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Lyrics to 'Selected Cathy Demos'
(originally from Wieland Willker's Phoenix – LoveHounds)
Home recordings made c. 1974 – my list
Does not include songs that made it onto albums

Transcribed by Bryan Dongray fr. Love-Hounds.
Other contributions, LoveHounds. Note that there are disagreements about how certain lines should read. The following include my interpretations.

Several Love-Hounds (the US based Gaffa-web fan group) have spent many hours deciphering these words, with nothing to go on but the sound of them, and the following represents about the best transcriptions so far gleaned. Similarly no-one is absolutely sure what the titles should be, hence there may be two or more variations; the only person to know for certain is Kate herself (and she's probably forgotten).

(Kate does not condone the circulation of these recordings and would probably like to impound them, which is a forlorn hope as there are most likely copies spread all over the world.)

Camilla (NOT "Coming Up"!) [alt. Surrender Into The Roses]
(Note: "Camilla" is possibly from the vampire story of the same name by Sheridan Le Fanu.)

Last night you were on my balcony,
        You needn't try, know the whole story.
Before it's too late I must get away,
        But both of us know you must stay.

Oh, come on, Camilla,
Surrender into the roses,
        Go back home under the posies.
Surrender into the roses,
        Camilla, Camilla, Camilla.

Tying, dying, flowers around the room.
        It keeps me safe, but oh! the sickly perfume.
Well, it makes me long for the good times,
        When you were really alive.

Oh, come on, Camilla,
Surrender into the roses.
        Go back home under the posies.
Surrender into the roses,
        Camilla, Camilla, Camilla.

Playing Canasta (in Cold Rooms) [alt. "Rinfy The Gypsy"]
(Note: The spelling of "Rinfy" is confirmed by the DJ, who spelt it during the Phoenix broadcast. The wrong title "In My Lover's Room" comes from a mishearing of "oooh" for "room".)

I fell in love with Rinfy the gypsy.
He said when I grew up he'd marry me,
        Carry me away on his steed.

"Don't worry, my baby!
        Don't die, my funny little darling!
I'm going away for a little while,
        And shouldn't be gone for very long."

Ooh, then I really fell for Geoffrey, our gardener.
        He said he'd marry me, too.
        Oh, and I believed him, just like a fool.

"Don't worry, my honey!
        Don't die, my funny little doll!
I'm going away for a little while.
        Shouldn't be gone for very long."
(Very lo-ong...)

Playing canasta in c-cold rooms,
Playing canasta in cold rooms,
Playing canasta upstairs, downstairs,
        And in my lover's...ooh...

I met a boy who took me upstairs,
        Then took me in his arms and told me
        I comforted him, uh-huh.

"Don't worry, my dear,
        Don't cry, you weird little stranger.
I'm going away.
        You probably won't ever see me again."

Oh, yes, I know, I'm always falling,
        Gazing at hazy goldfish in your swimming eyes.
        How could I not lie there with you?

"Don't worry, my darling!
        Don't die, my silly little baby!
I'm going away for a little while,
        And shouldn't be gone for very long."
(Very lo-ong...)

Playing canasta in c-cold rooms,
Playing canasta in cold rooms,
Playing canasta upstairs, downstairs,
        And in my lover's...ooh...

Snow [alt. On Fire Inside A Snowball / Hot in the Ice]

Whenever I look out french windows
        It's always snowing outside.

And feel your body relax on mine,
        Giving me all the good lines,
(Uh-huh)
All the good lines,
All the good lines...

Hot in the ice,
On fire inside,
        A snowball.
Ah, but she's wonderful,
        Set in the snow.
Ah, but she's wonderful,
        Set in the snow.

Hot in the ice,
On fire inside,
        A snowball.
Ah, but she's wonderful,
        Set in the snow.
Ah, but she's wonderful,
        Set in the snow.

A crystal layer of ice on our skin:
Very numb outside but warm within.

I bend to join our lips, but it's too cold
        To kiss and hit. Is it you I'm feeling?
Is it you I'm feeling?
(Yeah)
Is it you I'm feeling?

Hot in the ice,
On fire inside,
        A snowball.
Ah, but she's wonderful,
        Set in the snow.
Ah, but she's wonderful,
        Set in the snow.

Hot in the ice,
On fire inside,
        A snowball.
Ah, but she's wonderful,
        Set in the snow.
Ah, but she's wonderful,
        Set in the snow.

Ferry Me Over [alt. Dali]

High,
Can't see you.
Lives señora Dali
        Alone
And higher still
        She keeps her gallery.
Distance means nothing
        To me.

A-ee-aha-ee-aha-oo,
A-ee-aha-ee-aha-oo...

Debris everywhere,
        Gazing. It's amazing.
Ferry me over,
Ferry me over,
Ferry me over
        The music, Dali.

Deeper here
        Lies hidden
Answers and treasures for him.
"Oh, I prefer absence," said she,
"My heart grows fonder
        Alone."

A-ee-aha-ee-aha-oo,
A-ee-aha-ee-aha-oo...

Debris everywhere,
Gazing. It's amazing.
Ferry me over,
Ferry me over,
Ferry me over
        The music, Dali.

Lionhearts [alt. Where Are The Lionhearts / On the Rocks]

Destiny took me in her arms and told me:
        "You're a little lost on the fall.
You fall for all the men
        You shouldn't fall for at all."
Ooh, I know she knows, but still I go on,
Well, I'm a fool.

Climbing up the ladders [we think Kate fluffed this line; she sings 'adders' twice]
        To slide down the adders
On the rocks,
On the rocks,
On the rocks,
On the rocks...

Joan of Arc walks into my mirror,
        A burning sword.
I'd like to cry.
I look into her eyes.
I see she's seen the long days and nights.
"Ooh," she says,
"The games are still the same, I see,
But they've changed the names now.
Are all Lionhearts put in parks, apart?"

Lionhearts in the asylums,
Lionhearts tossed at sea,
Lionhearts who've lived their lives, like Arthur.
Lionhearts in cathedrals,
Lionhearts at mournings,
Lionhearts in every seed –
But they're sown
On the rocks,
On the rocks,
On the rocks,
On the rocks...

Somebody I couldn't see
        Tied me up and put me away,
Here on the rocks,
Here on the rocks,
Here on the rocks...

The Craft Of Love [alt. Craft of Life*]

I tried to study it for just a while:
All of the potions, from oysters to seducing smiles.
But I've found it's already inside me:
A big round bubble of sensuality,
Dared to be burst,
But worried about getting hurt.

I know how you like to kiss.
I'll ask you what you're thinking.
Silver's in our dark hair.
The sheets are soaked by your tiny fish.

The craft of love,
The craft of love,
The craft of life,
The craft of love,
Oo-ooh...

Tears spring to mind when I go back in time.
All those lost bodies just seeking security.
Jittering strangers with sweating hands,
Heavy and clever and full of demands.
Well I'm similar to you:
We're familiar with what to do.

I know how you like to kiss.
I'll ask you what you're thinking.
Silver's in our dark hair.
The sheets are soaked by your tiny fish.

The craft of love,
The craft of love,
The craft of life,
The craft of love,
Oo-ooh...

Queen Eddie [alt. The Gay Farewell / Eddie the Queen]

I've never seen
Such a sad queen
        As Eddie.
I've seen him raving,
Maybe even in pain,
But never
        Weeping like a baby.

On Saturday afternoon
He was really fine to him.
But on Saturday evening,
Oh, well Eddie was so pretty.
But now his boy is leaving.

Hey, boy, you're so young
        To be a queen weeping.
You're just a little princess.
Oh, Eddie, don't!
'Cause what can I do
        But listen to the dead old story.

On Saturday afternoon
He was really fine to him.
But on Saturday evening,
Oh, well Eddie was so pretty.
But now his boy is leaving.
But now his boy is leaving.
But now his boy is leaving him.

Queeny, come home soon!

In My Garden [alt. Something Like A Song]

There's something that sounds like a song
        In my garden, by the willow –
A piper:
"Oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, hoooo"

I see him when I turn the lights down low,
        In my garden, wading through the pond.
Rest and sing: "Lover oooooooh..."
"Oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, hoooo"

I've called him by every name I know,
By every name I know,
        But he won't answer me.
He keeps coming forward, but never moving.
        Is there no destiny here?

It sounds like a song
        In my garden, by the willow--
A piper:
"Oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, hoooo"

Frightened Eyes

Just travelling on a bus
        From a friend's house,
And all these people are looking at me.
They're gazing out windows,
        In any English country gardens.

But as gazes meet,
        Vacancy shows on screen.
But I feel inside
        The latent hysteria:
"Why is she looking at me?"

And as I drift from one to one I can see
        They're all like me.
They've all got frightened eyes
Saying what they're thinking,
        What they are doing tonight.

They've all got frightened eyes,
Saying, "Leave me alone,
        I'm perfectly safe here inside.
Please don't surprise me."

Expressionless.
Everyone here loves cheap wine –
We all know good taste,
We just get too busy trying to find
        The right games to play.

Impatient, aren't we all?
Watching the time trip by.
And all these people are looking at me.
They're gazing out windows.
They're burning up in there.

And as I drift from one to one I can see
        They're all like me.
They've all got frightened eyes
Saying what they're thinking,
        What they are doing tonight.

They've all got frightened eyes,
Saying, "Leave me alone,
        I'm perfectly safe here inside.
Please don't surprise me."

Nevertheless (You'll Do)

You've never driven through a red light,
        Or let your mind leave your body.
It's pitch black in bed every night:
        You set the clock right for the morning alarm.

You've never wanted to start any fights,
Don't know a thing about tapping in on wires.

I fill the room with people
        but still you sit empty,
Stuck like putty.
I tried to teach you good rock 'n' roll,
        But you couldn't get over the old one-two,
And nevertheless, you'll do.
Nevertheless, you'll do.
Nevertheless, I do.

You get up in the morning and put on your suit
        For the office, and leave me.
You come home all pushed and pulled,
        At six-thirty in the evening.

The television, it takes you away
        To a picture-world where I have no say in it.

I fill the room with people
        but still you sit empty,
Stuck like putty.
I tried to teach you good rock'n'roll,
        But you couldn't get over the old one-two,
And nevertheless, you'll do.
Nevertheless, you'll do.
Nevertheless, I do.

Goodnight Baby [alt. Come Closer To Me Babe / Who is Sylvia?]

Come closer to me, babe,
        And the night will come much closer, too.
Can't you see the light
        Drawing pictures nearer in the skies?

What is it that you whisper
        When you close your eyes?
Come closer to me, babe.
        Is it me it's all about?
And who is it that you're always
        Calling in your sleep?
Who is Sylvia?

Goodnight, baby. Please
Come on home,
Come on home,
Come on home soon.
Goodnight, baby,
Goodnight, baby,
Goodnight, baby,
Goodnight, baby.

Come closer to me now,
        For I know there's something you must tell me.
When slumber slips between your lips
        Will the secrets ooze out easily?

What is it that you whisper
        When you close your eyes?
Come closer to me, babe.
        Is it me it's all about?
And who is it that you're always
        Calling in your sleep?
Who is Sylvia?

Goodnight, baby. Please
Come on home,
Come on home,
Come on home soon.
Goodnight, baby,
Goodnight, baby,
Goodnight, baby,
Goodnight, baby.

So Soft [alt. You're Soft]

Held in your arms in the back seat,
Cruising down the main street,
How can anyone have such little defence?

You're soft.
In between the sheets, left in limbo,
        Covered me like the pillow –
I can hardly tell the difference.

You're soft,
        So soft.
To be, to be with you
        I'd leave everything.

But I don't know how to deal with you.
I swear you'd fall like a feather if I was cruel.
Love would melt me like hot butter.

You're soft,
        So soft.
To be, to be with you
        I'd do anything.

Walking down the street, brushing arms,
You're moonlight dancing.
I try hard to keep my feelings in.

You're soft.
Dancing to the music, so low.
I knead you like dough.
How can anyone be so loving

And soft,
        So soft?
To be, to be with you
        I'd leave everything.

But I don't know how to deal with you.
I swear you'd fall like a feather if I was cruel.
You melt me like hot butter.

You're soft,
        So soft.
To be, to be with you
        I'd do anything.

The Rare Flower [alt. Pick the Rare Flower (my copy was entitled "I Don't See Why I Shouldn't". Listen for the rattling cup and saucer that nearly goes for a burton at the end as Kate scrabbles to switch the recorder off)]

There's beauty in such a sacred structure, oh,
That thing that is nurtured and loved.
It's quite an occasion.
It's driving me crazy.

I'm not allowed to touch on lust,
I've gotta get a hold of myself.
I mustn't admit it.

I don't see why I shouldn't,
I don't see why I shouldn't,
I don't see why I shouldn't
Pick the rare flower.

I don't see why I shouldn't,
Well, I don't see why I shouldn't,
I don't see why I shouldn't
Pick the rare flower.

Whoooo
Walking, in a Paradise or Eden,
Whoa, temptation:
        Give me one second to succumb.

It's calling me.
        With a menacing whisper
Magic offer a-charming me
Why I've gotta get a hold of myself,
        You see, but it ain't easy.

I don't see why I shouldn't,
I don't see why I shouldn't,
I don't see why I shouldn't
Pick the rare flower.

I don't see why I shouldn't,
I don't see why I shouldn't,
I don't see why I shouldn't
Pick the rare flower.
Ooooooh.

It Hurts Me [alt. Feeling Like a Waltz]
(Note: the alternative title "A Rose Growing Old" is wrong and comes from a mishearing of "waltz" as "rose".)

Slipping past the chimney-pots,
        Down among the ashes, away from old times –
Why must I self-indulge in memories?
I should be celebrating to a moving melody,

But it hurts me, it hurts me,
Honey, honey, it hurts me.
And I'm feeling like a waltz,
        Growing old, - old, old, old, old.

I was fiery but you put me out.
I was always one for loving and leaving.
I like to think I was immune to romance.
I should be laughing at some good old comedy.

Oh, but it hurts me, it hurts me.
Honey, honey, it hurts me.
And I'm feeling like a waltz –

If you laughed at me, I'd laugh too.
Waltz, don't you know that I'd be really breakin-ing.

L'amour--marche avec un etranger.
I shouldn't care, you're not my darling anymore,

But it hurts me, it hurts me,
Honey, honey, honey, honey.
And I'm feeling like a waltz,
        Growing old, old, old, old, old.

Keeping Me Waiting [alt. Stranded At The Moonbase]

A long way up in light-years,
        Just a pinpoint in space,
In a century of planetary storms,
        Stranded at the moonbase,

The air is getting low.
The air is getting low.

Looking out at the roof-window,
        I've seen many strange things,
From shooting stars to Stars 'n' Stripes –
        Thought I'd caught a glimpse of golden wings.

The air is getting low,
The air is getting low,
The air is getting low,
The air is getting low.

I got the vision of a big white dove.
I've heard the creaking of the pearly gates above.
I'm wond'ring why the big white dove
Is keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting,
Keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting,
Keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting.

Looking way down below me,
        The worlds are all awhirl-whirly.
Won't you come along beside?
This place waits for company.

The air is getting low.
The air is getting low.

I leave my limbs behind me.
        As I'm being lifted
Out into the – into the
        Spiritual boom-boom abyss.         [Yuk!!! – M.H.]

The air is getting low.
The air is getting low.
The air is getting low.
The air is getting low.

I got the vision of a big white dove.
I've heard the creaking of the pearly gates above.
I'm wond'ring why the big white dove
Is keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting,
Keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting,
Keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting.

Davy [alt. While Davy Dozed]

I stayed the night in your arms,
Over half an hour I stayed awake
        Looking at you.

Your face seemed radiant;
The morn was to steal it         }
With a cracking moment        } – M.H.
        As I held you.

Oo-ooh...
While na-na ne-ne-na ne-na-na Davy dozed.
        I closed my eyes.
Realised the time is close for us to go.
Hold me, oh hold me.

Davy, Davy,
Bending like a willow-branch.
He rocks me like a baby.

Oo-ooh...
I know he loves another lady,
But I still see him in the hallway
        Calling me.

Oh, when we danced so closely,
I really felt as though I was melting
        In a pool.

Oo-ooh...
Oh,
While na-na na-na na-na-na Davy dozed.
        I closed my eyes.
Realised the time is close for us to go.
Hold, please hold me.

Davy, Davy,
Bending like a willow-branch.
He rocks me like a baby.
Oo-ooh...

The Disbelieving Angel

So much for all the prayers you've learned.
They are no help to basic needs.
And all the worlds they've shown you
        Just make you even greedier.

So what about divinity?
I'm further away than before.
You're like two stars colliding,
        And you're never going to hit the floor.

Why should I whisper in the church?
Because they say it's sacred ground?
Oh, my sacrilege would do you good.
You see, there's nothing here, I've found.

I feel so sorry for you,
Believing because they control.
And of all the guardian angels
        They chose me to save your soul!

Oh, I'm just trying to explain,
I'm a disbelieving angel.

Atlantis

In that ocean.
Wide eyed and deeper in your gaze,
        And bluer than the bright that's in the cave.

There is a city,
Came out from you, Atlantis
        In ruins, sunken below the waves

But in the city,
        Where there is no one.
What's the point of being free, eh?
When there is nothing there to tie me down,
        Oh, no more near.        } – M.H.

The bluest city,
        Covered in coral and coral,
On sea chests,
        And sealed Jamaician tales.

There is nobody
        To calm the souls of meandering whales,        } – M.H.
With a shoal of herring amongst the sails.

But in the city,
        Where there is no one.
What's the point of being free, eh?
When there is nothing there to tie me down,
        Oh, no more near.        } – M.H.

There is the city Atlantis.

Cussi, Cussi

Please
        Don't be-e afraid of this
Coz' we don't move the way they do.
Surely you don't love them?
So why hide it away from me?

Please be easy, you got it I haven't,
Somewhere in your "harmineenou, home-arneenou"
        There's a room in a long form
Where you just play a tune
        It gets us really stoned,

Really amazingly,
Cussi, Cussi, Cussi,
Cussi, Cussi, Cussi. Ah.

Don't let them in
        When you see that secret smile.
Baby, don't let them in
        When you feel the ribbon's eye.

You get the wrong idea,
You'll get broken,
        And you never let yourself go again with me.

And I've noticed in your eyes
        A sadness I don't like.
To recognise
        You are feeling a heavy side of your ecstacy.

Now you're getting to me,
So that I can I hardly bear it.
So that I can I hardly bear it.
No no,
Don't get too deep.

Don't let them in
        When you see that secret smile.
Baby, don't let them in
        When you feel the ribbons eye.

You get the wrong idea,
You'll get broken,
And you never let yourself go again with me,
        Properly.

The Magician Of Lublin (TV film soundtrack)

When you reach for a star
        Only angels are there
And it's not very far
        Just to step on a stair
Take a look at those clowns
        And the tricks that they play
In the circus of life
        Life is bitter and gay

There are clowns in the night,
        Clowns everywhere.
See how they run,
        Run from despair
You can be thrilled
        And you can be free
But only my friend
        If you'll listen to me

When the fantasy bells
        Of the universe ring
You can fly through the sky
        On a dragonfly's wing
There is magic within,
        There is magic without.
Follow me and you'll learn
        Just what life's all about,
        Just what life's all about

Sunsi

Did you know
I don't know what goes on
        When you shut the blind in your eyes?
That moment I come alive.
Nobody knows oh what you can do.

Oh Sunsi, you really make me want to seek it out.
Oh Sunsi, you release the precious key.
        Precious key.
Oh Lord, the precious key.
I don't know if your mystery is the same?

Oh where is the light, where I have seen the flame.
Oh where is the light, oh I have been the flame.
Oh river light, go out with a flame.

Falling, you appear so many ways:
Falling over;
Falling down;
Falling in love;
I'm falling under your spell.
Well I know they're not aware of what you can do to me.

Oh Sunsi, you really make me want to seek it out.
Oh Sunsi, you release the precious key.
        The precious key.
Oh Lord, the precious key.
I don't know if your mystery will remain?

Oh where is the light, where I have seen the flame.
Oh where is the light, oh I have been the flame.
Oh river light, go out with a flame.

Humming
Appeas to comprise of nothing more than three choruses as follows:

Oh Davy, you may have many birds}
and many songs for your morning, } – M.H.
You're like a star upon me
So like a star upon me
To be one in your garden
Humming
Humming
Humming

...

Maybe
Uses the above 'Humming' chorus with 'maybe' replacing 'Davy':

I'm searching for any revolutionary open
Caused him to a light a nerve.
I'm not on cloud nine on a blue sky
and there a-rocking
because he's a-rocking, too.

        So maybe, you may have many words
        and many thoughts for yawning
        You're so like a star upon me
        ...

All lyrics from Love-Hounds / Gaffa-Web

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