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Will you still be there
When I open my eyes?
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Angel
03:43
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Morwenstow
04:16
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All the holes in the sky - were letting in light
We thought we could see deep into the night
So, we scanned the sky, everything must be named
You never know if you’ll see it again
You never know
You never know…
We walked a crooked lane - under crooked trees
Turned away from the sea where the salt wind blows fierce
All the sailors have come ashore, silent, asleep
They found a haven here in a place they didn’t seek
You never know
You never know…
Who prays for your soul
Whoever you are
Wherever you’re from
Whatever you were
Whatever you’ve done
The tide that takes us from each other
The tide that takes us so far from home
All the holes in the sky were letting in light
And I hope and I pray deep into the night
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Cloudchaser
05:20
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When I’m tired
And I need a dream
Because the world will never be all you want it to be
My heart is only heavy cos
It’s full to the brim
With that old thing called love that you gave to me
Now I’m walking from Ware too late for the train
Yeah I’m walking from Ware in the pouring rain
But I’m never alone, it’s always the same
You still you come running when I call out your name
I tip my hat to you
Every time the sun shines through
I say
Pip is that you?
Running the sky to blue
Chasing the clouds from my view
You make me smile, that’s what you do rpt.
There was never a person you would ever forget
Cos down here by the river there’s no strangers
Only friends you haven’t met – yet!
You kept one eye on the future, so you never regret
And wherever you’ve run to now I know you’ll be coming back
I tip my hat to you
Every time the sun shines through
I say
Pip is that you?
Running the sky to blue
Chasing the clouds from my view
You make me smile, that’s what you do rpt.
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Hold tight here comes the news
He’s beyond you now, there’s nothing more to do
A long time since he lost all faith
Could never look life straight in the face
Oh baby, baby, baby why wouldn’t you cry?
When mother left with no goodbye
Oh baby, baby, baby why wouldn’t you cry?
All your life so much a child
No need to search, the waiting’s done
The story ended before it’s begun
A different number though the rooms all look the same
You check in here because you know what you’re getting
Oh baby, baby, baby I know you tried
Too far out to ever come back inside
Oh baby, baby, baby I know you tried
All you your life so much a child
Sweet dreams, lullabies
Promises and sleepy sighs
All were goodbyes
What use that carapace?
Just a shelter made from loneliness
Takes fair weather but then comes the foul
It comes on with such a deafening sound
Oh baby, baby, baby you wouldn’t hear the truth
Only you who could cut yourself loose
Baby, baby, baby you couldn’t hear the truth
For the rain falls harder on a steel roof
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Into this house
03:30
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I wander thro' each charter'd street,
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of every man,
In every Infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forg'd manacles I hear.
How the Chimney-sweeper's cry
Every blackning Church appalls;
And the hapless Soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls.
But most thro' midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlot's curse
Blasts the new-born Infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.
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Well I met a traveller from an antique land
On the road well-worn and dusty
He held in his hand a cup full of sand
Said ‘I’m looking for the trickle down’
‘For once, through this land a mighty river ran
This was a land of plenty
By such a plan that river’s been dammed
This land lies dry and empty’
So, will you come with me?
We’ll look for the sea
Cos, they say that it is rising
The word’s being going round
That the poor in wealth will drown
Just leave it to the trickle down
But how long do you wait?
For what will never be
Well we looked for the sea
But would you believe
The only thing we saw was austerity
Barely a drop and barely a leak
Drip all of a trickle down
And we couldn’t see a river, couldn’t see a brook
Couldn’t see a puddle and I took a second look
Nothing left to share cos it’s all been took
Drip all of a trickle down
Drip all of a trickle down
Can you believe
In what we truly really see?
And we saw
An ever-growing number of ever growing poor
A world that goes without cos a few keep taking more
A world that’s slowly dying brought down on its knees
Rotten to its heart from a capital disease
People on the move looking for a cure
To endless persecution, hunger and war
What is this wealth and what is it for?
If it does no good what good is it for?
Watching all the plastic as it washes on the shore
Choking on the air and the heat just getting more
Saw a forest burn, heard a child cry
On old white man with the same old lie
Can you believe
We can change what we see?
Now there’s never been a person on another don’t depend
Sister, brother, neighbour or friend
And we have to come together else we’re coming to the
End
How long can you wait?
Until it’s too damn late
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London
02:13
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11. |
Gaslight
03:54
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You'd keep me up all through the night
Telling me what’s wrong is now all right
You like to say it can’t be true
If it hasn’t happened to you
What is it that makes you so sure?
Fighting phony battles while watching the world at war
Now can you hear that hate filled call
Lord Haw-Haw’s back and he’s laughing at you
Another day of nothing much to do
Used to call out abuse now you scroll on through
It’s only names and sticks and stones
For someone else and not your own
Apathy is a luxury hard won
Off the back of someone else’s suffering
They fought their way out of factories
Bombsites, slums, tenements, it never came for free
Gaslight
What do you tell the kids, their inheritance spent?
Want them to move out, you can buy them a tent
You call us woke ‘cos you’re so morally dead
You’d need a compass to get out of bed
And your gaslight
Your only philosophy is to be free
And you do it by keeping your head empty
There’s no reason you should listen to me
But one day you’ll need the truth to be seen
And all you’ll get is that gaslight
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12. |
Flame to the ice
06:38
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The overhead spits and sparks
Fire into the dark
Another train pulls past
Thought I saw the morning star
I can’t be sure
Standing this far
Under the flightpath
The station hand, he says ‘mind your step’
Saw the forecast, he looks ahead
But nobody thought
It would turn out like this
Says I’m lucky I’m not going far
And I say - to get here
It’s taken all of my…
Life
Waiting for the morning light
Stealing a breath and
Holding a flame to the ice
See her face
How it lights up
Phone in hand and a paper cup
All those pictures and headlines
To have a faith you have to find it first
And soon the rush will catch us
Up in its crush
But if I could reach across the rails
And gather every light that falls and fails
In the iced over puddles
Sweep together the fallen leaves
Raise them up as wings
To the empty air a vision bring
Would the silence from the shadows speak
There’s nothing lost
There’s nothing found
All that was, is all as now
For if ever a man, he was wise
He was nothing more - than a dream child
Waiting..
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13. |
Ollier
04:02
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My dear Ollier here is something
You will like for lots of good old reasons
For those friends
That were they with us now
Would make a milder season of our age
How the world has changed
It’s hard to recognise
Faces they all seem
As strangers passing by
But when you close your weary eyes
On this little book of mine
There’s a light from mind to mind
A mark of love
That survives
My dear Ollier here is something
You will like for lots of good old reasons
For those friends
That were they with us now
Would make a milder season of our age
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14. |
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Jo Clack England, UK
The Amazing Jo Clack. Lived on boat, died in obscurity.
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