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I’ve learnt to be lonely I’m usually the only,
Wallflower on the wall.
And in my fancy I’m walking with my hands linked,
Upon a crimson shore,
Upon a crimson shore.
Upon a coastal current my bluebird flies,
The waves of my hometown roll around her eyes,
The waves of my hometown roll around her eyes.
Dear Sagita we’re dying to meet ya,
Grey circles in a maze,
And in my fancy my minds eye can see,
A sea of violet waves,
A sea of violet waves.
Upon a coastal current my bluebird flies,
The waves of my hometown roll around her eyes,
The waves of my hometown roll around her eyes.
I must down to the sea again and bathe in the salty rain,
My demons in a daze,
And when it’s my time to go, sink my broken bones,
Beneath the violet waves,
Wash away my violent ways.
Upon a coastal current my bluebird flies,
The waves of my hometown roll around her eyes,
The waves of my hometown roll around her eyes.
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This old rope’s too taught,
The waves are breaking in,
This ship’s only headed one way,
And this mountain is the sink.
But beauty like that should know no home,
So let it go, let it go, let it go.
Old Moses was my maker,
The summit is my song,
At 3:30 it’s cold and short,
But gravity’s all gone wrong.
But fun like that should know no chain,
So let it rain, let it rain, let it rain.
My fortune is my freedom,
And she was my rock,
But this mountain moved me,
And my fortune picked the lock.
But love like that isn't made to last,
So let it pass, let it pass, let it pass.
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These Moments
04:03
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When I’m lying looking up at the stars,
Through the cracks in some leafless branch,
Thinking about how insignificant we are,
And thinking how small I am,
When that night sky glistens to life,
And I howl at the moon in my mind.
These are the moments I realise that you made me,
These are the moments I remember that you had me,
Oh, oh, you can have me.
When I’m in the splittings of a new dawn,
Walking drenched in some foreign storm,
The rain falling upwards under my form,
And I take shelter in your memory,
I walk slowly to prove that I am man,
Then I walk slower because I can.
These are the moments I realise that you made me,
These are the moments I remember that you had me,
Oh, oh, you can have me.
When I’m sat motionless in some foreign truck,
Staring out the window at my luck,
A lonely passenger who just can’t get enough,
And I think to myself I’d like to show you,
To hear your views on all I've seen,
You dance in the footsteps of my daydream,
To hear your views on all I've seen,
You dance in the footsteps of my daydream,
These are the moments I realise that you made me,
These are the moments I remember that you had me,
Oh, oh, you can have me.
Oh, oh, you can have me.
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My Imaginary Love
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Lioness lives in a world of her own,
I answer her calls before she picks up the phone,
Her memory takes and takes its toll,
Skipping through the green rooms of my mind.
No need for diamond soled shoes,
My imaginary love knows nothing of the blues,
She goes around putting poison pills in my wine,
My imaginary love, she infects my mind.
One day, one day, she will lie next to me,
And breathe the air that I breathe.
Happiness is the path that she takes,
Joy and truth they spread in her wake,
She goes around putting poison pills in my wine,
My imaginary love she infects my mind.
And one fine day when my dreams and lies collide,
My imaginary love will crystallize,
Well I know I crow that I am just a man,
But my imaginary love she will understand.
One day, one day, she will lie next to me,
And breathe the air that I breathe.
And breathe the air that I breathe.
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Forgive Me Blue Sky
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The rate at which my days are passing,
Seems to be on the rise,
The hours I've spent worrying,
About this is only wasted time.
Forgive me blue sky, forgive me rain,
I will come back here again,
But now I’m going to ask you to look away,
So that I can hide my shame.
Welcome to the winter,
Of my discontent,
I can’t tell if I feel bitter,
Or just sorry that I’m spent.
Forgive me blue sky, forgive me rain,
I’d trade this numbness for pain,
But now I’m going to ask you to look away,
So that I can hide my shame.
Wisest is the man who,
Questions that which he knows,
A failure is he who,
As he grows older doesn't grow,
Forgive me blue sky, forgive me rain,
I've grown tired of this game,
I’m gonna ask you to look away,
So that I can hide my shame.
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Spoonful of You
02:47
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For the last two nights I dreamt you asked me for directions,
Even though I know you always know which way to go,
But I don’t, without you I can barely float,
Tie your anchor to my boat, I can only hope.
It would appear that my map is the wrong way up,
East is West, what is best? I can only guess,
I am just a lost buoy, sat on the edge of a lost boy’s shoe,
I don’t know what to do when I am without you,
When I am without you,
When I am without you.
And if hope is the prescription of fools,
Then I will take my medicine with a spoonful of you.
My compass needle keeps spinning me round and round,
My lot a head like a spinning top that won’t stop,
Which is the right road for a lost soul?
Pin your button to my coat, I can only hope,
I can only hope,
I can only hope.
And if hope is the prescription of fools,
Then I will take my medicine with a spoonful of you.
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It’s not just another tree,
It’s not just another bone,
It’s not just another foreign sliding stone,
It’s all a bit of a game reserve,
And I reserve the right to take you away,
My memories are playing in reverse,
And I’m reversing down the way…
To you, the tempest, to you, the temptress,
And I did, and I did,
And I've been playing with fire ever since,
Like when I was a kid, like when I was a kid.
Looks so good from the outside,
Makes me want to throw myself in,
Grab it by both hands and let go of this rim,
It’s all along the wild coast,
And we are too wild to be saved,
Scratching at each others' throats,
While I’m coasteering through these caves…
To you, the tempest, to you, the temptress,
And I can, and I can,
And I've been playing human ever since,
Like when I was a man, like when I was a man.
Get married beneath the oak,
And I will befriend the sea,
You know that you can uproot even the toughest weed,
It’s all a bit of an hourglass,
That has been fixed to the floor,
So I’m making it my life’s work,
To open every door...
To you, the tempest, to you, the temptress,
And I lie, and I lie,
And I've loved that wolf ever since,
Like when I was alive, like when I was alive.
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The Secret
03:23
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A secret sits on the tip of my tongue,
Oh how it begs to be shared with everyone,
With someone, with anyone.
But like all good fables I’m committed,
And like all committees I’m torn,
I’ve worn this smile for too long,
Singing solemn songs since I was young.
The stones here are alive,
They talk among themselves,
But I can’t confide,
I deal in rumours and lies.
Feels like a forest fire flaming through my head,
The burden of the untruth and the undead,
An acacia tree shelters me,
Where I lie wide awake in a half sleep,
My dark shadow eclipsed by its own shade,
I walk to town head down before returning to where I laid,
Time disappears but the secret remains.
The stones here are alive,
They talk among themselves,
But I can’t confide,
I deal in rumours and lies.
You are the echoes of a modern miracle,
While I sit lazily on this shelf,
A shelf I put up myself,
Rumours and lies make for blurred lines,
I’ve heard the second coming is coming to an end,
The secret to salvation lies around the bend,
Fight your enemies and find your friends.
The stones here are alive,
They talk among themselves,
But I can’t confide,
I deal in rumours and lies.
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I’ve heard it said that love is touching souls,
And I’ve heard it said that love is shimmering cells,
But I find myself walking around,
Walking around this strange old town,
Thinking of you, just thinking of you,
Maybe love is just wasted thought,
Maybe I bit off more than I bought,
Maybe, maybe.
A little bird told me you’re at Burning Man,
With a skip in your step and a can in your hand,
While I find myself walking around,
Walking around this foreign town,
Thinking of you, just thinking of you,
Maybe love is just wasted thought,
Maybe I kept more than I caught,
Maybe, maybe.
Do you ever think of times of us,
When we rolled around in a greyhound bus?
Because I find myself walking around,
Walking around this strange old town,
Thinking of you, just thinking of you,
Maybe love is just wasted thought,
Maybe we kept more than we caught,
Maybe love is just wasted thought,
Maybe we sold more than we sought,
Maybe love is just wasted thought,
Maybe we bit off more than we bought,
Maybe, maybe.
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Tailor-Made Queen
03:05
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Well I've loved your first daughter,
But now she’s coming home to you,
If I wrote an album she’d be on the cover,
Wearing orange lilac, green and blue.
Well I've loved your first daughter,
Not out of choice but if I could choose,
I’d have her over any other,
In her orange, lilac, green and blue.
She’s a tectonic, supersonic, tailor-made queen,
And I’m a swimming pool with no rules,
A sucker for orange, lilac, green and blue.
And I sold my beach for a bucket of sand,
Played bad cards but won my hand,
While she stayed at home with the whole of the moon,
She doesn't need poker to feel in tune.
She's a tectonic, narcotic, genius machine,
And I am running back in my panama jack,
Kelly’s Hero, not feeling keen. She is a...
Feels fine to lose a lover,
Though I hope she’ll be back soon,
‘Coz I can’t bear to lose her colour,
And be left with only blue.
Well I've loved your first daughter,
The train will soon be passing through,
And I’m glad that I did court her,
For her orange, lilac, green and blue.
She’s a tectonic, supersonic, tailor-made queen,
And I’m a swimming pool with no rules,
A sucker for orange, lilac, green and blue.
And I sold my beach for a bucket of sand,
Played bad cards but won my hand,
While she stayed at home with the whole of the moon,
She doesn't need poker to feel in tune.
She's a tectonic, narcotic, genius machine,
And I am running back in my panama jack,
Kelly’s Hero, not feeling keen. She is a...
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Savannah, Abandoned
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You can have my heart,
Stick it in a jar and call it a work of art,
I will give you my shoes,
They’re going free you've got nothing to lose,
And you can share my friends,
They’ll show you a life through a better lens,
But I cannot give you that.
I'll give you my fear,
I'm sure it'll find its way back through the mirror,
You can shave my hair
I'll grow it back, I really don't care,
And my keys, they're yours,
They do more than just open doors,
But I cannot give you that.
You can drive my car,
She's clocked 250 but always starts,
My fate's been found,
Pick it up at the market, a pound for a pound,
And I will do your time,
Just show me the prison and I'll get in line,
But I cannot give you that.
Move into my home,
And run up a bill on the phone,
Take a place at my table,
Peel the bottle off the label then tell a fable,
And you can have this tune,
I know it’s simple, I wrote it for you,
But I cannot give you that.
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Blue Eggs
03:55
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Blue eggs of mine,
Mercury mild,
Now washed anew,
Silvery hue.
Blue eggs of mine,
Wandering wild,
Off of the ground,
Yet to be found.
Welcome to the best of times friend of a friend,
They've forsaken stone to reach the end.
Welcome to modern times blue eggs of mine,
Get used to the view, find the silver line.
Welcome to future times fortunate girl,
They've stolen your past and sold it in turn.
Welcome to scary times cynical boy,
Fill up your pram with all of your toys.
Welcome to foreign times lover of mine,
Don’t look forward and don’t look behind.
Welcome to the best of times, the rest of times, the guessing times, Welcome to the best of times, the rest of times and you...
Welcome to modern times blue eggs of mine,
Don't look forward and don't look behind.
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Lewis Dalgliesh London, UK
Songwriter, primarily.
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