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I can say so cause I found it to be true
It’s best to be off with your old love
Before you’re on with the new
Yes it is Yes it is
Yes it is, ahhh Yes it is
I can say so cause I found it to be true
It’s best to be off with your old love
Before you’re on with the new
Is it true you laugh so long
Crying somewhere all alone
Went and found somebody new
When you found she was the one for you
You called me yesterday and got no reply
It’s true I left her alone
Say you didn’t even telephone
Went and found somebody new
Don’t know what I’m gonna do
I called her yesterday and got no reply
Yes it is Yes it is
Yes it is, ahhh Yes it is
I can say so cause I found it to be true
It’s best to be off with your old love
Before you’re on with the new
Yes it is Yes it is
Yes it is, ahhh
Yes it is
I can say so cause I found it to be true
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Lend a helping hand to me and
I’ll be forever grateful
Things haven’t been so good with me
and I feel so resentful
Hope no longer spreads it’s wing
To lift me thru today
Belief only comforts the fool
And carries him away
Lend a helping hand to me and
I’ll be forever grateful
I’ve been lying to myself and
I feel so deceitful
Chances but another sad expression Which I often use
Fate is neither here nor there
And luck is but a poor excuse
Lend a helping hand to me and
I’ll be forever grateful
Give your garden shed to me
I so want to be peaceful
Things haven’t been too good to me And I’ve been lying to myself
Hope no longer spreads it’s wings
And carries me away
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I stayed out late last night
I was walking the streets all alone
All the stars where shining bright
I just hung my head and I just moaned
But it’s all over now
I decided as the morning came
How could I take you back
When you brought me so much shame
How could anyone play a trick like that
On someone they’d supposed to love?
I trusted that from the day we met
I would be the only one
But I found out about you
You had been bringing your friends Around to my house
After they’ve had you on my couch
You know they all left by the back door
I stayed out late last night
I woke up tonight at my friends
When they tried to question me
I didn’t try to pretend
I said, how can anyone
play a trick like that on someone they’re supposed to love?
I trusted that from the day we met
I would be the only one
But I found out about you
You had been bringing your friends around to my house
After they had you on my couch
You know they all left by the back door
I stayed out late last night
I stayed out late last night
I walked the street alone
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Don’t you ever think I cry
Well I do every night
At least once or twice, yes I do
Every kiss I have to steal
While you laugh at me cuz you Don’t think I’m real, yes you do
And while my lonely night crawls by
Don’t you ever think I cry
It won’t be long before I lose control
Don’t you know that you’re
bringing me down
You got me running all over the place
I’m cryin’ boooo
Must I tell you till I’m blue in the face
Don’t you ever think I cry
Well I do every night
At least once or twice, yes I do
Don’t you know that you’re
bringing me down
You got me running all over the place
I’m cryin’ boooo
Must I tell you till I’m blue in the face
Don’t you ever think I cry
Don’t you ever think I cry
Don’t you ever think I cry
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If I’d have known what would happen
I would’ve stayed in bed
But you know how it is when you get something in your head
If anyone calls, say I’m dead
I should’ve cried instead of smiling all day long
But you know how it is when you’re young and so headstrong,
And you jump right in headlong
You don’t care
Half baked
I wasn’t ready but I couldn’t wait
Half baked
I wasn’t ready but I couldn’t wait
I know now I was half baked
I don’t belong to no one
Though you’re the one I said I loved
I want to look at everyone
But heaven’s above
You’re the one I said I loved
I loved
Listen...
Half baked
I wasn’t ready but I couldn’t wait
Half baked
I wasn’t ready but I couldn’t wait
I know now I was half baked
Half baked
I wasn’t ready but I couldn’t wait
Half baked
I wasn’t ready but I couldn’t wait
I know now I was half baked
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Don’t you do I beg of you
The things you mean to do
Cuz if you do and see it through
Then you’ll break my heart in two
You won’t lose your tears of love
And you won’t lose your pain
If you see me from your window Broken in the rain
Broken in the rain
My misery, my misery
Now you won’t leave me alone
My misery, my misery
With your heart of stone
Don’t you do I beg of you
The things you mean to do
Cuz if you do and see it through
You know you’ll break my heart in two
You’ll break my heart in two
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Judas Iscariot
Blow me his chariot
Mad Jack gave me a loan
Somewhere along some road to you
I stop
Baby I blew mad Jacks loan
Don’t tell mad Jack
He’ll want his money back
It’s only for you he obliged
Get on the tele phone
Thank him for his loan
And blow the big gloves mind
Mad Jack Judas wants you
To give your money to me
That’s right, that’s me
That’s right, that’s right that’s me
Someday soon I’ll get something going My luck must change some time
Look at Mad Jack,
John’s his name but they call him Jack
He hasn’t got a brain in his mind
Come on over to my place Mad Jack
Let’s play cards for a while
I got a red button underneath my table
Man I cheat, because that’s my line
Mad Jack Judas wants you
To give your money to me
That’s right, that’s me
That’s right, that’s right that’s me
Mad Jack Judas wants you
To give your money to me
Mad Jack Judas wants you
To give your money to me
Judas Iscariot
Blow me his chariot
Mad Jack gave me a loan
Somewhere along some road to you
I stop
Baby I blew mad Jacks loan
Don’t tell mad Jack
He’ll want his money back
It’s only for you he obliged
Get on the tele phone
Thank him for his loan
And blow the big gloves mind
Mad Jack Judas wants you
To give your money to me
That’s right, that’s me
That’s right, that’s right that’s me
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Baby walk out with your darling man
And hold the lovely day
In the palm of your hand
I’m getting tired of sleeping
And I’m frightened of my dreams
But there’s nothing really so wrong that the sunshine won’t make good for me
Baby walk out with your darling man
And hold the lovely day
In the palm of your hand
You had lovely yellow hair
But now it’s dulled to gold
So baby walk out with your darling man
And hold the lovely day
In the palm of your hand
There’s so many things that
I could’ve done
They seemed so simple
I just pass them by
I do so many things that I know to be wrong but I forgotten how to cry
You were a lovely country soul
Brought up in the sun
And all you’ve had since you’ve
Been with me
Has been a window to look out from
Baby walk out with your darling man
And hold the lovely day
In the palm of your hand
You had lovely yellow hair
But now it’s dulled to gold
So baby walk out with your darling man
And hold the lovely day
In the palm of your hand
Walk out with your darling man
Walk out with your darling man
Walk out with your darling man
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I’m in bed by my window listening
Milk bottles clink the gate goes creek
The postman gives knock
The letterbox goes flop
And I’m there before the postcard gets the chance to drop
Paris, you’re in Paris
You’ve been in Paris for a week
You’re doing the fashion tour
That ends on the 24th
You’ll be in London by the 25th
I’ll catch the early morning train from Lime Street to Houston
And when we pull in Heathrow I’ll telephone the airport
So that when your plane arrives the man will say Miss Hooper
You’re friend is waiting for you in a Yellow mini Cooper
I’ll catch the early morning train from Lime Street to Houston
And when we pull in Heathrow I’ll telephone the airport
So that when your plane arrives the man will say Miss Hooper
You’re friend is waiting for you in a Yellow mini Cooper
Paris, you’re in Paris
You’ve been in Paris for a week
You’re doing the fashion tour
That ends on the 24th
You’ll be in London by the 25th
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Could be in Algeria, Ethiopia or Spain
Could be in Mongolia or in a Japanese jail
Could be somewhere near you’re home or Baghdad in Iraq
You better have something to say for yourself when I cross your path
You could be in a hamlet or on the Boodjidup bridge
Climbing up the dark side of an Egyptian pyramid
And while you’re thinking this could be one place the Hunts just won’t attack
You better be thinking of something to say for yourself when I cross your path
She was only playing girls games
And you played a part her bird brain
With some money that you found
In a wage packet on the ground
That you picked up without even looking around
Could be in Jack Demsey’s, the Manasin Mall and Even Through
A good old riders you see in the night that I catch up to you
And while you’re lying prostrate on second avenue
You may come round to believing said the things you just don’t do
Could be in Algeria, Ethiopia or Spain
Could be in Mongolia or in a Japanese jail
Could be somewhere near you’re home or Bagdad in Iraq
You better have something to say for yourself when I cross your path
You better have something to say for yourself when I cross your path
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Loving you is all I do
And I will always
Send your poems
Wrapped in a parcel for me tonight
Silently, the dark blue clouds
Go drifting, always changing
And they don’t give me time
To find your face
Sit beside me at the table
Staring round the room
No-one knows more than you
When something’s yours
Eventually, you’ll go, I know
To someone else’s table
Wearing sword-white gloves
On snow-white hands
She left her key underneath the vase on the table
So I won’t sleep tonight in case she comes home
She left her key underneath the vase on the table
So I won’t sleep tonight in case she comes home
Loving you is all I do
And I will always
Send your poems
Wrapped in a parcel, for me tonight
Silently, the dark blue clouds
Go drifting, always changing
And they don’t give me time
To find your face
She left her key underneath the vase on the table
So I won’t sleep tonight in case she comes home
She left her key underneath the vase on the table
So I won’t sleep tonight in case she comes home
Loving you is all I do
And I will always
Send your poems
Wrapped in a parcel for me tonight
Silently, the dark blue clouds go drifting, always changing
And they don’t give me time to find your face
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Jimmy Campbell should be a name recognized alongside the greatest poets and songwriters to ever emerge from England. The real son of Anastasia. Campbell was spun out of the same mystical essence that created Lennon and McCartney and his song writing is on par with the
Liverpool legends. Jimmy was far too humble for such a comparison and would have told me to knock it off! (Jimmy was a huge Lennon fan). Like most perfectionists, he was never happy with any of his finished recordings and would always comment that he could have got it better.
Gone now but never forgotten, Jimmy’s magic continues to shine around the globe as more and more musicians pick up on his often-vulnerable confessions. His cannon has been praised by diverse musicians and bands from Joey Ramone to The Black Keys. Jimmy’s work is just as diverse, producing everything from gorgeous gleaming Beatlesque power pop rockers to introspective tender acoustic jewels that will make the hair on your arms tingle.
Too many times Jimmy’s name will be followed by empty praises of “what could have been,” or “tremendous commercial potential.” Jimmy was rich with close friends and fellow Merseyside musicians who praised his abilities from the very beginning until the end. Jimmy’s songs could paint an often-melancholy picture, but Jimmy was never that man. Jimmy was a craftsman, and his acoustic guitar was his paintbrush and the vinyl his canvas. A true modern-day Michelangelo.
This new collection would make Jimmy break a smile because each artist has chosen a track composed by Jimmy that means so much to them and brings them joy. Each artist has put their heart into the music, and they had fun (remember when music was fun?). There is no doubt that some younger musicians will find this collection and become inspired by the songs with no idea who Jimmy Campbell is. I say “is,” as through the spirit of recorded music he still lives and can never really die. These powerful renditions will only inspire others to investigate the original recordings and be taken on a magical journey that starts in Kirkby and ends in Mersey.
What this lock downed world needs right now is the joy of music – so crank it up and convert your neighbor to the joyous music of Jimmy Campbell.
This album is dedicated to J.C.
-Mark A. Johnston