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Shabby Road - Acoustic
04:16
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I've been walking down your city streets
Talking to a man that I happened to meet
He took me aside.
He said "I've seen all the workings close
The foreign flags bring in cheaper coal
And whole communities die
You dig for a life-time and what do you get?
Death by armchair buried in debt
Wont you take a walk with me down Shabby Road
Where an Englishman's home is his castle in the air
Cos you cant find houses for everyone anywhere
But who really cares
A shanty town sign says no vacancies
The homeless hid away in their B&B's
Their children play on the stairs
And you work for a lifetime and what do you get?
No pretty pearls just beads of sweat
Wont you take a walk with me down Shabby Road
And everybody's talking about the state of the nation
The need for investment and education
It's time for a change
But everyday the divide it grows
I see the rich getting richer while the poor get videos
And the story's the same
And you vote for a lifetime and what do you get?
A different coloured lie from a new rosette
Wont you take a walk with me down Shabby Road
Let me take you down 'cos I'm going to Shabby Road
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Tough Luck - Acoustic
03:56
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When you're old and frail living all alone
In a high-rise slum that some they call your home
And your only contact with a city far below
Is a tiny tinny voice Capital Radio
And when you're out street walking
For those tricks in their cars
When a mountain of make-up doesn't hide all the scars
Of a life-time struggling to make your ends meet
Now you're just cattle girls
You're flesh and you're going cheap
These things are happening your time is up
There's no escape girls tough luck
And when your just sixteen you turn to sniffing glue
And you can hold down inflation stuck there in your queue
You've got no job you've got no self respect
You're just one in the millions well what do you expect
These things are happening your time is up
You're young I know it's just beginners luck tough luck
When you're one in a city you're just a face in the crowd
And you need to be heard but the city's too loud
So you steal some paint from a market stall
And you scrawl you're message high on a sub-way wall
It's going to be there after I've gone
It says it all the title to this song
Tough luck
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Night Train - Acoustic
08:05
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She said come and lie beside me in this shooting gallery
We'll take the main-line from this station, 'cos I can fix pain easily
She said I'll do no harm
She reached out and gently touched my arm
And she said ride
Come ride my
(she feels good she feels real good)
Well I felt my body weaken and my heart begin to race
I could feel her finger creeping but I couldn't she her face
I felt the steel wheels turn
The crossing-bell well it told me there's no return
As she said ride, come ride my night train
Here she come here she comes now...
So I close my eyes and I lie with her
The outside world moves fast and blurred
Honeymoon days here again
Honeymoon days divorce this pain
Once again I'll ride your night train
Then I woke up I'm alone in my bed
I hear the steam like a bad dream rack my head
I cant resist her no matter how I try
When she says ride so I'll ride
She says ride so I'll ride
I'll ride her night train
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4. |
Indian Giver - Acoustic
05:45
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When the wild young things when they get older
And their beauty fades like the tattoos on their shoulders
And the waiting dream it fades with age
And time clips their wings and forms a cage
And the youth that bloomed that promised to make them
Faded so soon see how it betrays them
Like an Indian Giver
While the shadows dancing to the same old tune
Driven by tides of a pale and hollow moon
And the painted faces stare from the walls
While the words of fools echo down these halls
And your idols of gold see how they've misled you Towers and temples always betray you
Like an Indian giver
How we move like a moth around a flame
Well how we move like a beast around its prey
How we move in small circles getting smaller every day We stand alone searching for a way
The tower of Babel taller by the hour
Such mad confusion a sign of power
While the poorer nations have a heart of stone
On those foundations the wealthy we have grown
And the men of science they say they will save us
But deep down inside you know they'll betray us
Like an Indian giver like an Indian giver.
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5. |
Sunday Parade - Acoustic
04:32
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With gold medals on chests
Their shoes shine Sunday best
And memories are the worn uniforms
On the Sunday Parade
And the Sally Army plays
On a cold esplanade
Both the old and the young have come
To the Sunday parade
Meet me by the waterside
And we'll turn back tides
And set our eyes on the Sunday parade
Meet me by the empty docks
We'll wind back those clocks
As we watch the Sunday parade
So stand tall for Henry born of the sea
Lest we forget the convoys corvette
Stand tall for Gerry and my fathers green beret
Lest we forget the convoys corvette
Meet me by the waterside
And we'll turn back tides
And set our eyes on the Sunday parade
Meet me by the empty docks
We'll wind back those clocks
As we watch the Sunday parade
Meet me by the rusting hulls
Where the screaming of gulls
Will remind us of those who were remained
Will remind us of those who were slain
As we watch the Sunday parade.
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6. |
Wild West End - Acoustic
02:50
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Talking to tail end Charlie
Who served in his countries defence
Now he lies alone and forgotten
Now that he's surplus to requirements
Just a mile from where he lays
I can hear a band as it starts to play
Well how come we remember the dead
Yet forget the living on Remembrance Day
And welcome to the wild west end
Welcome to the centre of democracy
Welcome to the west my friends
Welcome to the face of hypocrisy
In the wild west end
There goes simple simon
Walking by himself
Since they closed the asylums
He's had to fend for both of himself
Their policies defy description
The health service a contradiction
One day they say he's mad
The next they close the only home he had
So welcome to the wild west end..
In the wild west end
In the shadow of big Ben
Living in cardboard
A thousand homeless men
And just a stones throw from parliament
They're dying of cold
Right there on the pavement
In the wild west end
Judy goes to the circus
The animals come alive
She's learnt all kinds of new tricks
Well she's had to just to survive
She's got no job, no money, no home
So she'll sell the only thing she owns
Says goodbye to a teenage dream
'Cos she's living in a nightmare
And just fourteen
Welcome to the wild west end
Welcome to the centre of democracy
I said welcome to wild west my friends
Welcome to the face of hypocrisy
In the wild west end.
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I've been thinking a lot these days
About city life how to make it pay
Dreaming up crazy ideas
How to make enough to get out of here
And you. You've been doing your best
Working late nights at a check-out desk
To come home tired, wired, depressed
Flying your name from a Tesco dress
But baby don't cry
'Cos every time you do a part of me it dies
And I'm going to get you all you deserve
I'll make a little heaven
From a dirty, dirty ,dirty Poormans earth
Living cheap in a one room flat
When along came junior and that was that
The rules said 'no children or pets'
So they put us out on the front door step
And I remember walking down the street
Listening to the pram wheel squeak
I felt so empty yet full of hate
And queuing once more for a welfare state
But baby don't cry
'Os every time you do a part of me it dies
And I'm going to get you all you deserve
I'll make a little heaven
From a dirty, dirty, dirty Poormans earth
To safe some money for a rainy day
I've been sweating in the sun for a labourers pay
And you you're still doing your best
Even more hours at you're check-out desk
And one year later we were ten years older
A little bit tougher but much, much colder
Giving to little and taking to much
And even in bed we were out of touch
Me baby And baby don't cry
'Cos every time you do a part of me it dies
And I'm going to get you all you deserve
I'll make a little heaven from a dirty, dirty, dirty
Poormans earth
That's what I'll do, just for you
But I'm reading your letter by the evening light
The words they cut me like a paper-knife
You say that you've left to start a new life
And I miss my baby and I miss you my wife
But baby I wont cry
Cos the last part of me has finally died
And I can tell you for all that it's worth
You'll never make heaven
You'll never make heaven no
From a dirty dirty dirty Poormans earth
And I've been thinking a lot these days
About city life how to make it pay
Dreaming up crazy ideas
Maybe sell a few CD's
And get the hell out of here
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8. |
Sirens Call - Acoustic
09:31
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Red lights that I follow
White lights to the right
And the face in the mirror
Green by the dash board lights
But the heart is blue
And all my Gods forsaken
So to your mercy I will fall
And love
Let your Sirens call
So let the heavens open up
Shine down on me divine intervention
For all diversions I've called love
The sum total of my sad invention
For the road is black
And every sign mistaken
So to your mercy I will fall
And love let your sirens call
Let your sirens call
The skies they will brighten
With all the colours taking shape in the grey
As the road starts to tumble
Down down down to the windswept bay
I leave my clothes in the sand
For these clothes never made this man
And the sea is deep
It's mirror lies unbroken
So to your mercy I will fall
And love
Let your sirens call.
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9. |
Monopoly Town - Acoustic
05:00
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Are you happy think you're free
Do you know what you want to be
Or do you worry night and day
You'll choose the wrong way
Beware this city's like a snare
You'll gamble your lives without care
Monopoly town
Were going round and round
Monopoly town were going round and round
Moneys your prize
Just paper and dyes
Pieces of eight
For your bait
But the streets are not gold
They're only lonely and cold
Where young dreams
Soon grow old
Monopoly town were going round and round
Monopoly town were going round and round.
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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
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