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What a Day
04:00
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I woke up in the evening with the sun in my eyes,
Grabbed the bottle from the counter and stepped outside,
Was confronted by a lady who told me to run or to pray,
I kindly refused both, so she led me astray,
Oh, what a day,
Oh, what a day.
The drunken’ sailor said to me, ‘hey fella, I’m your man,’
Now stick up your handgun and hold out your hand,
Stuck a thought in my brain and his fist on my cheek,
Shouting ‘we’ve all had lovers; my future’s looking bleak’,
Oh, what a week,
Oh, what a week.
The days turned into weeks and the weeks into hours,
Living under a pier with the sea for a shower,
You’re broke you ain’t got no choice to live rough,
But I ain’t yet broke which makes it twice as tough,
Oh, what a month,
Oh, what a month.
Went inland to prosper and I prospered in vein,
Found a needle for my arm but a spike for my brain,
Miss the sound of an alarm clock, how I long to hear,
That incessant drone of normality ringing so clear,
Oh, what a year,
Oh, what a year.
Not much happened since the day I was born,
A single light of consciousness alone and forlorn,
My breaths are getting shallow, I think it is time,
To let go of nothing and slip into the night.
Oh, what a life,
Oh, what a life.
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2. |
Two Coins
03:05
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These creaking floorboards,
These cemetery toes,
Upon which I delicately place,
My feet that whisper,
Around your soft glow,
You’re a sunk rainbow.
Hey, hey dreamer,
Dream the eternal dream,
Hey, hey lover,
Love the never-leave,
You were born in Kansas,
Now you’re born in make-believe.
These black clothes,
These respectful eyes,
Upon which I delicately place,
Respectful eyes,
Around your sullen shape,
Now you’ve escaped.
Hey, hey sleeper,
Sleep the eternal sleep,
No love can befall you,
But we love your memory,
You died in the city,
Now you live in make-believe.
Hey, hey dreamer,
Dream the eternal dream,
Hey, hey lover,
Love the never-leave,
You were born in Kansas,
Now you’re born in make-believe.
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3. |
For Widow
04:51
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You’re the widow in my window,
The lost key to my pied-a-terre,
Your silhouette's been woven,
To my ever absent stare,
I’m scared.
My decades are transparent,
My fate begins to laugh,
She’s the enemy of my youth now,
She’s the faculty, you’re the staff,
I’m in half.
And though you were my very best friend,
I guess I’ll never see you again,
My time is spent and everything must end.
You kissed me in the morning,
Then went to catch a plane,
Nothing here is broken,
Whisper my nickname,
I’m on display.
And though you were my very best friend,
I guess I’ll never see you again,
My time is spent and everything must end.
Now you’re pacing at my window,
Go out of our front door,
The air in there is frozen,
And I’m alone once more,
Lost my mentor.
And though you were my very best friend,
I guess I’ll never see you again,
My time is spent and everything must end.
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4. |
Hand Me My Sickle
03:56
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Hand me my sickle,
Too long I’m a knave,
My fingers are growing weary,
Of the purses I’ve mislaid.
It’s been a long, lonely winter,
With the field, white with snow.
Hand me my sickle,
Take me to the nave,
Said I’d repent when I was broken,
But I’ve been led astray.
It’s been a long, lonely winter,
With the fire, burning low.
Hand me my sickle,
The catacombs are lost,
This spell is undying,
I was born on the cross.
It’s been a long, lonely winter,
With the water, running slow.
So hand me my sickle,
Too long I’m a knave,
My conscience is growing weary,
Of the persons I’ve betrayed.
It’s been a long, lonely winter,
With the field, white with snow.
It’s been a long, lonely winter,
With the field, white with snow.
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5. |
Turek
03:25
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The world and her friends,
They break my back, I can’t pretend,
So I sit on the stairs,
Shower clothed, alone break bread.
Yours is a road of entropy,
Lead me home, carefully.
Crave the path of least decay,
In the morning, won’t you stay?
Can’t find another faze,
Seldom found, no embrace,
So I wait on your steps,
But you’re out, and I’m a mess.
Yours is a road of entropy,
Lead me home, carefully.
Crave the path of least decay,
In the morning, won’t you stay?
Yours is a road of entropy,
Lead me home, carefully.
Crave the path of least decay,
In the morning, won’t you stay?
Yours is a road of entropy,
Lead me home, carefully.
Crave the path of least decay,
In the morning, won’t you stay?
In the morning, won’t you stay?
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6. |
Crossbow
02:49
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Too tight to borrow, never claim what I’m owed,
Cast no shadow, knows no afterglow.
But I know I’m just a passenger.
But every day, every day,
From ourselves, we feel betrayed,
We keep our heads down on the train,
Everyday.
Futile in my disgrace, waiting to be erased,
Craving conjunction, missing malfunction,
But I learn I’m just a passenger.
But every day, every day,
From ourselves, we feel betrayed,
We keep our heads down on the train,
As we hope that in the distance,
Someone somewhere listens,
Knows of our existence,
As more sand slips away,
And the future comes to play,
Everyday.
Too tight to borrow, never claim what I’m owed,
Cast no shadow, knows no afterglow.
But I know I’m just a passenger.`
But every time, every time,
The dreams we once desired,
By time are soon expired,
As we wait for tomorrow,
Carefully caressing a crossbow,
Slyly savoring our sorrow,
As more sand slips away,
And the future comes to play.
Every day, every day,
From ourselves, we feel betrayed,
Keeping our heads down on the train,
As we hope that in the distance,
Someone somewhere listens,
Knows of our existence,
As more sand slips away,
And the future comes to play,
Everyday.
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7. |
The Lonely Satellite
03:13
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Been a long time since I’ve been defined by the words I cannot say,
Hedge my bets with the bookends of the knowledge that never stayed,
So don’t talk to me about your dreams, I’ve been walking the same streets,
I’ve bowed my head to the jester and the joker and the thief.
It’s all I say we need,
It’s all you say we need,
The great divide that sits between my nighttime and my day,
Has been blurred once again, reason has gone astray,
This time around I’m going to pass because you ask me through your teeth,
I’ve stood my ground to the priest, the cardinal, and the chief.
It’s all I say we need,
It’s all you say we need,
I’ve known jesters and jokers and thieves,
I’ve known priests and cardinals and chiefs.
Do you see me? Do demagogues believe?
I concede that I foresee a future on the street,
All the attention and begging the question, all for your guarantee,
For a lost and found, the hunters knife, and the lonely satellite,
The curveball kisses the makeshift misses and the absentee survives.
It’s all I say we need,
It’s all you say we need,
But I’m free, free of envy,
And when I leave, I’ll leave no pity.
It’s all I say we need,
It’s all you say we need,
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8. |
Snow In Summer
03:28
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She prays for snow in summer,
But prays for summer every day,
With white blossoms at the roadside,
Taught me to wait for the delay.
And that is where I am,*
And this is what I see,
I am a boy, with a girl sat next to me.
She colours in on my sofa,
Colours in the world that I crave,
Took my faults to the altar,
Stacked them up and sailed me away.
And this is where I am,
And that is what I see,
I am a man, with my death sat next to me.
I wait for her in winter,
It seems to rain 'most every day,
With snow blossoms tempting thunder,
She never let me let her memory fade.
Yes, that is where I am,
And this is what I see,
I am a memory, the past just smiles at me.
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9. |
Butterfly Spoils Beauty
03:06
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Butterfly spoils beauty,
Breaks childs heart,
Love lost, long gone,
Poisoned dart.
Child forlorn,
Palm tree postcard,
Seed is sewn,
Life seems hard.
Man sketches map,
Opens child’s eyes,
Thirteen carpenters,
Butterfly dies.
Child grows up,
Man moves away,
Misses his home,
Wishes he’d stayed.
Man meets girl,
Home is her heart,
Love found, new sounds,
Life starts.
Baby is born,
Child their duty,
Everything is borrowed,
Butterfly spoils beauty.
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10. |
Bakola
02:37
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Ola sei en bako la,
Imae, ma wei,
Ola sei en bako la,
In ma wei, in my kah.
Ola sei en bako la,
Bin me wei, ren mei,
Ola sei en bako la,
In ma wei, ma wei.
Taley foh na day,
Taley foh na day.
Ola sei en bako la,
Imae, ma wei,
Ola sei en bako la,
In ma wei, in my kah.
Ola sei en bako la,
Bin me wei, ren mei,
Ola sei en bako la,
In ma wei, ma wei.
Taley foh na day,
Taley foh na day
Grate ta siense or lubre,
Milet kond shamelle,
Pit ason la sitay rondisment,
Milet kond mon sis.
Taley foh na day,
Taley foh na day.
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11. |
The Years That I Slept
04:43
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Those were the years that I slept,
Awake, in fields, searching for your address,
Those were the years that I slept,
Dancing, drunk, and mourned from the outset.
These are the years that I’ve wept,
Our romance, remnants, we shed our likeness,
These are the years that I’ve wept,
Your holiness and longing for rhythm bereft us.
Many were your gifts that I kept,
Dancing, in the kitchen, your love for sentiment,
These are the memories I kept,
Your eyes, in the morning, I even miss our arguments.
Slowly the time passed has crept,
Focused on writing myself a new alphabet,
To remind you, no time was better spent,
Than ours, in solace, entwined with our torment.
Coming are the years I accept,
You broke me down, I’m poisoned by my emptiness,
Alive are the years I can’t forget,
No one comes around, I’m tortured by my loneliness.
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12. |
What a Day (acoustic)
03:18
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I woke up in the evening, with the sun in my eyes,
Grabbed the bottle from the counter and stepped outside,
Was confronted by a lady who told me to run or to pray,
I kindly refused both, so she led me astray,
Oh, what a day,
Oh, what a day.
The drunken’ sailor said to me, ‘hey fella, I’m your man,’
Now stick up your handgun and hold out your hand,
Stuck a thought in my brain and his fist on my cheek,
Shouting ‘we’ve all had lovers; my future’s looking bleak’,
Oh, what a week,
Oh, what a week.
The days turned into weeks and the weeks into hours,
Living under a pier with the sea for a shower,
You’re broke you ain’t got no choice to live rough,
But I ain’t yet broke which makes it twice as tough,
Oh, what a month,
Oh, what a month.
Went inland to prosper and I prospered in vein,
Found a needle for my arm but a spike for my brain,
Miss the sound of an alarm clock, how I long to hear,
That incessant drone of normality ringing so clear,
Oh, what a year,
Oh, what a year.
Not much happened since the day I was born,
A single light of consciousness alone and forlorn,
My breaths are getting shallow, I think it is time,
To let go of nothing and slip into the night.
Oh, what a life,
Oh, what a life.
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13. |
A Place I've Never Known
01:48
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Homesick for a place I’ve never known,
Longing for the lights I’ve never seen,
That flicker on the water's waves,
Of the lakes in the wild still valleys.
Homesick for a place I’ve never known,
Where the time sleeps lifelessly,
And the birds sing their songs of love,
That carry steady on the slow, warm breeze.
Homesick for a place I’ve never known,
Yearning for streams that run blue and green,
Where fish dance in shoals like knives,
In rolling rivers that flow into the sea.
Homesick for a place I’ve never known,
Where the clouds float by silently,
Above the forests of tranquil calm,
Standing guard, a thousand ancient trees.
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Lewis Dalgliesh London, UK
Songwriter, primarily.
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