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Albums:

Jazz After Hours [Jazz After Hours] (Chick Webb) · Silk & Steel (5 Star) · Silk Degrees (Boz Scaggs) · The Collection: Slow Dancer/Silk Degrees/Down Two [1997 Small Box] (Boz Scaggs) · Silk Wilhelm I: Audiovisual Couture, Vol. I (Kowesix) · Taylored in Silk (Johnnie Taylor) · Grime, Silk & Thunder (Ultra Naté) · 100% Silk (Garnett Silk) · Red Silk Vow (Seraphim Shock) · Raw Silk (Randy Crawford) – and 90 other albums »


outfit, big pith helmet
Silk pyjamas, no elastic
Big pith helmet that she came by
Somewhere on the Bakerloo line
Have you seen her silk pyjamas?
She was
home 
Ivory tusk inlaid with precious stone 
Raw silk and spices by the barrel load 
A soft skin drum with mallets 
Of human bone 

A world wide
longer
I'll love you forever

So rise, so rise and learn to fly
Help the lonely hour of the night pass by
So rise, and spread your wings
Help the lonely
on, nobody wants that 
Sister, sister, oh
We tried hour by hour 
Hour by hour 
Hour by hour 
  
Four hours to daylight, four hours and then 
Pour
Streamline, goldmine, nighttime, summertime, feeling fine
Saturation point is reached by nine
Your circulation elevated mine
I was a bar room
Avoiding the bypass
Feeling at least
Silence, overrated
Our time, we made it

Missing hours alone
Lack of inspiration
No time left for
buttons, green silks and silver shoes

My mind was young until she grew
My secret thoughts known only by the few
It was a dream much to real
To be leaned
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes

My mind was young until she grew
My secret thoughts known only by the few
It was a dream much to real
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes

My mind was young until she grew
My secret thoughts known only by the few
It was a dream much to real
Where did I see those eyes?
Why do I feel your heat?
How do I know your name?
When did we ever meet?

Did you just pass me by?
When did I smell
people. But the promise of new life is still
The victor o'er decay. Hold the dream, pass by the stranger,
He can never call this land his home
Nor wish
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes

My mind was young until she grew
My secret thoughts known only by the few
It was a dream much to real
first wandered down into town
I was both proud and shy, as I felt every eye
And in every shop window I primped passing by
Then in manner of fashion,
first wandered down into town
I was both proud and shy, as I felt every eye
And in every shop window I primped passing by
Then in manner of fashion,
known 
In seasons of distress and grief 
My soul has often found relief 
And oft escaped the tempter's snare 
By Thy return, sweet hour of prayer
first wandered down into town
I was both proud and shy, as I felt every eye
And in every shop window I primped passing by
Then in manner of fashion,
first wandered down into town
I was both proud and shy, as I felt every eye
And in every shop window I primped passing by
Then in manner of fashion,
As long as you respect their space 
You won't have to worry 

The town hall clock is calling out
It's rush hour on the roundabout
Now I know without
first wandered down into town
I was both proud and shy, as I felt every eye
And in every shop window I primped passing by
Then in manner of fashion,
a crisis
And you can't get away

Make an appointment to the next dawn
Take a ? and saw
The watcher and the tower
Waiting hour by hour

There's
double dares
Meet me as the bell tolls
And we'll dance

Meet my by the ruined tower
Meet me in your final hour
Meet me as the sun goes down
Your finest hour (blow your horn), your finest hour

Take your instinct by the reins
Your better best to rearrange
What we want and what we need
Has been
hour, your finest hour

Take your instinct by the reins
Your better bet's to rearrange
What we want and what we need
Has been confused, been confused
brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes

my mind was young until she grew

my secret thoughts known only by the few

it was a dream much to real
The day vanishes
Withers like trodden grass
Our whispers are wafting along by the breeze
Through an open passage

Absorbed by the night
Conjure