Episode 6 Dusty

APPLAUSE

# Nowhere to run to, baby

# Nowhere to hide

# Got nowhere to run to, baby

# Nowhere to hide

# It's not love that I'm running from

# It's just the heartbreak I know will come

# I know you're no good for me

# But you've become a part of me

# Everywhere I go your face I see

# Every step I take, You take with me yeah

# Nowhere to run to, baby

# Nowhere to hide

# Got nowhere to run to baby

# Nowhere to hide

# I know you're no good for me

# But free of you I'll never be

# Each night as I sleep

# Into my heart you creep

# I wake up feeling sorry I met you

# Hoping soon that I'll forget you

# When I look in the mirror to comb my hair

# I see your face just a-smiling there, yeah

# Nowhere to run to, baby

# Nowhere to hide

# Got nowhere to run to, baby

# Nowhere to hide

# I know you're no good for me

# But free of you I'll never be, yeah

# How can you hide a lover

# That shouldn't be

# My love is so deep, so deep

# Deep inside of me

# My love reaches so high

# I can't get over it

# It's so wide

# I can't get around it, no

# Nowhere to run to, baby

# Nowhere to hide

# Got nowhere to run to, baby

# Nowhere to hide

# I know you're no good for me

# But free of you I'll never be, yeah

# Nowhere to run to, baby

# Nowhere to hide

# Got nowhere to run to, baby

# Nowhere to hide, yeah. #

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

Thank you very much indeed. Thank you.

I'd like to do this song

which is mostly featured by Blossom Dearie.

And it's called You Ain't My Sweet Lover No More.

# You ain't my sweet lover no more

# You'd better never knock on my door

# No more, no more

# You'd better keep away from my door

# Now you ain't my sweet lover no more

# You ain't my sweet lover no more

# You'd better never knock on my door

# No more, no more

# You'd better keep away from my door

# Now you ain't my sweet lover no more

# You've been spending my cash

# You've been feeding me lies

# You've been talking such trash

# Don't you know I'm bound to get wise

# Now you ain't my sweet lover no more

# You'd better never hang around my door

# No more, no more

# I'm gonna have that gang around my door

# Now you ain't my sweet lover no more

# No more, no more

# I'm gonna have that gang around my door

# Now you ain't my sweet lover no more

# You've been spending my cash

# You've been telling me lies

# You've been talking such trash

# Don't you know I'm bound to get wise

# You ain't my sweet lover no more

# You'd better never knock on my door

# No more, no more

You're never gonna have me walking the floor

# Now you ain't my sweet lover no more

# You ain't my sweet lover no more

# You ain't my sweet lover

# No mo-o-o-re

# Yeah. #

APPLAUSE

People get the idea that all Irish songs

are either Paddy McGinty's Goat or Irish Eyes Are Smiling,

all those lovely sort of Hollywood Irish songs.

Actually, the most beautiful ones I've ever heard

were played by a very old gentleman somewhere in Donegal on one flute

and it was really nice. The song that impressed me

most of all was this one I'm going to attempt to sing for you now,

called My Lagan Love.

# Where Lagan stream sings lullaby

# There grows a young man there

# The twilight gleam is in his eye

# The light is on his hair

# And like a lovesick lennan-hee

# He has my heart in thrall

# Nor life I owe nor liberty

# His love is lord of all

# And often when the beetle's song

# Hath lulled the eve to sleep

# I steal unto his shielding lorn

# And through the dooring peep

# There on the cricket's singing stone

# He spears the burning fire

# And hums in sad sweet undertone

# The song of his desire. #

APPLAUSE

APPLAUSE DROWNS SPEECH

Thank you.

Oh!

Erm...

It's a funny feeling when you've been working with two other people,

as I did, with The Springfields, to suddenly leave and try

and do something on your own for a change and this is

exactly what's happened to my guest tonight.

And I'm sure this is practically, I would imagine,

his first appearance on TV on his own.

I think he's really marvellous.

We sometimes sort of pass in corridors of recording studios

and that's about as close as I get to him, which is a pity.

His name is Scott Walker.

APPLAUSE

# Mama, do you see what I see On your knees and pray for me

# Mathilde's comes back to me

# Charlie, don't want another beer

# Tonight I'm gonna drink my tears Mathilde's come back to me

# Go ask the maid if she heard what I said

# Tell her to change the sheets on the bed

# Mathilde's come back to me

# Fellas, don't leave me tonight

# Tonight I'm going back to fight

# Wretched Mathilde's in sight

# My heart, my heart, stop beating so

# Just make as if you didn't know Mathilde's come back to me

# My heart, I don't want you to say

# She's lovelier than when she went away

# Mathilde's come back to me

# My heart, stop being overjoyed

# Remember you were once destroyed

# By Mathilde, who's come back to me

# Fellas, please don't go away

# Tell me that I mustn't stay

# Mathilde's coming back today

# My hands, you'll start to shake again

# When you remember all the pain

# Mathilde's come back to me

# You'll want to beat her black and blue

# But don't you do it, I beg of you

# Mathilde's come back to me

# My hands, remember all the years

# Remember when you caught my tears

# Mathilde's come back to me

# My hands, you'll want to touch her now

# But please try and be strong somehow

# Mathilde's here, she's coming now, now

# Mama, can you hear me yell

# Your baby boy's gone back to hell

# Mathilde's come back to me

# Charlie, champagne right away

# I know you've been saving it for a holiday

# But Mathilde's come back to me

# Go ask the maid if she heard what I said

# Tell her to change the sheets on the bed

# Mathilde's come back to me

# My friends, don't count on me no more

# I've gone and crashed through heaven's door

# My sweet Mathilde's here

# Once more, once more. #

APPLAUSE

# Today is just another day

# Tomorrow is a guess

# But yesterday

# Oh, what I'd give for yesterday

# To relive

# One yesterday

# And its happiness

# When Joanna loved me

# Every town was Paris

# Every day was Sunday

# Every month was May

# When Joanna loved me

# Every sound was music

# Music made of laughter

# Laughter that was bright and gay

# Then Joanna left me

# And May became December

# Even in December

# I remember

# Her touch

# Her smile

# And for a little while

# She loves me

# And once again it's Paris

# Paris on a Sunday

# And the month is May. #

APPLAUSE

APPLAUSE DROWNS SPEECH

Marvellous.

# I like to feel fancy free

# I like to live young

# I like the old merry-go-round

# I like to play lover but don't like to get stung

# I like my two feet on the ground

# I may kiss a boy nightly and kiss him politely

# But will he get under my skin?

# Well, my friends, it all depends on the mood I'm in

# I like to hear opera

# Or I like to read Joyce

# I'm not the predictable kind

# Whatever the option is

# Whatever the choice

# I like to make up my own mind

# If the choice were to break up

# Or kiss and make up

# I'll try not to lead with my chin

# But, my friends, it all depends on the mood I'm in

# I may change

# Who can tell

# I may suffer the pangs of remorse

# I may change

# 'Neath the spell Of that old irresistible force

# But I'm going the route single

# Oh, don't look to find me

# Caught up in that marital spin

# Yet someday I may sight one

# Who looks like the right one

# And waltz down the aisle with chagrin

# You see, my friends, it all depends

# On the mo-o-od I'm in-n. #

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Thank you.

That was a song by Sammy Cahn and Jimmy Van Heusen,

somebody like that anyway. My own brother, Thomas,

hasn't been doing too badly at that particular line either.

He's written a lot of songs, as you may know for The Seekers,

one for Anita Harris, even one for me at one time.

Anyway, this song I'd like to sing you now

was, in fact, written when he was nine years old,

so it's a world premiere, folks.

I hope you like it. Here we go. I'd like to sing it for you now.

# Oh, it ain't all honey and it ain't all jam

# Walking round the houses with a three-wheel pram

# All on me lonesome, not a bite to eat

# Traipsing around on me poor old feet

# My old man, if I could find him

# An 'iding I would give

# Poor old me, I haven't got a key and I don't know where I live

# He might be in the Pig and Whistle

# Blimey, it's a crime

# Pints and pints go down his throat

# From now to closing time

# He might be in the Picture Palace

# With a lady friend

# I only 'opes as how remorse

# Will get him in the end

# Oh, it ain't all honey and it ain't all jam

# Walking round the houses with a three-wheel pram

# All on me lonesome, not a bite to eat

# Traipsing around on me poor old feet

# My old man, if I could find him An 'iding I would give

# Poor old me, I haven't got a key and I don't know where I live

# I'd better go check me mother down in Hackney

# Gawd, what a carve up! #

APPLAUSE

Thank you.

# When I said I needed you

# You said you would always stay

# It wasn't me who changed, but you

# And now you've gone away

# Don't you see that now you've gone

# And I'm left here on my own

# That I have to follow you

# And beg you to come home

# You don't have to say you love me

# Just be close at hand

# You don't have to stay forever

# I will understand

# Believe me, believe me

# I can't help but love you

# But believe me, I'll never tie you down

# Left alone with just a memory

# Life seems dead and so unreal

# All that's left is loneliness

# There's nothing left to feel

# You don't have to say you love me

# Just be close at hand

# You don't have to stay forever

# I will understand

# Believe me, believe me

# You don't have to say you love me

# Just be close at hand

# You don't have to stay forever

# I will understand

# Believe me, believe me

# Belie-e-ve me-e. #

# Belie-e-ve me-e. # CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Thank you. Well, that's sort of it, I suppose.

There's a lot of people I'd like to thank.

First of all, Scott Walker for coming along tonight

and I know you wish him all the luck in the world.

He's pretty marvellous.

APPLAUSE

To a million people, the gentlemen in the orchestra you never see,

who are very nice and very obedient to Mr Johnny Pearson, who is great.

To Maggie, to Madeleine and to Lesley, thank you.

Up there, thank you. And a special thank you for looking in. Bye.

I hope I see you soon. Bye.

APPLAUSE

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