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STONED.COLD.CRAZY.
04:00
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Please believe me my fellow liars
For I know not what you'll find
Though I've been there I stole the t-shirt
In XL, black. state of mind?
I'm Stoned. Cold. Crazy. now
Looking for redemption a place beyond desire
A cloud where even gods are forced to climb higher
When you're Stoned. Cold. Crazy. love your moon
When you're Stoned. Cold. Crazy. love your moon
Its second-hand sunlight might guide you home
I'm looking for pale shelter a place in common ground
A hole where even devils are feared to fall down
When you're Stoned. Cold. Crazy.. love your moon
When you're Stoned. Cold. Crazy. love your moon
Its second-hand sunlight might just guide you home
That second-hand sun might be your guiding one
Looking for redemption a place beyond desire
A cloud where even gods are forced to climb higher
When you're Stoned. Cold. Crazy. love your moon
When you're Stoned. Cold. Crazy. love your moon
Its second-hand sunlight might just guide you home
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LIFESIZE
04:00
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paint me a picture
a picture of love
where black lines a blue heart
and rouge for the blood
and make it life-size
abstract and confused
the colours that bleed from your eyes
is a song called the blues
and so stands a statue
a soldier unknown
whose pain lies forgotten
yet remembered in stone
and it stands life-size
abstract and confused
and the rain that will fall from its eyes
is a song called the blues
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OUTSIDE
02:28
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outside the tyres
cut the wet road
every quarter of an hour
the time I am told
the fire is dying
embers are grey
outside the world
is starting its day
changing the strings
to make old songs sound new
cleaning my windows
trying to change my view
the roaches come crawling
memories of love
outside the world
is slowly waking up
and i am alone
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SORRY MAN
05:08
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ruby goes to the heath
beneath her worn weathered shawl
ruby watches kites takes
delight at every child who calls
and the memories they bring
this paper and string on the wind
and she smiles
and puts this sorry man to shame
and i will never say
i'm lonely again
ruby digs through bags pulls out rags
that she pushes in a pram
ruby has a sign it's just one line
'spare me change if you can'
and the coin in her hand
means nothing to this wealthy man
but she smiles
and puts this sorry man to shame
and i will never say
'm lonely again
ruby lays her head
on a bed made from leaves
ruby tries to count
the countless stars
that are shining through the trees
and for each there's a wish
and happiness can be just this
for she smiles and
puts this sorry man to shame
yes she puts this sorry man to shame
and i will never say
i'm lonely again
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5. |
TYBURN TREE
05:18
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never to big
never to small
one size of rope
fits us all
its never to long
never to short
like cries of hope
by those caught
swing from my legs
loves neck it breaks
in the shadow
of the Tyburn Tree
dawn skies are grey
i turn again
to watch love sway
in the cold light of day
standing by an open grave
empty
safe
for fallen leaves
i wont shed any tears
for the love I bury today
has been dead
many years
swing from my legs
loves neck it breaks
in the shadow
of the Tyburn Tree
dawn skies are grey
i turn again
to watch love sway
in the cold light of day
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6. |
MY MADELEINE
04:41
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memory and fragrance
linger everywhere
kicking leaves from the pavements
autumn chills the air
and she's there my Madeleine
the wind in the wires
whisper her name
the Sunday spires
call me again
and she's comes
my Madeleine
shrouded and clouded in rain
Madeleine
once again the seasons turn
in memory lane the leaves are burning
spiraling through the mist
i find myself on a river plain
waving to the starcross train
savouring days like this
and i’m moving through
my Madeleine
the smile that knows
no purpose nor cost
the sign to a motorway
where a path was lost
are you calling me
my Madeleine
older and colder
Madeleine
my Madeleine
my Madeleine
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COLOURS IN A LOVERS EYES
03:16
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tulle she came
stepping shyly down from the train
beret and coat in hand
a freckled face from a sunny land
so pretty her dress
all flowers and summeryness
a rainbow in a pinstriped city
colourful and very pretty
and she said
ive been a good girl
for all of my life she said
ive been a good girl
but being good is stopping tonight
ill watch the sun come rising
putting colours in my lovers eyes
ill watch the sun come rising
and chase the moon from your skies
so together we drove
through a valley that was ladbroke grove
she told me all she had seen and done
about Spanish poets sangria and sun
and all of her words
they flew around me like tiny birds
she reached out and touched this man
in a way only love can
and i said
ive been a bad boy
for all of my life i said
ive been a bad boy
but being bad is stopping tonight
ill watch the sun come rising
putting colours in my lovers eyes
i'll watch the sun come rising
and chase the moon from your skies
we'll watch the sun come rising
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FAMILY TREE
06:36
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buried in the back of my mind
in shallow graves that's where you'll find
all the ghosts of wars long gone
now they're up in arms and they soldier on
and I've voted for change
and I've prayed for deliverance
but after all these years
i haven't found any difference
for just like me
yes just like me
you are the windfall
from a family tree
so i'm tracing roots of that lonely tree
exposed by time for the world to see
as they crawled over stony ground
in search of something that they never found
and i look at you my brothers
and you seem the same
skin tanned by age hearts
bruised with the pain
for just like me
yes just like me
you are the windfall
from a family tree
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WHEN THE NIGHT
04:10
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when the night comes in
do you start to daydream
of all the things you might have been
now just a daydream
of what you have seen and done
the battles both lost and won
you're thinking of everything
when the night
when the night
comes rolling in
and when the darkness falls
you try and recall
all those places and people
just try to recall
all those that you've left behind
and those you've yet to find
you're thinking of everyone
now your day has gone
and the night
comes rolling
rolling on
and now i have to say
i'm seeing through the masquerade
of all the dreams I've thrown away
and all the plans I've made today
when the night comes in
do you start to daydream
when the night comes
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NO MANDALAY
03:18
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Well I thought that I knew it all.
Wasn’t I the biggest fool?
Ignored the lessons taught.
Immune, well, so I thought.
I met you.
And I was caught.
No Mandalay.
So should I sing of love?
It’s no gift from the Gods above,
(More a fist in a velvet glove
Or a kiss that tastes of blood)
Is this what I've been dreaming of?
No Mandalay
No Mandalay
Oh! The world is a hungry place.
Devours the hours
And a pretty face.
And time?
Is a patient enemy.
Time.
Took you away from me.
Far from this subway.
To the sea.
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BEAUTIFUL POISON
03:56
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standing high on parliament hill
the city below lying dark and still
the fool on this hill
watches as the sun goes down
reaches for hope
just a reason to believe in
just a little hope
cos it seems to me
I think that I've found my
Beautiful Poison
hearing the sound
of your wonderful lies
I think that I've found my
Beautiful Poison
Beautiful Poison falling
from your eyes
tracing the line of the Thames
watching as it winds and bends
to the sea
the shadows grow long
I always knew this day would come
still reaching for hope
just a reason to believe in
just a little hope
cos it seems to me
I think that I've found my
Beautiful Poison
hearing the sound
of your wonderful lies
I think that I've found my
Beautiful Poison
Beautiful Poison falling
from your eyes
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WHEN WE WERE YOUNG
04:58
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across the sand towards the shade
i'm looking back at the tracks i've made
the same old smile on the same old face
this sea-side town the same old place
but will there be a trace
of when we were young
of when we were young
of when we were younger
than today
and across the maer onto the dunes
i listen to the skylarks tune
i watch the children as they play
and how they steal my thoughts away
i'm running through another day
f when we were young
of when we were young
of when we were younger
than today
but i i remember
the heather on the moors
and the running home
from top of the granite tors
down watery lane
i'm chasing shadows once again
of when we were young
but how the time will fly
just pass you by
how the time will fly
how the time will fly
take my hand
and we'll walk in the sun
we'll talk of the past
of all we have done
old stories are always the best
remember the good
forget the rest
and we can just reminisce
of when we were young
of when we were young
of when we were younger than today
yesterday
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14. |
RISE
05:06
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what do you say if we roll a J
and watch the last light bleed away
later on we'll light a fire
and watch those flames getting higher and higher
and tonight
we'll rise
far from this world
we'll rise
and let our flag unfurl
we'll rise just you and me
and in our way
for a while
we'll be free
and later on we'll take a stroll
i'll will show you a place that i sometimes go
it's magic there well the mushrooms are
you can roll in grass and touch the starlight
and tonight
we'll rise
far from this place
we'll rise
put a smile on our face
we'll rise
just you and me
and in our way
for a while
we'll be free
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SOUVENIR
03:40
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i used to write love songs but not anymore
the rhymes and the reasons paper on the floor
and all of those pages that i've tried to turn
cast shadows on my wall as they burn
so cold the flames of yesteryear
i used to take pictures and put them in a book
so if i got lonely i'd only need to take one look
but all of those memories they're fading away
as the colours of spring fade to grey
and my only souvenir
my lonely souvenir
is this song you will never hear
i used to write love songs a long time gone
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THE ARK
04:08
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well true love is a special thing
a rare bird always on the wing
the perfect crime the purest sin
and it's for such love that i sing
yes it's for such love that i sing
and the dove she's my favourite bird
so seldom seen and so rarely heard
but to the ark she bought everything
and it's for that bird that i sing
yes it's for that bird that i sing
tossing around like a ship in a storm
my dreams are tired and my sheets are torn
watching them come two by two
and wishing that i had someone to
i pray this rain will stop
and one day i'll find my mountain top
a new life well it shall begin
and it's for that day i sing
yes it's for that day i sing
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17. |
JACOB (Instrumental)
02:58
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18. |
SMALL BLUE WORLD
03:58
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staring through dust covered leaves
watching men cut down the tree
take a forest and raise a plain
move on camp do it all again
the natives say what kind of people are these
kill the very things that help us breath
you know its not those workers to blame
they dont take profit from all that pain
its a small blue world
an old skipper stands alone at the bow
an oil skinned figure wiping salt from his brow
for thirty-years hes been fishing these seas
now the only thing he catches is submarines
he says one day I'm going to have to stop
i'll beach this vessle we both will rot
it might be cheap to use the sea as a drain
but only if you're making profit from this pain
its a small blue world
and little creatures stare from a cage
numbered are their skins so numbered are their days
each little one in a torture room
just dying to try your new perfume
i've looked around but I haven't found yet
any rabbits wearing make-up or dogs smoking cigarettes
how come they're suffering again
I guess there's profit in all their pain
we watch our walls on a TV screen
the short civil dirty and clean
did you ever think one day you may be killed
by the very same weapons your country builds
who puts the guns in a mad mans hand
who spoils for oil and divides up the lands
whose building up their armies again
cos there's lots of profit in tomorrows pain
its a small blue world
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DARTMOOR STONE - AMBIENT MIX
I found my home a long-time searching hard
and Dartmoor stone it walls a sunny yard….
(poem)
…the smell of clover and meadow flowers
Warmed by the heat of the day.
Those end of river lazy days,
Toes in cool moorland water
Backs 'sunny side up' and sizzling.
Where laughter slips easily into the warm afternoon
Like a cool drink on a parched and waiting throat
You know Those laid back days
With the feel of Miles Davis blowing Some good, good notes
While you watch the sun dappled leaves and think of nothing at all
Nothing seems to matter and you really don’t care
And someone passes you a taste of Africa neatly rolled
Its memory pungent drifts with the conversation
That hums with the shimmering heat
And a woman’s laughter sprinkles itself delicately
Like a wind-chime over the happy gathering
Sure you remember those days
Full of loving and gentle games
Easy on the soul
Where the children
Nut brown bodied played naked and innocent
Splashing cold joy...
I found my home
Dartmoor Stone
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Pat Orchard England, UK
Newborn. Africa. Child. Rebelled.
Exmouth. School. Fool. Expelled.
Homeless.
Drifter. Dole. Broke.
Guitar. Busker. Dreamer. Hope.
Support. Headline. MTV.
Touted. Guest list. VIP.
No Deal - Big Deal. Life's a Song.
My Voice. My Choice. Moving On.
Goodbye Smoke. Westward Bound.
Devon. Heaven. Ancient Ground.
Builder. Home. Catherine. Wife.
Fern. Dylan. Father. Life
... more
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