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| 1. |
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You don't have to tell me what you're still looking for,
Two arms to hold you and a voice to say "That's alright, you can spend the night" Well, come around. 'Cos I've been there and these are the notes from the overground, The World Saxophone Quartet, the smell of violets And a passing friend won't let you down. Listen to the rhythm of the rain falling, Say you're gonna change your foolish ways. Make a promise, break a promise in the same day, It goes the same way, anyway. So you pray for silence and its sadness and its violence To be washed away, One day. I understand that state you've reached of being unreachable, Somewhere out there where only the music plays. Loneliness and being alone don't always mean the same, Who needs the movie? You can see the music anyway. A Sketch For Winter, a Burgundy and sanctuary can make me stay, When I feel that way. And if my words don't say the things that they were meant to say, And if confusion comes and carries all my words away, And if you still don't understand, I wanna hold your hand, And look at it this way... Someone singing's better than the war they're winning Winging its way, your way or my way, any day, anyway, Stray |
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| 2. |
| 3:36 |
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We were two in a million,
Stars like the ones in the sky, A love scene and a vision, We saw the world and we waved goodbye. Watched the fireworks falling, We kissed and innocence died. The sound of certainty calling, A world that wouldn't be satisfied. I said, You only get one hit, that's the beauty of it, What's the good in crying? It's always been that way, at the end of the day, You gotta keep on trying. Life's a one take movie and I don't care what it means, I'm saving up my tears for the crying scene. Tears fall and they haunt me, The sad words of a song, It's like necessity wants me, Sometimes I long just to belong. I dream of demons and money, I see the straights in the rain, I gotta keep on movin', Before they drag me down again... You only get one hit, that's the beauty of it, What's the good in crying? It's always been that way, at the end of the day, You gotta keep on trying. I said, life's a one take movie and I don't care what it means, I'm saving up my tears for the crying scene. I said, You only get one hit, that's the beauty of it, What's the good in crying? It's always been that way, at the end of the day, You gotta keep on trying. Life's a one take movie and I don't care what it means, I'm saving up my tears for the crying scene. The crying scene The crying scene |
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| 3. |
| 3:42 |
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Words and music by roddy frame
The sun dying on a dusty room, Tv lying to me through the gloom, Even remote control can't change this mood, Get outta london while the getting's good, Get outta london while I know I could, Get outta london. Train's come just ride and believe, The engine running's all the music I need, I've got a fear of the past and a hunger to feed, Get outta london and you shall be free, Get outta london and it's guaranteed, Get outta london. I walked the avenue of dumb signs, Meant nothing and it felt fine, Then I remembered what was really mine, A silver shiver running down my spine. Down where the streets are pave with sick schemes, The river's running like a snake through a dream, The politicians gaze across it's slime, I need another way to waste my time, Get outta london, get outta london. I saw the spectre of charity, And he didn't seem brotherly, Popping up what should be blown away. A brotherhood of man in disarray, I got hit by the dreamers disease, Where your big ideas, Don't make connection with your buckling knees, And saw the greed and agreed that it sucked, But they said, "don't laugh at money cos it's bad luck" Get outta london, get outta london. |
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| 4. |
| 5:54 |
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Words and music by roddy frame
Over my head, over my head And I can't break free from these chains Over my head go the things that we said And I long to be above pain When your heart is broken Mine's in two And I'm over my head in blue Over the love of you. |
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| 5. |
| 4:03 |
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Jock's got a vote in Parochia
10 long years and he's still got her Paying tax and and doing stir Worry about it later And the wind blows hot and the wind blows cold But it blows us good so we've been told Music's food 'til the art-biz folds Let them all eat culture The past is steeped in shame But tomorrow's fair game For a life that's fit for living Good morning, Britain 20 years and a loaded gun Funerals, fear and the war ain't won Paddy's still a figure of fun It lightens up the danger Corporal sneers at a Catholic boy And he eyes his gun like a rich man's toy He's killing more than Celtic joy Death is not a stranger Taffy's time's gonna come one day It's a loud sweet voice and it won't give way A house is not a holiday Your sons are leaving home, Neil In the hills and the valleys and far away You can hear the song of democracy The echo of eternity With a Rak-a-Rak-a feel The past is steeped in shame But tomorrow's fair game For a life that's fit for living Good morning, Britain From the Tyne to where to the Thames does flow My English brothers and sisters know It's not a case of where you go It's race and creed and color From the police cell to the deep dark grave On the underground's just a stop away Don't be too black, don't be too gay Just get a little duller But in this green and pleasant land Where I make my home I make my stand Make it cool just to be a man A uniform's a traitor Love is international And if you stand or if you fall Just let them know you gave your all Worry about it later The past is steeped in shame But tomorrow's fair game For a life that's fit for living Good morning, Britain The past is steeped in shame But tomorrow's fair game For a life that's fit for living Good morning, Britain |
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| 6. |
| 4:00 |
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Words and music by roddy frame
Well you can get grades, toe the line, Keep your behind above the water in the meantime, Join the corporate pyramid, I couldn't blame you if you did, Until you sell out your brother while your sister falls, Playin' daddy, doing the company crawl, You don't deserve your daughter's kiss, I know it's sad, That's how it is. Well, uptown there's been more than an oilspill, Another woman beaten, raped, blood spilled, male hate, The paper's couldn't wait, racism, sell this. Well there's excusin' in what I'm saying, It's just that there's a million colours praying, For real justice. That's how it really is. You just get born, keep on keepin' on, Defend yourself against the worries, Try and have fun. Party on until your number's picked, But beware cos the fight is fixed, It was them but it could be you next, Paranoia saves lives, So if you wanna exist, Get your head round this... That's how it is. |
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| 7. |
| 5:33 |
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Words and music by roddy frame
I look around me and what do I see? Sadness surrounds me, alone as can be With too much time and too much distance. These chains that bind me They won't set me free, I look behind me and coming for me Is my best friend, she's my resistance. Chorus: So if you find yourself alone and so unkind, And if you've asked yourself, over and over, And even if your heartbeats hurt like goodbyes, Try, try, try Open your mind, spend some time, With the gentle kind I was torn between the darkness and the light, Lost to all belief that it could turn out right. But my quiet friend turned me round, Made me see again. Took my hand, said nothing much, No lesson learned, just a gentle touch And I am coming round, I am coming round again. Chorus Cos' in a hard world, with fastness and an eye on the money, I heard a soft voice, saying "never worry, hold on honey" When my world was gone, a whisper kind of eased my mind. And I am holdin' on, To the gentle kind. |
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| 8. |
| 6:42 |
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Words and music by roddy frame
All the madness in the mirror, The tremblin' and the tears. It takes a long time comin' out, It's comin' out of here. I've been wandering your london town, And it's wearin' out my shoes. It's a long road comin' down, Comin' down with the blues. But when you hold me and really make love to me, I know that love is true forgiveness. Time on my mind is time spent with you, But it's time that I can't find, With the notting hill blues. Lovers pass me on the gate, Like distant cousings, removed, Holding hands, it seems like an act of fate, And I'm almost moved. But love has left me standing still, With no directions and no clues, No speech to let my feelings loose. A celebration of the blues. But when you hold me and really make love to me, I know that love is true forgiveness. Out on the road I was down with the crew, Now I'm all alone, on the run, With the notting hill blues. And it's a lonely, lonely time, Sadness preys upon my mind, A telephone and a bottle of booze, But who do you call? when your tongue tied, Up all night. |
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| 9. |
| 2:28 |
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Words and music by roddy frame
Awake, In winter's crystal hours, And give to what gets you in the end, For the sake of a love that just devours, And smiles and takes, And lays you down again. Run free The moon is always female, Straight to what's still and will not bend, Don't wait for the sunshine to surround you, Consume and fake, And let you down again. Cos' life is short, And you better get smart, To the people who know nothing, And surround you. Stand straight, In what kills you and confounds you, And break it's chains, And still believe. |
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