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Stranger's Lament
05:30
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If I had a match, this place would burn
a trail of fire would guide my return
back to the land I had to leave
that’s caused my old, poor heart to grieve
So then I turn and face the wall
and try to dream my way from it all
I close my eyes and hope I see
the pretty girls who wait for me
The morning sun scatters light all around
illuminating the dust for miles around
But though it’s bright, I know I cannot see
for today, I know no light shall shine on me..
If I had a match…
I am a stranger, in a foreign land
whose ways and means I know I can’t understand
and if I’ve sinned, oh Father I repent;
all I have left to my name is my lament
If I had a match…
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La Fée Verte
02:29
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Come join me on the table,
the air is delightful up here
Take my lead, we’ll dance the tightrope
‘tween the bodies and the bottles of beer
Leave your mind at the door,
don’t be afraid to let go
You can play the part of Verlaine
I sure feel like Rimbaud
La Fée Verte stands before you, a bottle in her hands
One little drop of that poison and you’ll dream of foreign lands...
In this, the emerald hour,
isn’t it a thrill?
I need this little drop of the green
Just like a writer needs his quill
La Fée Verte stands before you, a bottle in her hands
One little drop of that poison and you’ll dream of foreign lands
Come join me on the table…
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3. |
Hanging Me at Dawn
02:40
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Oh kind maid, I know it has been a while
since your eyes and lips last met with mine
But I’m writing to tell you my time it ain’t long
The law of the land has deemed me to have done wrong
Rather than behind bars I’ll be hanging from a noose
So my old companion is on his way to cut me loose
But if he and his mule, they don’t arrive on time
this may be the last you hear from this heart of mine
Oh kind maid, I don’t wish to make you weep
But I may not be of this Earth once you rise from your sleep
Oh Rosalita, what will become of me?
They’re hanging me at dawn and it’s for the love of thee
If there is no note tied up to your gate
By the time the cock crows, well it’ll be too late
I’ll be swinging from a tree, I’ll be hanging from a branch
My resting place will be the old feudal ranch
If that be the case then please go back to the farm
Set the cattle free, set fire to the barn
Take all my belongings and throw them in the lake
So when they arrive, there’s nothing left to take
Oh kind maid, I don’t wish to make you weep
But I may not be of this Earth once you rise from your sleep
Oh Rosalita, what will become of me?
They’re hanging me at dawn and it’s for the love of thee
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Fault Line
03:19
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Well I’ve been living on the fault line for such a long time
But now the Earth has started to split, I think I’d better quit
and get away from here… away, away…
Well I’ve been working down the old mine to feed this house of mine
But now the gas has started to leak and things are looking bleak
let’s get away from here… away, away…
DOWN! Is this a race to the bottom?
DOWN! Via the bottom of a bottle?
DOWN! I’m gonna get my way out of here
DOWN!
Well I can see you from the other side, trying to avoid the rising tide
You ask me what my point of view, I say “I can see you’re drowning too”
Let’s get away from here… away…
Well I’ve been working down the old mine to feed this house of mine
But now the gas has started to leak and things are looking bleak
let’s get away from here… away, away…
DOWN! Is this a race to the bottom?
DOWN! Via the bottom of a bottle?
DOWN! I’m gonna get my way out of here
DOWN!
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Wild Atlantic Way
04:38
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Weather-worn; a long time on the road can take its toll
So I go on my way
I’m searching for one last thrill to end all other thrills
‘cause right now I’m feeling two steps from the grave
Your feathers are torn; a long time on the road, you’ve paid your toll
So I know all the words
You’re searching for – a lifetime ain’t enough to tell this tale
But I know it’s gonna be alright…
When I see mischief’s twinkle flitter in your eye
Just like the stars above us
on the last time that we went down the Atlantic Way
Diddley-aye-ey
The Wild Atlantic Way
Your feathers are torn…
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Silk Road
05:01
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Chasing down the fugitive tide
Our stories long; our futures untold
Safe in the warmth of the light that guides us
like the moonlight on the Silk Road
Facing down the day’s divide
In search of the secrets twilight holds
Safe in the warmth of the light that guides us
like the moonlight on the Silk Road
Stay with me, one more season
Follow me into the spring
Stay with me, for the love she brings
Follow me, and the love she brings
Oh, here she comes…
Oh, here she comes!
Chasing down the fugitive tide…
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7. |
Forest Floor
03:54
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Foraging the forest floor to find a shelter for
the storm that’s on its way
In line with a prophecy an old man said to me
Lord, I know he knows
I know he knows...
Climbing up the cliff face, while at a glacial pace
the town I left behind
Burns in an orange glow from all the fires below
Good times, they come and go
Oh Lord, they go...
Is there such a thing as fine beneath the bread line?
The city’s sinking fast, but I know that hope dies last
So I’ll try to survive
on the line between the smug and damned again
Foraging the forest floor…
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8. |
Northern Rose
04:09
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Many moons ago, when the hills were topped with snow
I gave my heart to a Northern Rose
She knew very well I would fall under her spell
When she opened this mind that long was closed
So I went under it without a fight
When it came crashing down like the night
I was hypnotised, my mind was paralysed
I could feel my cold self begin to thaw
She became my guide, like the moon that leads the tide
when she showed me the stars and nature’s law
To her, it seems though, I was just a pawn
as soon I felt the scorn of her thorn
She left without a trace, for reasons I can’t place
Where she lies now, no-one knows
When I awoke alone, my heart turned back to stone
but it lay in the hands of a Northern Rose…
I searched high and low but everywhere I’d go
it seemed I’d be falling through a trap door
I heard from word of mouth she’s a Rose now of the South
but nobody ever seemed to be sure
So now I’m living life as in a dream
No sounds leaves my mouth when I scream
I can walk out to the moors or track the beaten shores
If I call her name, it’s to no reply
And try as I may, much to my dismay,
I can never quite shake the tears from my eyes
I’m still waiting here in vain
to catch a glimpse of that flame
‘cause many moons ago, when the hills were topped with snow
I gave my heart to a Northern Rose…
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The Moon
03:33
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In the heart of the town that cries for the sea
Where the bitter sting in the scent of the lemon trees
Hides among the whispers of the orange grove
I hear the tempest’s charge and the thunder of hoofs
rattle through the hollowed streets whilst high above the roofs
the fractured clouds disappear to show…
They show what I know…
The moon, the moon, the moon
Has a halo and my love has died
and if the same fate falls on me
leave the veranda open wide!
The bloodstains of the land tell the same story;
that in death there can never be glory
and the bullet holes in the church walls show
So here I stand, my arms open wide
Where the wailings of this life and the next collide
the fractured clouds disappear to show…
They show what I know…
The moon, the moon, the moon
Has a halo and my love has died
and if the same fate falls on me
leave the veranda open wide!
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10. |
Same Star
04:52
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Beam us back an image of where you are
Can you tell how near, or how far, we are from the start?
How does it look for us from there
Or once you’re there do you find you no longer care anymore?
When you see you’re clinging to a stone in space
Don’t you think time’s an awful thing to waste – as if it’s ours to waste!
So beam us back an image of where you are
Can you tell how near, or how far, we are from the start?
And see how we all chase the same star
See how we all run from the same star
Sunlight
Starlight
And see how we all chase the same star
See how we all run from the same star
And now, see how it goes; time’s arrow only goes in one way
And now, see how it flows; time’s arrow only goes from the cradle to the grave
And now, see how it’s you – you and only you – time flows through
Beam us back an image of where you are
Beam us back an image of where you are
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