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Life In A Shed
02:58
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Long time ago I knew a man
He was a good man
Till he took my stuff from me
Put it in a shed
Threw away the key
And all my life was in that shed
Or so it seemed to be
Yes all my life was in that shed
Or so it seemed to me.
Long time ago I knew a cowboy
He was a good boy
Till he left his Mother's side
Turned his head away
Oh for the range to ride.
And all my life is on this trail
Or so it seems to be
Yes all my life is on this trail
Or so it seems to me.
Long time ago I had a dream
It was a strange dream
And then it turned to dust
As all dreams do
As all dreams must
And all my life is in my head
Or so it seems to be
Yes all my life is in my head
Or so it seems to me.
I'm just making the world go by
I'm just making the crow fly
I'm just making the moonshine
And I'm just making it up.
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2. |
Take Your Partners
03:16
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I don't bleed anymore
I just watch the dancers
Charming as they glide across the floor
I don't need anymore
I just take my chances
With a beer and a seat by the door.
And it's only a dance
only a ride
fly your own flag
wave your own colours
Howl at the moon
Worship the sun
Take your partners and dance.
I don't read anymore
I just skim the pages
Stopping only when I reach the stars
I don't heed anymore
The tears and the rages
There's more truth in the comic strip by far
I don't feed anymore
At the buffet of opinion
Nothing there to whet my appetite
I don't plead anymore
For justice and dominion
Overall it seldom turns out right.
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3. |
Bow St Belle
03:01
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She was five feet nothin'
And her hair was brown
She eyed me up
So I followed her down
The pits and the seams
Of this old town
My beautiful Bow St Belle
I was seventeen
She was twenty-two
She bought me a drink
That you couldn't see through
Ah, what's a young fellow supposed to do
With a beautiful Bow St Belle
Many's the tale that I could tell
You don't wanna tangle
With a Bow St Belle
I learned my lesson
And I learned it well
One night of heaven
For a life of hell
I rue the day when in love I fell
With a beautiful Bow St Belle.
Well we drank all night
And we danced 'till dawn
She took me home
With the rising sun
There oughta be a law
Against that much fun
My beautiful Bow St Belle.
The sun was high
As I awoke
My boots were gone
And my one good coat
My wallet too
But she left me a note
My beautiful Bow St Belle.
I saw her once
On the streets of shame
She almost looked
When I breathed her name
But I had no right
And I had no claim
On a beautiful Bow St Belle
Well, I dream of her
And she haunts me yet
I dream of her
And I'll not forget
I'll dream of her name
On my dying bed
My beautiful Bow St Belle
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4. |
The Wind & The Waves
04:11
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The Queen was in the counting house
Feeling kinda funny
The King was s'posed to be there,
But he'd left a note, said
Honey I'm going to the beach today,
To see what I can do about the waves.
Honey I'm going to the beach today,
To see what I can do about the tide,
And if I can't catch it,
Maybe I can watch it all roll by.
The Queen was in the gallery,
Her tears had all but dried,
She said it's time to
Take the picture down.
He cried I'll climb the mountain,
To see what I can do about the clouds.
He cried I'll climb that mountain,
To see what I can do about the sky.
And if I can't catch it,
Maybe I can watch it all roll by.
God bless my angel,
God bless my child,
I'm not as other men,
I have no time.
I must ride across the desert,
to see what I can do about the sun.
I must ride across the desert,
to see what I can do about the sand.
But I could not hold it,
Or even stop it slipping through my hands.
The King was in his chamber,
Feeling all alone .
The Queen was s'posed to be there,
But she'd left a note, it read
Only the wind and the waves,
Only the sky and the sea,
Can bring back my Darlin' to me.
Only the wind and the waves,
Only the sky and the sea,
Can bring back my Darlin' to me.
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5. |
Trouble Up In Heaven
02:41
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There's trouble up in heaven
There's trouble in the air
There's angels throwin' punches
And there's feathers everywhere
There's halos bent and broken
There's robes in disrepair
There's trouble up in heaven
And I wish I wasn't there.
Wish I wasn't there boys
Wish I wasn't there boys.
There's trouble up in heaven
And I wish I wasn't there.
There's trouble up in heaven
Them Angels fuss and fight
'Bout who has got the biggest God
Who's wrong and who is right
And it's which way to the glory
And which way to the light.
There's trouble up in heaven
Been going on all night.
There's trouble up in heaven
And I can't get a wink
This preachin' speachin' haunts my dreams
and I can't even think
And now they got artillery
They're throwing heavy books
There's trouble up in heaven
And it's later than it looks.
There's trouble up in heaven
But poppa don't give a damn
He's inclined to say it's been that way
Since when the world began.
Don't let it bring you down son
Don't let it spoil your day
There's trouble up in heaven
Ah, it's always been that way.
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6. |
Songs Of Love & Death
03:02
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If heaven's got the harp and flutes and piccolos,
And the Devil's got them drums and bass guitar
Up here ain't the place for me God only knows,
I'll see you later downstairs by the bar.
And maybe we can talk or just sit silently,
Confessin' on the wars we never won.
Words we never said
Songs we left for dead
But what the hey it's over when it's done.
All I ever write is songs of love and death.
Maybe they're the same thing.
Some breathe out and some breathe in.
All I ever write is songs of love and death.
And possibly I'm hooked,
But I can't die 'cos I'm booked,
Singing songs of love and of death.
I'd like to meet the man that made this old guitar.
I'd buy him beer and shake him by the hand.
He saved me from a life of toil and drudgery.
I was glad to join the legion of the damned.
So come you perpetrators of opinions
Let your pictures wash against the sky
Fade to black and then to grey and finally
See what's waiting in the by and by
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7. |
Newport, Rhode Island
02:34
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Here in Newport Rhode Island
I've been here before
I know this bar
I've slept on this floor
I know these steps
I've been shown this door
Here in Newport Rhode Island
Many a song has been sung
Arguments lost arguments won
So why am I here and my friends are all gone
Here in Newport Rhode Island
Near the church where Irene lies
See the gravestones side by side
Don't remember what happened that night
What to say
Who to tell
Where to go
Knowing nothing
Where to sleep
What to dream
Who to believe
Without suffering
What to wish
Who to hear
Where to wander
Or go nowhere
Who to trust
And what to leave
Where to search
When there's no answer.
Here in Newport Rhode Island
I know this street
Much wider then
Heading down to the sea
Heading down to the sea
Heading down to the sea
My Irene and me.
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8. |
Scientific State Of Mind
02:58
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He suffers from a scientific state of mind.
Can't help it, doesn't mean to be unkind.
But he's always needing proof,
So he never spots the truth
'Till one day she went and left him far behind.
He suffers from a scientific state of mind.
He suffers from a scientific kind of ache
And it haunts him when he sleeps and when he wakes
'Cos he wants the world to see,
Just how smart a boy can be,
As she looks him in the eye but still he's blind.
He suffers from a scientific state of mind.
So smart, he's so smart.
With his values, his opinions and his views.
So smart, he's so smart,
Yeah but, you don't know what you've lost, 'till you read it in the news.
He suffers from a scientific kind of mind.
And she told oh she told him so many times.
That no matter how he tries,
You can never analyze,
The moment when you see behind the starry skies.
He suffers from a scientific state of mind.
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9. |
Nearly A Mountain
04:30
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I live in the Malvern Hills It's very nice.
I've been to the top of the big one once or twice.
I see a seaside town without the sea.
And, the hills are three feet short of a mountain officially.
Nearly a mountain
But not quite.
Three feet short
Of being the right height.
Nearly a mountain
But who cares.
When you and I have been and gone
The hills will still be there.
I live in The Malvern Hills, I breathe the air.
Being constantly amazed, I stand and stare.
There, spread below for me all sky and earth.
I could not fathom what all this is worth.
A man stood on The Beacon with his boy.
From the west he spied Hay Bluff.
From the east, the Vale of Evesham
Though quite a view,
Wasn't quite enough.
I need to climb a proper mountain son.
Just once before I die.
And so, to Kathmandu, I will fly.
He fell ill inside the Death Zone,
Just three feet from the top.
Couldn't breathe,
The expedition couldn't stop.
They all did all they could they said,
But he isn't coming home.
And a child
Walks The Malvern Hills alone.
And it's cold,
And it's lonely,
And it's rough.
And for him; The Malvern Hills,
Are plenty high enough.
Nearly a mountain
But not quite.
Three feet short
Of being the right height.
Nearly a mountain
But who cares.
When you and I have been and gone
The hills will still be there.
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10. |
Going Home
03:15
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As I look into the summer sky
I see trees and clouds rolling by
And I wonder if from where they are
They can see me in my Daddy's car.
Going Home, going Home
There is nothing quite like going Home
Going Home, going Home
There is nothing quite like going Home.
What's The Moon made of? I'd like to know
When The Sun comes out where does it go?
I could almost touch that tiny star
Through the window of my Daddy's car
How long isit 'till we get there?
Does this road go on to everywher?
How long is long, how far is far
When you're safe and sound in Daddy's car?
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11. |
Slip Away
03:16
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Slip away, as I lay me down and curse
Slip away, Pray the Gods to do their worst
Slip away, If I panic and I wake
Don't you worry, don't you worry
It was only a mistake
Like I made, When I let you slip away.
I'm going where the sun don't shine
Behind the patent sky
I'm going to see a friend of mine
I need to say goobye.
Fare ye well, as I lay me down and rest
Fare ye well, pray the Gods to do their best
Slip away, If I panic and I wake
Don't you worry, don't you worry
It was only a mistake
Like I made, When I let you slip away.
It's cold at top of a mountain range
It's cold at the bottom of the sea
But that's nothing to the chill
In my heart and my soul
Since I let you slip away from me
Since I let you slip away from me.
I leave behind these borrowed bones
Likewise this suit of clothes
I leave behind the ones I've loved
And out of all of those
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There's a new moon pointing forward
To the bright star on my right
A warm breeze from the eastern shore
I think I'll be leaving tonight
The I's have all been dotted
The T's have all been crossed
The children are all safe in bed
Not one of them was lost
If I see you on the bridge
Don't look away don't look away
If I see you on the bridge
In ten thousand years time
If I ask you to forgive
Don't look away don't look away
If I ask you to forgive
For the poppies in the rain.
The posters have been posted
The feast has been prepared
The transport has all been arranged
And, no expense was spared
There's new strings on this old guitar
The fiddler's been repaired
The stage is set, the sound is good
No reason to be scared.
A hush descends a hush descends
And with no reason why
The Northern Lights are dancing
All across the southern sky
We thanks you for your kindness
There goes The Mission Bell
A fond embrace, A final bow
We bid you all farewell.
On and on, as we sail across the ocean don't look away
On and on, as we sail across the ocean don't look away
On and on, as we sail across the ocean don't look away
On and on, as we sail across the ocean don't look away
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Vo Fletcher England, UK
Guitarist/vocalist of no fixed waistline. When asked 'How many guitars does one bloke need?' Always replies 'Just one more.'.
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