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The headlights swing across the
naked headth. Through the silent miles the empty spaces. With the drinking boys. The dancing wine. Somewhere outside the laughing glass burns in your eye. Elvis is still the king the long road home. The flushed caress the trmbling heart. She's in your arms electric chord's accordian bands |
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There's a watcher waiting on the
edge of the world with the thoughts that nver darken whn the lights go down. In the rhythm of living and the shifting tribe through the cities of destruction in these graceless times. In the smallness of one heartbeat power overthrow. In the oneness of the journey for a homing soul. With the spirits of the mighty here since day began. A shadow rushes through the grasslands to the dying sun. For the universe and the stars are around you now. But the healer in your heart is only a breath away. For there's silence and there's blindness in a raging world. But the healer in your heart is only a moment away |
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Chaneil an t-adhar os cionn
Lunnainn a nochd soileir no dorch. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. Gun sgial air coinneal mor latha no reultan na h-oidhche. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. An sea s'am baile gun chadal gun fhois is gun saorsa. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. Casan a' gluasad an abhainn an tuil. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. Na cuibhlichean's cabhaig a tionndaidh gun sgur. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. Cus ag adhradh beairteas air altair an tshaoghail. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. Cach gun dochas gun dachaidh air sraidean gun ghaol. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. Leis gach dath s'gach creideamh gach cainnt as gach cearn. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. Gach ceist is gach freagairt sios an abhainn gu cuan. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh |
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When you close your eyes there's
a frightened pride that lives for you. That your mothers life and your fathers eyes can't hide. You had no choice didn't ask the dice too fall for you. Still your courage comes like thunder through the skies. So you carry time down the tortured line where mysteries show. Well hidden from lifes learned and lifes wise. Mans useless ways and worthless conversation lie well exposed and humbled in your smile. Always the winner, the victor and the giver. Somewhere through that winter you'll never be alone. For evermore the winner. The taker and the giver. Somewhere through that winter you will not grow old. Still you run out in the morning with the boys and the girls. The miracle of innocence on a head of curls. We'll search every reason wherever we roam to find a place for these broken hearts and bones. We'll keep a fire on the hillsides after the summers gone and we'll wait here till the war-wounded come home |
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Day was young and desire was
stirred. Summer was all but gone. Light was fading from the side of your face. Sinking low in the corn. All that's constant and wise I still see in your eyes it was always this way from the start. Right here whre I stand on the last of the land. Bur you're still breaking the heart. Now all I have is rushing right through my hands. Sailing over the seas. Down that tide where fresh and salt combine. All victories are released. We who wrestle the years have traded our fears for a glimpse of ecstasy in the dark. Turning ice in the fire but still we're denied. But you're still breaking the heart. The skies turned red without failure. They held their promise and dread till the last. You put all of my youth in my future. You put the future back into my past. So shine a light and shine it brightly now. You know it all takes it's course. And all the many ways I've tried so hard to reach this potent source. On the day behind time across the divide. Along the cord came all light out of dark. Now I stand amaze in this beautiful pain. But you're still breaking the heart |
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Na cuibhlichean a' tionndadh. An
rathad deas agus tuath. Na cuibhlichean a gluasad mar tha' saoghal iad a tionndadh mun cuairt. Na cuibhlichean a tionndadh, gach duthaich muir agus tir. Tro ghleanntan tro' bhailtean a dh'ionnsaigh an aite agaibh fhein'. An cuibhle mor nach stad gu brath. Tionndadh oganaich gu aois. A' nochd tha'n rathad mor n'ar coinneamh. Gun am ann acg an drasda. 'S ioma la chaidh seachad. A ghaoth a sedeadth tro an uir. 'S ioma la bha 'ghrian ag eirigh oirnn. Seasamh anns an eorna nuair a bha sin og. Aghmhor. Aghmhor. A ruith tro na raointean 's iad a'fas. Abaich. Orach. Coimhead ri na speuran. 'S ioma la 'S ioma la. Feitheamh 'son a chuairt. Glaschu. Dun Eideann. Inbhirnis. Sruighlea. Steornabhagh. Obar Dheadhain. An Gearasdan. Dun Deagh. Lunnainn. A'Ghearmailt. Eirinn. Ameiriga. An cuibhle mor cuibhle mor |
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All the homes on the globe are
like the television in your eyes. A cross guarding your heart the living years a sacrifice. A shiver at the door in the night, clouds cross a black moonlight. Rushing on down to the sound of a turning world. There's a south by sou'westerly force eight coming in strong. Across the continental shelf from the cold grey Malin beyond. The need to keep control. The need to stand alone at the edge of the world. The adrenalin infrastructure bringing on it's troubles some more. All the laws of the jungle stranded on your latest shore. But the waves hold the healer force. The years disappear like a ghost. Somewhere out of the sight of the night and the light of day. Now civilisation groans and the news reel cries. Like a drowning man his life in front of his eyes. But the need to keep control. The need to bare the soul at the edge of the world. And the man from St. Kilda went over the cliff on a winters day. At the edge of the world. At the edge of the world |
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With the eyes of a child the
wonder of it all. I used to search the stars at night and I felt so safe and small. Sweet sounds from a Merseytown and my nursery God. I wanted to ride with Yuri Gagarin as he circled all around my world. Lying under the covers. Radio on. Settle down with Caroline as she sailed all summer long. Sweetheart of the Rodeo. Mining Hearts of Gold. I think it was somewhere post Rubber Soul. There was the first caress. There were the Labour years. There was the man that walked the moon something I never really believed. The Di Stefano twists the Charlton goals. Now I'm still here with the eyes of a child the wonder never grows old. Hearthammer. The wonder never grows old |
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When I'm away please take good
care of my heart. And when I'm gone say a prayer for love. 'Cause there's cities and clouds in my eyes. The empty streets and the raining nights. Wherever the highway unwinds I'll keep coming home. Love on a wire. Strangers walk out on the town. Long distance words. Outside leave the night to the young. Cause its touchdowns runways and roads. The bright lights the silver and gold. Wherever the moment goes cold I'll keep coming home. I'll keep coming home to you |
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Sunburst. The morning moar. The
light of God. The heart of youth. I look around me. My eyes find their rest on this garden the flower of the west. Sunrise. The colour frontier. The ageing light. The sight that knows no fear. I look over Orinsay to the Trumisgarry shore. To Aloter. And the road to Ahmore. The silent skies. An innocent heart Holding the moment away from time in the dark. All I see. All I know. Is touching the sacred earth warming the hallowed ground. I survive the childhood universe and I step the naked heath where the breathing of the vanished lies in acres round my feet past Loch Scadavagh Loch Fada and the flatlands to the east where the dark blue mass of Eval meets the rising Rock of Lee. Between the Crogary and Mairi I started to descend Loch Aongais on my left hand side I look across to Clett. Collies barking on the outrun Dunlin dancing on the sand. Breakers show round Corran Vallique and empty the Atlantic on the strand |
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