney Maroney, he listened to his Sony
Whenever he came over here. He’s so shy.
Boney Maroney, he couldn’t roll a stoney,
Whenever he came over here he would try.
Boney Maroney, he dug “I Dig A Pony”,
“Get Back”, “Across The Universe”, “I, Me, Mine”.
Boney Maroney, his ma was such a crone,
Whenever he came over here he would cry.
Boney Maroney, he didn’t have a yoni…
Whenever he came over here he would die.
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SOUTHEAST-ASIAN-AMERICAN BLUES
You been nothin’ but trouble, dealin’ me double like I jus’ got off the boat.
You got me goin’ in circles like I must be rowin’ on some kinda moat.
Well, I may be sinkin’ but you’re wrong if you’re thinkin’ you got the only thing afloat.
I was lost in the forest, not a sample star in sight.
I was lost and I was tired and the hoar frost was sure puttin’ on a bite.
When I came knockin’ at your door, you knew what for, but you just turned out your light. Yes you did.
I was behind you in line with a dollar and a dime just the other day.
You know I was so damn hungry an’ I was pleased as punch to pay.
Well what could I say when you just walked away with everything on your tray!
O woncha put that look in mothballs before it does somebody harm.
For you to wear a smile upon your face I suppose somebody has to twist your arm.
We’ll if your tryin’ to take a page from that book about Captain Hook it’s workin’ like a charm.
I don’t know why you have it in for me, is it because I’m from so far away?
Hey, well, we was just lookin’ for a peaceful place to stay.
I never knew it could be true, and to think that you grew up in the U.S.A!
I never knew it could be true, and to think that you grew up in the U.S.A!
I never knew it could be true, and to think that you grew up in the U.S.A!
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You Belong to Me
03:31
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YOU BELONG TO ME
Ginnie wrote her boyfriend, “Yes, it’s true,
“They say I have a heartache, indeed, I do.
“You belong to me, and your family tree.”
Grenvil got his horse out, tall and fine.
Sevren and the dogs walk close behind.
You belong to me, like a cherry tree.
Go down to the church to do it right.
Tied up in a Gordian knot so tight.
You belong to me, and the fiddlers three.
From the moment I saw you, love.
From the moment I saw you!
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WHEN WILL WE BE MARRIED, MOLLY?
When will we be married, Mollie? When will we be wed?
When will we be bedded in the same bed?
When will we be married, Mollie? When will we be wed?
When will we be bedded in the same bed?
You have your eye on Johnnie, long Johnnie Lee.
You have your eye on Johnnie, and a fine man he!
You have your eye on Johnnie, but you better let him be,
Cause when you go Mollie-O, you’ll be goin’ with me!
When will we be married, Mollie? When will we be wed?
When will we be bedded in the same bed? (I can’t wait!)
When will we be married, Mollie? When will we be wed?
When will we be bedded in the same bed?
You have your eye on Jimmie, fine Jimmie Fee
You have your eye on Jimmie, and a rich man he!
You have your eye on Jimmie, but you better let him be,
Cause when you go Mollie-O, you’ll be goin’ with me!
I bought a bonny bow for your pretty hair.
When will we be married, Mollie? When will we be wed?
I bought a bonny bow for your pretty hair.
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Melodious Lay
03:00
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MELODIOUS LAY
(instrumental)
But long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pulled the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death. --Hamlet, Act 4, scene 7
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Apron Strings
06:06
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APRON STRINGS
When I was just a baby, tied to the apron strings,
I said, “Mama, Mama, what you do to me?
“I know I am a bad boy – as bad as I can be –
“But Mama, Mama, won’t you set me free?”
My mother – feather duster – says, “If you go to sea
O Leslie, Leslie, what becomes of me?
Without my little sunshine shining down on me,
O Leslie, Leslie, you"ll break the heart of me, yes ye will!”
But Mother she untied me. The world I had to see!
“O Mama, Mama, don’t you cry for me.
“You know I’ll be a good boy – as good as I can be –
But Mama, Mama, I’m going to sail the sea!”
Heave-Ho!
I shortly found my fortune, unfortunately.
O Leslie, Leslie, the bottom of the sea.
And now I see my Mama. She’s looking down on me.
She said, “Leslie, I shoulda left ye tied to my apron strings, child!”
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LESLIE MEDFORD Oakland, California
Leslie Medford is a dude from a world that no longer exists!The two bands he led 1984-1991 have their own bandcamp pages under The Ophelias and HighHorse. Medford was a busy fellow during his pro period (1982-1992) and this site covers solo things & side projects from as early as 1975 and as recent as 2004.There is tremendous variety here, of a high standard of idea, if not always execution.Enjoy! ... more
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