Can't Get It out of My Head [John Paul White]
Various Artists · Other Songs - Various Artists
Midnight, on the water,
I saw the ocean's daughter,
Walking on the wave's chicane,
Staring as she called my name.
[Chorus:]
And I can't get it out of my head,
No, I can't get it out of my head.
Now my old world is gone for dead
'Cause I can't get it out of my head.
Breakdown, on the shoreline,
Can't move, it's an ebbtide,
Morning don't get here tonight,
Searching for her silver light.
[Chorus:]
And I can't get it out of my head,
No, I can't get it out of my head.
Now my old world is gone for dead
'Cause I can't get it out of my head.
Bank job, in the city,
Robin Hood and William Tell and
Ivanhoe and Lancelot,
They don't envy me,
Sitting 'til the sun goes down,
In dreams the world keeps going
round and round.
[Chorus:] [×2]
And I can't get it out of my head,
No, I can't get it out of my head.
Now my old world is gone for dead
'Cause I can't get it out of my head.
Can't Get It out of My Head [John Paul White]
John Paul White's rendition of 'Can't Get It out of My Head' stands as a definitive example of the traditional English folk revival. Recorded in the mid-1960s, the track captures the raw, acoustic energy characteristic of the era's folk music scene. White's performance is notable for its unadorned delivery, focusing on the song's rhythmic drive and the communal spirit often found in such recordings. As a staple of the folk repertoire, the piece has been widely covered and remains a significant reference point for artists exploring traditional English ballads and folk-rock fusion. Its enduring popularity highlights the song's ability to transcend specific musical trends, resonating with audiences across generations through its simple yet powerful composition.