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Emily
06:02
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Inking in the leaves at night, the pages that you sew,
To make a bandage for your soul.
And in your moments of escape, bursting all the doors
And dancing like a bomb abroad, you swing upon the hours
It’s well past midnight, you scarcely draw a breath
As if your life was shaven and fitted to a frame.
And everything that ticks has stopped, your head bent wide awake.
The candle freezes in photograph, chance and chaos leave,
But in the world beyond your space, the rush of words and forms
We don’t have the attention span for old wars anymore.
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Love and the Mardi Gras
04:53
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She was a stunning and a final girl,
That’s a line of Jerry’s and I stole it from him.
Retreat, retract and disappear,
I’m forlorn like the river here
All the days are under rain.
I loved all those crazy times, the festivals and cider lines,
All the magic of common things made beautiful, yeah.
He was a stunning and a final man,
That’s a side of Jerry that really wasn’t me,
Always on the good-bye, feigning smiles and being sly,
But he was just the king of nothing,
I remember all the stations, all at sea and waving,
When only half of you arrived
And now never mind, never mind, never mind.
Here’s too all those gigs and dance, broken tents and bright romance
Here’s to all those firelight sparks, reveries and hushed guitar,
Here’s to all those carnivals, you lose yourselves in Mardi Gras
I loved all those crazy times, the festivals and cider lines,
All the magic of common things made beautiful, yeah.
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Hell in a Handcart
05:56
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Well I’m charmed by the man, with the death threat in his hand
Because I said the wrong thing, who knows?
And I won’t stop complaining when the world isn’t right.
Everything is blood red when it should be full of light
No wonder we’re all bored, banging heads against the wall,
Anger sweeps us right and left, full the flood and hard the fall.
Tell the trolls and evil ones, this stuff comes to all our doors
None of us gets out ahead, no matter who starts the wars.
But I ain’t going to hell in your handcart baby.
No I ain’t going to hell in your handcart baby.
I ain’t going to hell (repeat)
These are the days of locusts my friend,
Stripping it all bare to the bitter end
You tired of being overconnected?
You tired of being misdirected?
You tired of being with conformist crowds?
You tired of standing where it’s way too loud?
These are the days of locusts my friend,
Stripping it all bare to the bitter end
I ain’t going to hell in your handcart baby
I ain’t going to hell in your handcart baby.
I ain’t going to hell in your handcart baby.
Not going …
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Albion
05:03
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Dark spot - grey dot- green plot - hope not
Free fly - blue sky - green space - hate not
Signal - it’s time - value - our pride
Bring me - clear faith - my bow - burning
Eden - their child - no race - pass by
This earth - given - again - chances.
Cross words - have thought - of they - of you
Value - this earth - this gift - green spot
Green plot - hope love - frozen - bleak air
Eyesight falling - like snow - rooted
Silence - form ghost - no doubt - a gift
Given - beauty - silence - snowfall
This is the story we tell ourselves,
Albion built on treasured land,
Golden sun and silver trees
Sleep on pavement, sleep on earth,
Diamond frost on emerald fields, Albion built on treasured land,
Sleep on pavement, sleep on earth,
Albion built on treasured land … (repeats)
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Oh my Days
03:06
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Well I’ve faced some madness in my time,
Seen everything past borderline,
Oh my days, oh my days.
All these feelings just freewheeling,
Think I’m gonna to chew the ceiling
Not in a good way.
On off days, on off days, on off days now.
Those hypocrites are lucky sods,
Conscience free divining rods,
In the drains, what a shame,
Oh my days, oh my days.
It looks like we got fat and lazy,
Now it’s all got batshit crazy,
Oh my days, oh my days ….
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Leadership
05:50
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Can you understand the lunatics? Journalists in leadership.
Leader column hatefest, land of hope and viper’s nest.
Mobile phone surveillance Stasi, it’s all got nasty.
Scrabble letter slogans, meaningless as ceasefire.
The only way not to lose is to sing the optimism blues.
We’ll build a wall against the fall, build against the rushing dark.
We’ll get the people better fed, give them hope to raise their heads.
We’ll make the world a better place, raise our hands and show our face.
The only way not to lose, is sing the optimism blues.
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Water Aid
06:08
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When the man of many millions
Says that water’s not a right
He’ll kick you in the dustbowl
And offer you your life.
For fifty billion bottles inside his pot of gold,
That’s called Water Aid.
Looks like a saturated solution,
Should be an evaporated conclusion.
That’s called Water Aid (repeat)
Hey Mr. Waterman,
You filled your cup with gold.
But there’s nothing but the hollow sound
Of promises you sold.
To the people on the pavement,
The rags upon the street
Scraps of gasping bodies lying drying in the heat.
Looks like a saturated solution,
Should be an evaporated conclusion.
That’s called Water Aid (repeat)
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Time of Year
06:41
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It’s that time of year again, I gather round my family and friends.
There’s a rumour going round here, that it all got fatal,
I know you hear the light through stained glass,
No-one on the outside ever knows.
We played through all the last few years,
At birthday parties, funerals and tears.
If we’d thought about it in advance,
We’d step around that dream and dance
Getting back together for one last rave,
Expectations roll towards us like a wave.
I hope we give them what they want.
Isn’t that what it’s all about?
I don’t want to live in a world of street faces.
With no kisses and no graces.
Getting back together is so right.
It’s the sound of light through stained glass.
It’s the sound of light through stained glass.
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The Pawn Hearts Cambridge, UK
The Pawn Hearts are:
Martin Wilde (vocals); Jonathan Burt and Inigo Leal (guitars); Andy Cross (bass); David Hicks (drums).
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