1. |
Workhorse and Hatchet
04:27
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Make way for the love birds, clear a path
She'd spin all night but he won’t dance with no one else
With her shoes in his back pocket, they walk home
Tomorrow he leaves for national service in the air force
I’ll write you twice a week
I’ll think of you every other moment
When this engine leaves
I’ll go but I’m not gone
I’m home in two years time
From school to the workhouse door and nowhere else
She longs to play the piano with menders hands
Without a note in her back pocket she works-on
His letters kept in shoe box under the staircase
I write you twice a week
I think of you every other moment
When you take your leave
Come home and dance with me
And I’ll live life again
Everyday is the same on this American base
Shining boots, rifles shoot from woodbridge down to the sands
With half a crown in his back pocket, he heads North
The leave is short and the journey’s long back to Suffolk
I wrote you twice a week
I thought of your every other moment
On this platform I’ll sleep
Because I know, when I get home
We'll dance at your front door
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2. |
Bundles of Worry
05:02
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Here, thinking all day long
Come one, come all, hear my every thought
The view, we'll split it in two
One walks away and one sticks to the route
I see it when your eyes go side to side
I see it in your eyes, no word of a lie
I know it’s not enough
To stand to call their bluff
What happened is gone and it’s done
I’ll curb this wayward frown we got handed down
There, a table set for one
Or wandering streets of this dark grey town
In queues and meetings that don't move
Walking for miles to find that you will not do
I see it when your eyes go side to side
I see it in your eyes, it’s there every time
I know it’s not enough
To stand to call their bluff
What happened is gone and it’s done
I’ll curb this wayward frown we got handed down
Fear, it hangs all day long
This war of words is not yours to be fought
This mood will not call a truce
But what would I do without something to prove?
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3. |
Milestones
03:50
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You are not where you've been
But where you're going
That's all that i have to look forward to
History repeats
Like we never learn
So why should I be any different
Everywhere I roam
The milestones mark the road
They tick a box for what I owe
This debt will climb without a rope
And drag you down too
I'm ripe for change
Even at my age
Forward my mail 'cause I am moving on
Cut through the phone line
Roll back the meter
Turn the water off, soon I'll be gone
Everywhere I roam
The wolves, they block the road
And take a note of what I've done
This thread is mine and mine alone
Don't pull the twine too hard
Spring turns to Summer
I don't want to change
Autumn turns to winter
And it starts again
Everywhere I go
They mail, message and call
The house, my home, my stronghold
This threat is mine and mine alone
To weave and sew for good
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4. |
Gullible You
04:22
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At the end of the day, is it fair to say that we’re all different?
I have my own strange taste in everything
You speak your mind like I’m acting
No riddle, haiku, no pun or ruse
It must be true if it exists for gullible you
The bottom line once again, face it you say
Agree with me, you’re going to lose
I can’t decide if you believe everything you read
Or if it’s just because you want to
No jest, no joke, no good excuse
You know it’s true, you must admit that it’s made for you
Everytime that you speak, you’re spinning a lie
You make me dizzy spectating on the sidelines
You know it’s not a game, I won’t applaud
I suppose I could just turn the other way
But that don’t mean it’s not happening
Petty talk, common garden inaccuracies
Sticks and stones still hurt you
How can you choose your point of view
Bawdy and crude, the new taboo
Everytime we speak, you’re throwing a line
You make me dizzy spectating on the sidelines
When they dig a hole, this is the truth
You jump in feet first, it’s gullible you
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Dockroyd Nights
02:01
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Belly Up
05:23
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“I” is such a strong word, it stands all alone
Like a pillar beneath a structure, in line with others Tether ends sewn around the bend
Feathered friends got tarred from the stem
Your son tries hard to smile He’s walked these country miles From laying off the load
To crumbling at the thought
A sigh is enough to groan at In spite of what we gargle
Does times heal your wounds and map new routes?
Or does man just deal in bad hands and track your palms? Summers end leaves the tree bare
It never ends; the swirling back stare
The sun tries hard to shine
But moaning clouds these isles From praying off the load
To mumbling nonsense words
And while we blur horizons
A pile up the reasons; belly up it goes
Your son tries hard to smile He’s walked these country miles From laying off the load
To crumbling at the thought
A sigh is enough to groan at
In spite of what we gargle; belly up it goes
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