1995
Heathcliff
(Cliff Richard album with guest appearance by Olivia)
- Misunderstood Man
- Sleep of the Good
- Gypsy bundle
- Had to Be (ONJ)
- When You Thought of Me
- Dream Tomorrow (ONJ)
- I do not Love You Isbella (ONJ)
- Choosing When It’s Too Late (ONJ)
- Marked With Death (ONJ)
- Be With Me Always
Released: 1995
Had to Be
(Tim Rice/John Farrar)
Had to be
No escape, no room for doubt
No way out
Seeing you, it was easy to decide
Cut and dried
Had to be
Now we know why we exist
Don’t resist, don’t even think at all
Simply fall
In love
This is what
Had to be
She was easy to seduce
Let her loose
In a world where the fake and shallow shine
She’ll be fine
Had to be
She’s a woman, nothing more
Falling for whatever comes along
She’s so wrong
A fool
To herself
Had to be
Don’t ever tell me
How to live my life, tell me who I should love
No don’t ever tell me
What to say or do in the life I will share with you
Had to be (no one can tell me)
For we get what we deserve (how I should live my life)
Lose your nerve (no one can tell me)
And the fates hustle in and take control (or take control)
Of your soul
Had to be
Of your fool
Had to be
But the spark of hope remains
And sustains the echo of a smile
For a while (no one can tell me)
We’re fools
To ourselves–have to be (no one has told me)
We’re fools (it had to be)
To ourselves
Had to be
Dream Tomorrow
(Tim Rice/John Farrar)
I shall think it a dream tomorrow
I won’t believe you returned
That once again I saw and touched you
And you’re so unconcerned, unconcerned
You must have known that your cruel silence
Would be so hard to bear
And yet you let me wait
You let me wait and wonder
Neither here nor there, here nor there
I came back with just one intention
For one last look, one last taste of you
Revenge on those who still despise me
And take my own life too
But there’s a long and twisted journey
Between this callous thought and deed
And you’re a sweeter way to give me
All the things I need
Two ambitions coinciding
Will only happen now and then
Never hope or dream tomorrow
Will hope or dream tomorrow
Never hope or dream tomorrow
Will hope or dream tomorrow
How I hope it’s no dream tomorrow
But I’m scared the light will fade
And today will be a vague recollection
Just a fool’s escapade, escapade
I never cared much about the future
Yesterday was always there
So when you give me hope, hope or a promise
It just isn’t fair, isn’t fair
And plan, any calculation
Any plot or device at all
Runs into another’s dream
Runs into a wall
No matter what premeditation
In our three score years and ten
There are only fractured moments
We’d want to live again
Two ambitions coinciding
Will only happen now and then
Never hope or dream tomorrow
Will restore your faith again
Never hope or dream tomorrow
Will hope or dream tomorrow
I Do Not Love You Isabella (Heathcliff’s Wedding Song)
(Tim Rice/John Farrar)
I do not love you Isabella
I never have I never will
I saunter through this ceremony
Confidence high, enthusiasm nil
My reasoning need not detain you
But woman it’s not all bad news
Very few find peace and succor
In the spouse or life that they choose
He will crush you
Has no pity
Wave on wave on wave of grief
I shall love him
Understand him
That he loves me in my belief
I do not need you Isabella
If I did we’d not be here
We’d be in some lovers’ haven
Our way ahead and dreams so clear
I welcome you into my family
Into its dark internal wars
Let me enter into battle
I have the will, I have the cause
Noone leaves him
But they’re damaged
And stripped of every vestige of good
Is he man or is he devil?
I see but dread the likelihood
I shall not stay poor Isabella
So never heed my marriage vow
Believe in time you won’t regret this
Though it may disturb you now
Abandon all attempts to love me
Don’t fool yourself that’s what you feel
When you at last decide to hate me
At least your emotion will be real
Wolfish, savage
Tuned to madness
Love is stifled, joy denied
I do hate him
I am wretched
A cold contaminated bride
Isabella! Isabella!
I do not love you Isabella
I never have I never will
I saunter through this ceremony
Confidence high, enthusiasm nil
My reasoning need not detain you
But woman it’s not all bad news
Very few find peace and succor
In the spouse or life that they choose
Isabella! Isabella!
Choosing (When It’s Too Late)
(Tim Rice/John Farrar)
I’ve tried to ignore
All the stench of your life
Only holding back
For my wife
Even she has seen
Your poisoned soul displayed
Seen each move you’ve made
Contaminate, degrade
Who’s this juvenile?
Who this infantile clown?
He’s not even worth
Knocking down
Stamp your tiny foot
My precious little lamb
Bleat ad nauseam
But I don’t give a damn
Where to go? Heart ever bounded
Coward? No–spirit confounded
Always hoping belief will bring release
God alone can give me peace
Watching me scream and hate
Only choosing when it’s too late
May this imbecile
Cause your heart to feel joy
You did after all
Choose the toy
Do you now suppose
I’ll leave with no reply?
Basic laws apply
An eye demands an eye
Where to go? Heart ever bounded
Coward? No–spirit confounded
Always hoping belief will bring release
God alone can give me peace
Watching me scream and hate
Only choosing when it’s too late
Marked with Death
(Tim Rice/John Farrar)
How can I bear this?
Show me
How can I survive
Trapped in the madness
With no hope of release? Oh
Do I just wait for
Your demons to arrive?
Blaming me for your death
While you rest in peace
You are marked with death
By your cruel lies
You deserve all this
You betrayed me
With your final breath
You will still despise
Every tear or kiss
You betrayed me
I shall not be tricked
Into pity for
You must know full well
That I love you
And you can’t inflict
Any pain that’s more
Than this living hell
But I love you
I see the eyes that deceived
Poor wasted hands growing cold
No lover’s comfort
No belief to hold
You have killed yourself
Yours the infernal
Original sin
Mine the misfortune
Of your heartless caprice– oh
Do I just wait for
Your devils to move in?
Blaming me for your death
While you rest in peace
I am marked for life
And the peace I crave
Is a fool’s conceit
I am branded
And you’ll twist the knife
From beyond the grave
And I fall, retreat
Empty handed
I shall not be tricked
Into pity for
You must know full well
That I love you
And you can’t inflict
Any pain that’s more
Than this living hell
But I love you
I see the eyes that betrayed
Poor wasted hands growing cold
No lover’s comfort
No belief to hold
You are marked with death
How can I convince you
That you broke you own heart?
How can I forgive you
For the murderous part
You played in destroying
Your love and your life
And mine…
I shall not be tricked
Into pity for
You must know full well
That I love you
And you can’t inflict
Any pain that’s more
Than this living hell
But I love you
I see the eyes that deceived
Poor wasted hands growing cold
No lover’s comfort
No belief to hold
I am marked for life