From: hb3@aixterm3.urz.uni-heidelberg.de (Franz Lemmermeyer)
Subject: CRD: 12:30 mamas and papas

 Hi. As I have never seen any Mamas-and-Papas songs (except the obligatory

Monday Monday and California Dreaming, of course)  at the sites I know,
I4ll try to post a few over the next few weeks (if none of you minds).
There also was a request for "The love of Ivy" last week; could anybody help
me with the lyrics, please?



             Twelve-thirty                 John Phillips 1966

      e  e7      a7     A7        D    D7
      I used to live in New York City
      e    e7      a7       A7        D     D7
      Everything there was dark and dirty
      e    e7     a7     A7     D      Bb   D
      Outside my window was a steeple
      e      (e7)        Eb            D
      With a clock that always said 12:30

      G                              D
      Young girls are coming to the canyon
      C           e                      D
      And in the morning I can see them walking
      G                         D
      I can no longer keep my blinds drawn
      C             c               G
      And I can't keep myself from talking.

      At first so strange to feel so friendly
      To say good morning and really mean it
      To feel these changes happening in me
      But not to notice till I feel it.

      (Chorus)

      Cloudy waters cast no reflection
      Images of beauty lie there stagnant
      Vibrations bounce in no direction
      And lie there shattered into fragments.

Franz Lemmermeyer
hb3@aixterm3.urz.uni-heidelberg.de










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