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The Width of a Circle
Disc 1
01. Amsterdam
02. God Knows I’m Good
03. Buzz the Fuzz
04. Karma Man
05. London Bye, Ta‐Ta
06. An Occasional Dream
07. The Width of a Circle
08. Janine
09. Wild Eyed Boy From Freecloud
10. Unwashed and Somewhat Slightly Dazed
11. Fill Your Heart
12. The Prettiest Star
13. Cygnet Committee
14. Memory of a Free Festival
Disc 2
01. When I Live My Dream
02. Columbine
03. Harlequin
04. Threepenny Pierrot
05. When I Live My Dream (reprise)
06. The Prettiest Star (alternate mix)
07. London Bye, Ta‐Ta
08. London Bye, Ta‐Ta (1970 stereo mix)
09. Memory of a Free Festival (single version, Part 1)
10. Memory of a Free Festival (single version, Part 2)
11. Holy Holy
12. Waiting for the Man
13. The Width of a Circle
14. Wild Eyed Boy From Freecloud
15. The Supermen
16. The Prettiest Star (2020 mix)
17. London Bye, Ta‐Ta (2020 mix)
18. Memory of a Free Festival (2020 mix)
19. All the Madmen (single edit – 2020 mix)
20. Holy Holy (2020 mix)
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who sings
Of the dreams that he brings
From the wide open sea
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who sleeps
While the river bank weeps
To the old willow tree

In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who dies
Full of beer, full of cries
In a drunken town fight
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who's born
On a hot muggy morn
By the dawn's early light

In the port of Amsterdam
Where the sailors all meet
There's a sailor who eats
Only fish heads and tails
And he'll show you his teeth
That have rotted too soon
That can haul up the sails
That can swallow the moon

And he yells to the cook
With his arms open wide
"Hey, bring me more fish
Throw it down by my side"
And he wants so to belch
But he's too full to try
So he stands up and laughs
And he zips up his fly

In the port of Amsterdam
You can see sailors dance
Paunches bursting their pants
Grinding women to porch
They've forgotten the tune
That their whiskey voice croaked
Splitting the night
With the roar of their jokes
And they turn and they dance
And they laugh and they lust
Till the rancid sound of the accordion bursts
And then out of the night
With their pride in their pants
And the sluts that they tow
Underneath the street lamps

In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who drinks
And he drinks and he drinks
And he drinks once again
He'll drink to the health
Of the whores of Amsterdam
Who've given their bodies
To a thousand other men
Yeah, they've bargained their virtue
Their goodness all gone
For a few dirty coins
Well he just can't go on
Throws his nose to the sky
And he aims it up above
And he pisses like I cry
On the unfaithful love

In the port of Amsterdam
In the port of Amsterdam