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The Dead Of Winter
03:58
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I turn away from the warmth of the day
The sun that people crave leaves me cold
And the dark I seek, the shadows are so sweet
Where there's no-one I have to meet
I was born in the dead of Winter
Those that know say let it go, let it go.
This thing is mine, a flaw in my design
It's so hard to find where I fit in
And although i try, I just can't get it right
And I know why that is
I was born in the dead of Winter
And those that know say let it go
Ok, alright, I'm heading for the light
I'm putting up a fight for you
But we know, it's clear, this thing is always here
And always will be 'till the end
I was born in the dead of Winter
And those that know say let it go, let it go.
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Darwin's Tree
03:50
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Bury my bones beneath Darwin's Tree
It might mean something to you but it means nothing to me
Life is a picture, a postcard not a fixture
Not just a fixture on a Sunday morning
Close your book, let me breathe
Open your mind, set me free
Sing your songs they are beautiful
But don't misunderstand, they mean nothing to me.
Truth is a beacon, for anybody seeking
Answers and reasons not fables and lies
Mine is the glory of the everlasting story
If you want to reach me I'll be climbing Darwin's Tree.
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Bear Lake
04:42
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Prayers for a better life
and peace and love and hope and harmony
bounce back of satellites
burst into flame, break up on re-entry
So find Bear Lake
For your morning ache
Try Bear lake
For the morning's ache
Some friends are skeptical
They think I've stumbled down an easy road
But faith is a blindfold, concealing the true wonders of this world
So find Bear Lake
For your morning ache
Try Bear lake
For the morning's ache
Wake up to a sound of life that's better
Than you imagined it could be
Open your ears to hear, unlock your eyes to see
I've found a place where I can go
To hide whenever I feel low
Try Bear lake
For the morning's ache
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Pontcanna Stone
04:56
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Feel the cold choppy waters
Surround me as I rise
On this long naked morning
Oh the long naked morning
Go jogging for your aura
Keep it supple, keep it trim
But what's the point of the future
Feel the force of the end
I and Ipod by the river
Sing softly to the breeze
Pontcanna Stone cries the skyline
But the barmaid, when I smile, turns away
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Goldrush '49
06:31
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I was born in a lonesome town
Way up North on frozen ground
My daddy bounced me on his knee
Waitin' on the sun
Times was hard, times was mean
We got by sellin' beads
Days spent watching the river freeze
Dreaming of the sun
Then one day when I was grown
Seventeen with a heart of stone
I put on my boots and I left my home
Heading for the sun
I jumped on a wagon that was heading West
Dreaming of gold like all the rest
When we got there I's the only one left
Burnin' 'neath the sun.
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6. |
Orpheus Lament
03:24
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I know the tools are in here somewhere
but I can't get in, the keys seem to be missing
And my girls, my muses have forsaken me
I feel so lost and nothing I have taken seems to help
So I wait, wait for the door to open
and I spend my time with words, written and spoken
to my friends, who never stopped believing.
I will never forget that they gave me a reason to carry on.
When everything had gone
Orpheus Lament
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7. |
Running
05:27
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Waiting for the train to leave the station
Leaving everything I know behind
Even though I know there's nowhere else to go
Me in twenty nine and faded trainers
Forty seven pounds and an eighth of green
Shades are fastened on even though there is no sun
But heartache remains
No matter where you place your frame
Heartache remains
No matter where you take your rain
And there's one thing I'd like to have
A hope I keep under my hat
That one day, I can say
There's no running
Anymore
Finally I will see
I've stopped running
Sitting on a train that's going nowhere
Staring at the views that don't exist
Spending too much time wandering 'round my mind.
But heartache remains
No matter where you place your frame
Heartache remains
No matter where you take your rain
And there's one thing I'd like to have
A hope I keep under my hat
That one day, I can say
There's no running
Anymore
Finally I will see
I've stopped running
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Why you gotta bring me all this rain
And set it down at my door?
Can't you see the sunshine through the window
Make pretty patterns on the floor
And the dark shapes at your shoulder
Will win if you don't take them on
Things get harder as you get older
You just have to carry on
Times you seem so very far away
Times I can't reach you at all
If something's wrong then why can't you just say?
It's like talking to the wall
Maybe I should go?
Leave you to go under
But breaking up just ain't my style
And together we are better
Why you gotta bring me all this rain?
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9. |
The Golden Key
05:13
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Hand me my violin, I'll sing you a sad song
About the state I'm in
It's not going to take long
Sha la la la la la
I found the golden key early one morning
From that moment on my life was not the same
As if in a dream I got all that I wanted
As if in a dream I opened every door
Sha la la la la la
But I was a fool and I did not respect it
And now when I wake there's sadness and regret
Maybe it was too heavy for me to carry
maybe it was meant for someone else
Foolish man, what is your masterplan?
Have you got the tools, to make it work, your golden key?
I lost the golden key early one morning
I've searched and I've searched but it cannot be found.
Sha la la la la la
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Tired and broke and black and blue
Crowded by the things we have to do
And time is pressing down on me and you
I'm shaking like an Autumn leaf
Tossed about on an Autumn breeze
I'm buzzing like one hundred thousand bees
Tired, broke and black and black and blue
Dust is all we create here
My heart is set and my mind is clear
Don't be afraid I'll always be here
So pack your bags my pretty one
Soon the sun will rise and we'll be gone
Cos' we have been here too long
Tired, broke and black and black and blue
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Martin Carr Cardiff, UK
Martin Carr.
The Black Serpent Choir.
bravecaptain
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