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Time Changes The Words


FORD THEATRE
TIME CHANGES

All music and lyrics by Harry Palmer
(except as noted)


TIME CHANGES
Time, time, nothing new but there'll be changes
Mine, mine, what you do
And all the places, the places that you know
Watch yourself grow and fade away

Visions and the signs of the times I see forever fading
Patterns that I find keep reminding me


INTERLUDE ONE
(Clifford Smothergill was born in Phildelphia on February 10th, 1949. He grew up in the typical middle-class American fashion, and therefore, nothing really significant happened to Clifford in his younger years. Mary Jane Baxter was born and raised in New York City, and that's where Clifford met her in his search for significant things that didn't happen to him in his younger years. From the moment that Clifford Smothergill met Mary Jane Baxter, he knew that she was the girl for him, and that life was about to take on a brand new meaning.)


THAT'S MY GIRL
Standing on the corner 'bout half-past ten
Right in the middle of town
Laughin' at the world because it's puttin' her down
That's my girl, that's my girl

She don't get worried none
She never could heed a warning
She gets her lovin' done
On a Sunday morning

People come to see her standin' in the rain
Right in the middle of town
Puttin' new ideas down in my brain
That's my girl


WAKE UP IN THE MORNING
Well I wake up in the morning
Pour some coffee for my brain
Every day is different
But I always feel the same

Everybody tells me
The world is in my hands, yeah
But that don't mean a thing to me
Cause I'll never be a man
If I don't have you, if I don't have you

And I read the morning papers
Just like other people do
Every day it's different
But there's nothin' really new

Sunshine through my window
And it brightens up my day, yeah
But that don't mean a thing to me
Cause I'll never find my way
If I don't have you, if I don't have you


I'VE GOT THE FEVER (Palmer/Marsden)
I've got the fever
I walk the floor
Look out my window and
I hear a knock on my door

It's just a fever
I feel alright
I make the day but
I dream in the middle of the night

And in the morning I got a little trouble
Gettin' ahold of myself
After the morning I feel alright
I make the day but
I dream in the middle of the night

Sometimes I feel it
Deep down inside
You got that fever and
You dream in the middle of the night

And it's the world we got a little trouble
Gettin' ahold of ourself
After the morning you feel alright
You make the day but
You dream in the middle of the night


AT THE STATION
There'll be a train at the station
Down at platform number 9
It won't be long, won't be long

Gonna make my reservation
Soon I'll be rolling down the line
It won't be long, won't be long

And it's a long way to journey
While my friends at home are well and doing fine
They're doing fine
Been a pleasant conversation
And I do appreciate your being kind
You've been so kind


Gonna get some information about a friend that once was mine
It won't be long, won't be long


BACK TO PHILADELPHIA
So you tried and we tried to bring it
Back to Philadelphia where it all began
And you tried and you tried to
Describe to them your vision of the Music Man
They didn't see you, no no no
They didn't hear you, no no no
But you've been tryin' to get the message around
But it's comin' out backwards and upside down
And you've been workin' for the Sunshine Express
Just a little bit too long.

So you cried and you cried to see the
Tangled up expression on your twisted face
And you buried everything inside with
All your dreams about the human race
They didn't see you, no no no
They didn't hear you, no no no
But you've been tryin' to get the message around
But it's comin' out backwards and upside down
And you've been workin' for the Sunshine Express
Just a little bit too long.

Nothin' you feel can make a sound away deep
     down inside of you
And nothin' you touch could ever seem like it's real
     or even near to you
You don't see it, no no no
You don't hear it, no no no
But you've been tryin' to get the message around
But it's comin' out backwards and upside down
Everybody seems to live his life
Just a little bit too long.


JEFFERSON AIRPLANE
Turn your wheels and drive your cars
Nobody in the world knows where you are
Season changes it's somewhat strange
It's time to fly Jefferson Airplane

And it's strange, very strange
What I'm feeling
In my mind, in my mind

Tis the season to be gay
Find yourself another day
Thinking it's now or very soon
Think I comes about half past noon

And it's strange, very strange
What I'm feeling
In my mind, in my mind

There is a painting in my mind, it's on the wall
It doesn't bother me at all
There's something I remember but I can't recall
Just what it means to me


I FEEL UNCERTAIN
I talk to you in words that go unspoken
I see the lies written in your eyes
And the things that they say
Never seem to go away
But now I feel uncertain
Of what I'm feeling

I walk with you in places so familiar
I know my way without a single sign
On the road that I know
I never need a place to go
But now I feel uncertain
Of where I'm going to

I sing to you the songs of my creation
I read the lines that filter through the air
And the sound that you hear
Will never fade or disappear
But now I feel uncertain
Of what I'm singing


INTERLUDE TWO
(In spite of the long periods of confusion and uncertainty, the love affair somehow continued and grew and Clifford Smothergill found that each day brought with it a kind of reassurance that significant things were happening each day in spite of the long periods of confusion and uncertainty.)


GOOD THING
Open up my mind to such a good thing
I didn't waste my time, I didn't waste my time
I can tell a bad day from a good one
We got a good thing going and
It's making me feel just fine

Yesterday was just another new day
It was a waste of time, it was a waste of time
I can tell a bad day from a good one
This is a good day and
It's making me feel just fine

I was down just a little while ago
You can sunshine up my mind anytime, anytime

Yesterday was just another new day
It was a waste of time, it was a waste of time
I can tell a bad day from a good one
This is a good day and
It's making me feel just fine

I was down just a little while ago
You can sunshine up my mind anytime, anytime


OUTRODUCTION
(And so, Clifford considered himself lucky to be a young man of great expectations who could now begin to sit back and consider himself fortunate enough to be in a position to be thankful for the hope of a meaningful future.)








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