From: [email protected] (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
[email protected]
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