Strange brew -- kill what's inside of you.
She's a witch of trouble in electric blue,
In her own mad mind she's in love with you.
With you.
Now what you gonna do?
Strange brew -- kill what's inside of you.
She's some kind of demon messing in the glue.
If you don't watch out it'll stick to you.
To you.
What kind of fool are you?
Strange brew -- kill what's inside of you.
On a boat in the middle of a raging sea,
She would make a scene for it all to be
Ignored.
And wouldn't you be bored?
Strange brew -- kill what's inside of you.
Strange brew, strange brew, strange brew, strange brew.
Strange brew -- kill what's inside of you.
Cream - Disraeli Gears Album Lyrics
Cream - Disraeli Gears Lyrics
Writer: ERIC PATRICK CLAPTON, FELIX PAPPALARDI, GAIL COLLINS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Sunshine Of Your Love
(Jack Bruce, Pete Brown & Eric Clapton)
It's gettin' near dawn,
When lights close their tired eyes.
I'll soon be with you my love,
To give you my dawn surprise.
I'll be with you darling soon,
I'll be with you when the stars start falling.
I've been waiting so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love.
I'm with you my love,
The light's shinin' through on you.
Yes, I'm with you my love,
It's the morning and just we two.
I'll stay with you darling now,
I'll stay with you till my seeds are all dried up.
I've been waiting so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love.
It's gettin' near dawn,
When lights close their tired eyes.
I'll soon be with you my love,
To give you my dawn surprise.
I'll be with you darling soon,
I'll be with you when the stars start falling.
I've been waiting so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love.
I'm with you my love,
The light's shinin' through on you.
Yes, I'm with you my love,
It's the morning and just we two.
I'll stay with you darling now,
I'll stay with you till my seeds are all dried up.
I've been waiting so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love.
Writer: Eric Patrick Clapton, Jack Bruce, Peter Constantine Brown, Peter Ronald Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
World Of Pain
(Gail Collins and Felix Pappalardi)
Outside my window is a tree.
Outside my window is a tree.
There only for me.
And it stands in the grey of the city,
No time for pity, for the tree or me.
There is a world of pain
In the falling rain
Around me.
Is there a reason for today?
Is there a reason for today?
Do you remember?
I can hear all the cries of the city,
No time for pity for a growing tree.
There is a world of pain
In the falling rain
Around me.
Outside my window is a tree.
Outside my window is a tree.
There only for me.
And it stands in the grey of the city,
No time for pity, for the tree or me.
There is a world of pain
In the falling rain
Around me.
Outside my window is a tree.
Outside my window is a tree.
There only for me.
And it stands in the grey of the city,
No time for pity, for the tree or me.
There is a world of pain
In the falling rain
Around me.
Is there a reason for today?
Is there a reason for today?
Do you remember?
I can hear all the cries of the city,
No time for pity for a growing tree.
There is a world of pain
In the falling rain
Around me.
Outside my window is a tree.
Outside my window is a tree.
There only for me.
And it stands in the grey of the city,
No time for pity, for the tree or me.
There is a world of pain
In the falling rain
Around me.
Writer: GAIL COLLINS, FELIX PAPPALARDI
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Dance The Night Away
(Jack Bruce and Pete Brown)
Goner build myself a castle
High up in the clouds.
There'll be skies outside my window,
Lose these streets and crowds.
Dance the night away.
Will find myself an ocean,
Sail into the blue.
Live with golden swordfish,
Forget the time of you.
Dance the night away.
Dance myself to nothing,
Vanish from this place.
Gonna turn myself to shadow
So I can't see your face.
Dance the night away.
Goner build myself a castle
High up in the clouds.
There'll be skies outside my window,
Lose these streets and crowds.
Dance the night away.
Will find myself an ocean,
Sail into the blue.
Live with golden swordfish,
Forget the time of you.
Dance the night away.
Dance myself to nothing,
Vanish from this place.
Gonna turn myself to shadow
So I can't see your face.
Dance the night away.
Writer: WAYNE WILKINS, ALEX BROWN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Blue Condition
(Ginger Baker)
Don't take the wrong direction passing through,
Instead of deep reflection of what's true,
For it's a combination of judgments made by you
That cause a deep dejection all the way through.
No relaxation, no conversation, no variation
In a very dark blue, blue condition.
Early rising every day.
You must be enterprising in your way,
For you will hear no laughter, nor see the sun.
Life would be one disaster all the way through.
No relaxation, no conversation, no variation
In a very dark blue, blue condition.
Don't take the wrong direction passing through
Instead of deep reflection of what's true,
For it's a combination of judgments made by you
That cause a deep dejection all the way through.
No relaxation, no conversation, no variation
In a very dark blue, blue condition.
No relaxation, no conversation, no variation
In a very dark blue, blue condition.
Don't take the wrong direction passing through,
Instead of deep reflection of what's true,
For it's a combination of judgments made by you
That cause a deep dejection all the way through.
No relaxation, no conversation, no variation
In a very dark blue, blue condition.
Early rising every day.
You must be enterprising in your way,
For you will hear no laughter, nor see the sun.
Life would be one disaster all the way through.
No relaxation, no conversation, no variation
In a very dark blue, blue condition.
Don't take the wrong direction passing through
Instead of deep reflection of what's true,
For it's a combination of judgments made by you
That cause a deep dejection all the way through.
No relaxation, no conversation, no variation
In a very dark blue, blue condition.
No relaxation, no conversation, no variation
In a very dark blue, blue condition.
Writer: PETER EDWARD BAKER
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Tales Of Brave Ulysses
(Eric Clapton and Martin Sharp)
You thought the leaden winter would bring you down forever,
But you rode upon a steamer to the violence of the sun.
And the colours of the sea bind your eyes with trembling mermaids,
And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses,
How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing,
For the sparkling waves are calling you to kiss their white laced lips.
And you see a girl's brown body dancing through the turquoise,
And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea.
And when your fingers find her, she drowns you in her body,
Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind.
The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers,
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.
Her name is Aphrodite and she rides a crimson shell,
And you know you cannot leave her for you touched the distant sands
With tales of brave Ulysses, how his naked ears were tortured
By the sirens sweetly singing.
The tiny purple fishes run lauging through your fingers,
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.
You thought the leaden winter would bring you down forever,
But you rode upon a steamer to the violence of the sun.
And the colours of the sea bind your eyes with trembling mermaids,
And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses,
How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing,
For the sparkling waves are calling you to kiss their white laced lips.
And you see a girl's brown body dancing through the turquoise,
And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea.
And when your fingers find her, she drowns you in her body,
Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind.
The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers,
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.
Her name is Aphrodite and she rides a crimson shell,
And you know you cannot leave her for you touched the distant sands
With tales of brave Ulysses, how his naked ears were tortured
By the sirens sweetly singing.
The tiny purple fishes run lauging through your fingers,
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.
Writer: ERIC PATRICK CLAPTON, MARTIN SHARP
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
SWLABR
(Jack Bruce and Pete Brown)
Coming to me in the morning, leaving me at night.
Coming to me in the morning, leaving me alone.
You've got that rainbow feel,
But the rainbow has a beard.
Running to me a-cryin', when he throws you out.
Running to me a-cryin', on your own again.
You've got that pure feel,
Such good responses,
But the picture has a mustache.
You're comin' to me with that soulful look on your face.
Coming lookin' like you've never ever done one wrong thing.
You're comin' to me with that soulful look on your face.
You're comin' lookin' like you've never ever done one wrong thing.
So many fantastic colours, I feel in a wonderland.
Many fantastic colours, makes me feel so good.
You've got that pure feel,
Such good responses,
Got that rainbow feel,
But the rainbow has a beard.
Coming to me in the morning, leaving me at night.
Coming to me in the morning, leaving me alone.
You've got that rainbow feel,
But the rainbow has a beard.
Running to me a-cryin', when he throws you out.
Running to me a-cryin', on your own again.
You've got that pure feel,
Such good responses,
But the picture has a mustache.
You're comin' to me with that soulful look on your face.
Coming lookin' like you've never ever done one wrong thing.
You're comin' to me with that soulful look on your face.
You're comin' lookin' like you've never ever done one wrong thing.
So many fantastic colours, I feel in a wonderland.
Many fantastic colours, makes me feel so good.
You've got that pure feel,
Such good responses,
Got that rainbow feel,
But the rainbow has a beard.
Writer: JACK BRUCE, PETE BROWN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Were Going Wrong
(Jack Bruce)
Please open your eyes,
Try to realise.
I found out today we're going wrong,
We're going wrong.
Please open your mind,
See what you can find.
I found out today we're going wrong,
We're going wrong.
We're going wrong,
We're going wrong,
We're going wrong.
Please open your eyes,
Try to realise.
I found out today we're going wrong,
We're going wrong.
Please open your mind,
See what you can find.
I found out today we're going wrong,
We're going wrong.
We're going wrong,
We're going wrong,
We're going wrong.
Writer: JACK BRUCE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Outside Woman Blues
(Arthur "Blind Willie" Reynolds)
If you lose your money, great God, don't lose your mind.
If you lose your money, great God, don't lose your mind.
And if you lose your woman, please don't fool with mine.
I'm gonna buy me a bulldog, watch my lady whilst I sleep.
I'm gonna buy me a bulldog, watch my lady whilst I sleep.
'Cause women these days, they're so doggone crooked,
That they might make a 'fore day creep.
Well, you can't watch your wife and your outside women, too.
You know you can't watch your wife and your outside womens, too.
Cause when you're out with your women, your wife will be at home,
Cooking your food, doing your dirt, buddy what you trying to do?
You can't watch your wife and your outside womens, too.
You know you can't watch your wife and your outside women, too.
When you're out with your women, your wife will be at home,
Doing your dirt, cooking your food, buddy what you trying to do?
If you lose your money, great God, don't lose your mind.
If you lose your money, great God, don't lose your mind.
And if you lose your woman, please don't fool with mine.
I'm gonna buy me a bulldog, watch my lady whilst I sleep.
I'm gonna buy me a bulldog, watch my lady whilst I sleep.
'Cause women these days, they're so doggone crooked,
That they might make a 'fore day creep.
Well, you can't watch your wife and your outside women, too.
You know you can't watch your wife and your outside womens, too.
Cause when you're out with your women, your wife will be at home,
Cooking your food, doing your dirt, buddy what you trying to do?
You can't watch your wife and your outside womens, too.
You know you can't watch your wife and your outside women, too.
When you're out with your women, your wife will be at home,
Doing your dirt, cooking your food, buddy what you trying to do?
Writer: Arthur Reynolds, DP
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Take It Back
(Jack Bruce and Pete Brown)
Take it back, take it back, take that thing right outa here.
Right away, far away, take that thing right outa here.
Don't let them take me to where streams are red.
I want to stay here and sleep in my own bed.
Need all your loving, long blonde hair,
Don't let them take me 'cos I easily scare.
Take it back, take it back, take that thing right outa here.
Take it back, take it back, take that thing right outa here.
Right away, far away, take that thing right outa here.
I got this great need, the need to stay alive.
Not ashamed of my creed, I've got to survive.
So come on baby, don't go 'way,
Just let them save me for a rainy day.
Take it back, take it back, take that thing right outa here.
I got this need, the need to stay alive.
Not ashamed of my creed, I've got to survive.
So come on baby, don't go away,
Just let them save me for a rainy day.
Take it back, take it back, take that thing right outa here.
Take it back, take it back, take that thing right outa here.
Right away, far away, take that thing right outa here.
I got this thing, I've got to keep it sharp.
Don't go to places where it won't shine in the dark.
So come on baby, don't go away,
Just let them save me for a rainy day.
Take it back, take it back, take that thing right outa here.
Take it back, take it back, take that thing right outa here.
Right away, far away, take that thing right outa here.
Don't let them take me to where streams are red.
I want to stay here and sleep in my own bed.
Need all your loving, long blonde hair,
Don't let them take me 'cos I easily scare.
Take it back, take it back, take that thing right outa here.
Take it back, take it back, take that thing right outa here.
Right away, far away, take that thing right outa here.
I got this great need, the need to stay alive.
Not ashamed of my creed, I've got to survive.
So come on baby, don't go 'way,
Just let them save me for a rainy day.
Take it back, take it back, take that thing right outa here.
I got this need, the need to stay alive.
Not ashamed of my creed, I've got to survive.
So come on baby, don't go away,
Just let them save me for a rainy day.
Take it back, take it back, take that thing right outa here.
Take it back, take it back, take that thing right outa here.
Right away, far away, take that thing right outa here.
I got this thing, I've got to keep it sharp.
Don't go to places where it won't shine in the dark.
So come on baby, don't go away,
Just let them save me for a rainy day.
Take it back, take it back, take that thing right outa here.
Writer: PETER CONSTANTINE BROWN, JACK BRUCE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Mothers Lament
(traditional)
Are we wollin'? A one, a two, a free, a four...
A mother was washing her baby one night,
The youngest of ten and a delicate mite.
The mother was poor and the baby was thin,
'Twas naught but an skelingtin covered with skin.
The mother turned 'round for a soap off the rack.
She was only a moment but when she turned back
Her baby had gone, and in anguish she cried,
"Oh, where 'as my baby gone?" The angels replied:
Oh, your baby has gone down the plug 'ole.
Oh, your baby has gone down the plug.
The poor little thing was so skinny and thin,
He should 'ave been washed in a jug, in a jug.
Your baby is perfectly happy;
He won't need a bath anymore.
He's a-muckin' about with the angels above,
Not lost but gone before.
Thankyou,
Do you wanna do it again?
Are we wollin'? A one, a two, a free, a four...
A mother was washing her baby one night,
The youngest of ten and a delicate mite.
The mother was poor and the baby was thin,
'Twas naught but an skelingtin covered with skin.
The mother turned 'round for a soap off the rack.
She was only a moment but when she turned back
Her baby had gone, and in anguish she cried,
"Oh, where 'as my baby gone?" The angels replied:
Oh, your baby has gone down the plug 'ole.
Oh, your baby has gone down the plug.
The poor little thing was so skinny and thin,
He should 'ave been washed in a jug, in a jug.
Your baby is perfectly happy;
He won't need a bath anymore.
He's a-muckin' about with the angels above,
Not lost but gone before.
Thankyou,
Do you wanna do it again?
Writer: ERIC PATRICK CLAPTON, GINGER BAKER, JACK BRUCE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Disraeli Gears is the second studio album by the British rock band Cream. It was released in November 1967 and reached No. 5 on the UK Albums Chart., and No. 1 on the Swedish and Finnish charts. The album was also No. 1 for two weeks on the Australian album chart and was listed as the No. 1 album of 1968 by Cash Box in the year-end album chart in the United States. The album features the singles "Strange Brew" and "Sunshine of Your Love", as well as their respective B-sides "Tales of Brave Ulysses" and "SWLABR".
The original 11-track album was remastered in 1998, and then subsequently released as a two-disc Deluxe Edition in 2004.
Performed By:
CreamThe original 11-track album was remastered in 1998, and then subsequently released as a two-disc Deluxe Edition in 2004.
Genre(s): Psychedelic rock, blues rock, hard rock, Classic Rock
Length: 33:02
Released: November 2nd, 1967
Year: 1967