IN HELD 'TWAS IN I - SUITE

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Song Title
IN HELD 'TWAS IN I - SUITE
Writers
Reid, Brooker, Fisher
Publisher
ESSEX MUSIC INTERNATIONAL, INC.
Co-Publisher
Non-TRO Affiliate
% Publisher Controls
100%
Territory Controlled
US AND CANADA
Lyrics
(Spoken) In the darkness of the night, only occasionally relieved by glimpses of Nirvana seen through other people’s windows, wallowing in a morass of self-despair, made only more painful by the knowledge that all I am is of my own making. When everything around me, even the kitchen ceiling, has collapsed and crumbled without warning—And I am left standing alive and well—looking up and wondering why and wherefore. At a time like this—which exists maybe only for me but is nonetheless real--if I can communicate, and, in the telling and the baring of my soul anything is gained—even though the words which I use are pretentious and make you cringe with embarrassment—let me remind you of the pilgrim who asked for an audience with the Dali Lama. He was told that he must first spend five years contemplation. After five years he was ushered into the Dali Lama’s presence, who said, “Well, my son, what do you wish to know?” So, the pilgrim said, “I wish to know the meaning of life, father.” So, the Dali Lama smiled and said, “Well, my son, life is like a beanstalk---isn’t it?”

Held close by that which some despise, which some call fake, and others lies; And somewhat small for one so tall. A doubting Thomas—who would be? It’s written plain for all to see. For want of iron with no mop. It’s hard at times, it’s awful wrong. They say that Jesus healed the sick and helped the poor. And those, I’m sure believed his eyes—a strange disguise. Still—write it down, it might be read. Nothing’s better left unsaid, only sometimes. Still, no doubt, it’s hard to see. It all works out.

‘Twas Teatime At The Circus
Words and Music by Gary Brooker, Matthew Fisher and Keith Reid
© Copyright 1968 (Renewed), 1972 (Renewed) Westminster Music Ltd., London, England
TRO – Essex Music International, Inc., New York, controls all publication rights for the U.S.A. and Canada

‘Twas teatime at the circus,
(whispered) Chicky, he was there.
Through hoops he skipped, how wise he tripped,
And all the while the glare
Of the making, aching spotlights,
Beat down upon his cloak.
Aahhh!
And though the crowd clapped furiously,
They could not see the joke!

‘Twas teatime at the circus,
Though some might not agree,
As jugglers danced and horses pranced,
And clowns clowned endlessly.
But trunk to tail the elephants,
Quite silent, never spoke.
Aahhh!
And though the crowd clapped desperately,
They did not see the joke.
Hooray!!

In The Autumn Of My Madness
Words and Music by Gary Brooker, Matthew Fisher and Keith Reid
© Copyright 1968 (Renewed), 1972 (Renewed) Onward Music Ltd., London, England
TRO – Essex Music International, Inc., New York, controls all publication rights for the U.S.A. and Canada

In the autumn of my madness,
When my hair is turning grey,
For the milk has finally curdled,
And I’ve nothing left to say;
When all my thoughts are spoken,
Save my last departing verse,
Bring all my friends unto me,
And I’ll strangle them with words.

In the autumn of my madness,
Which in comin’ won’t be long,
For the nights are now much darker,
And the daylight’s not so strong,
And things which I believed in
Are no longer quite enough,
For the knowing is much harder,
And the going’s gettin’ rough.

Look To Your Soul
Words and Music by Gary Brooker, Matthew Fisher, and Keith Reid
© Copyright 1968 (Renewed), 1972 (Renewed) Onward Music Ltd., London, England
TRO – Essex Music International, Inc., New York, controls all publication rights for the U.S.A. and Canada

I know if I’d been wiser,
This would never have occurred,
But I wallowed in my blindness,
So it’s plain that I deserve,
For the sin of self-indulgence,
When the truth was read so clear,
I must spend my life among the dead,
Who spend their lives in fear
Of a death that they’re not sure of,
Of a life they can’t control.
It’s all so simple, really,
If you’ll just look to your soul, yeah!
All so simple, really,
If you’ll just look to your soul, yeah!

Some say that I’m a wise man,
Some think that I’m a fool,
It doesn’t matter either way,
I’ll be a wise man’s fool.

The lesson lies in learning,
And by teaching I’ll be taught,
For there’s nothing hidden anywhere,
It’s all there to be sought.

And so, if you know anything
Look closely at the time,
But others who remain untrue,
And don’t commit the crime.

Grand Finale
Words and Music by Gary Brooker, Matthew Fisher, and Keith Reid
© Copyright 1968 (Renewed), 1972 (Renewed) Onward Music Ltd., London, England
TRO – Essex Music International, Inc., New York, controls all publication rights for the U.S.A. and Canada

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