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Hang Your Head Low
03:19
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The well's dry
And the grain is running low
The bank's broke
But the river's running slow
Doom clouds on the hills and skies
The fool's rich
But the poor man's in the know
Hang your head
Gonna take you to the gallow man
A closed eye
Left the fountain running free
A deaf ear
To a dumb, concocted plea
A cheap vote
For the great big lie
A sly wink
To the joker passing by
Hang your head
Gonna take you to the gallow man
You're going to the gallow man
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2. |
Go On
04:00
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our token derelict
broken inside out
makes a promise
to his mind, unwell
now that the daylight's gone
it's safe to raise his head
little sigh...
'In a while...
you'll be good...
again...'
go on, go on
you'll be sorry if you don't
let's break the spell
we're never going home
go go, go on
you'll be sorry if you don't
go on, go on, go on...
now all your friends are here
feigning their concerns
you keep listening out
for someone to tell the truth
all your tears can wait
buried in your head
while all your broken fantasies
echo in the din
go on, go on
you'll be sorry if you don't
let's break the spell
we're never going home
go go, go on
you'll be sorry if you don't
go on, go on, go on...
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Mama's going away
Gotta catch that plane
There's her suitcase
Closed tight
On the bed
Saw the sign on the door
With the promise
Of more
Where the grey skies
Are all lined with gold
Now her children complain
Though there's no
Other way
As they sleep now
She steals into the night
And she cries
All of the way
With her heart
Torn from the pain
Tired and blue
From the distance
of her love
Now she lives far away
Where the night means day
And her warm voice
Echoes down the phone line
There's a choice to be made
And a role to be played
Holding small hands
That remind her
Of her own child's
Washes knees
Cut and bruised
With her mind
So confused
Overwhelmed by
This strange labour of love
She remits her heart
Its a delicate art
Tired and blue
From the distance
of her love
Tired and blue
From the distance
Though sometimes
It drives her wild
Tired and blue
From the distance
of her love
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4. |
As You Grow
04:48
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If spring's the dawning of the mind
Youth the summer of your life
Autumn the greying of the heart
And the winter long and cold
Defy the change in every year
The hope that died in shame of fear
The wearing greed of a thousand woes
Moving forward, on and on...
As you grow
Don't hide it
Let your love
And imagination flow
As you grow
Don't lose it
All your ghosts
Are the lessons you must learn
Last July
I made you cry
I told you to colour
Between the lines
I should have know better
Than be so cold
Bringing order to the fore
My own desire
To make things fit
A silhouette painted
With regret
An autumn grey cloak
On a million dreams
That I never noticed fall
As you grow
Don't hide it
Let your love
And imagination flow
As you grow
Don't lose it
All your ghosts
Are the lessons you must learn
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5. |
Penny Or The Tear
03:20
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all I want is apples and sunrise
to free me out from the black
all I need are things that you can't buy
even though there's a price
there's no use in trying to bring me back
to your world
I know, when the penny or the tear drops,
we'll be free
all I want is apples and sunrise
free to breath in the light
all i need are mountains and blue skies
where I'll live and surely die
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6. |
Circle Of Lies
03:51
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One side beckons the other's rage
Bidders to the questions
Of our sorrowful age
Dignified
Dressed in the finest clothes
Beholders to that awful throne
What if
No one knows
What all the answers are
The way we're supposed to move
The circles inside your field
Symbols
Projections from an unknown place
Improvised deceptions of magnitude
It's all down
To what you accept as 'true'
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Doing It All On Your Own
03:13
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Fixing files at my day-job
A woman called to the door
Her husband dead not a fortnight
She needed help with a form
They'd just gotten by on his pension
And his passing seems such a shame
He'd kept her warm in the cold nights
And all the bills in his name
Now she's doing it all on her own
Lone as the flower on the graveside
Sharing her life with a void
Its hard to restart with a broken heart
A young man came with a letter
In need of somewhere to live
He takes his son at the weekends
And the mother's happy he is
He always fights with his father
Who gets confused when he drinks
The neighbours broke up the last big fight
And he threw him out on the street
Now he's doing it all on his own
Too young to deal with the pressure
Confusing his fear with his pride
He tries to appear like he knows all the answers
Doing it all on your own.
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8. |
Rogue Trader
04:57
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Our hero is a young man
In hand-cuffs, wearing a smile
One tear held in the small of his eye
Out star rose in the night sky
Black holes disguised in his light
Illusions were all he sold
He knew what he'd done was wrong
Stayed true to his daily crime
There was no escape from what came before
He lived by the bottom line
In pursuit of straight answers
We asked of this man in change
'Who blessed him his power and gold?'
The good clerk did console him
As judgement was handed down
Our hero was on his own
He moved through dark mist and lies
And wove with the thinnest line
We gave him his silver and sword
We knew when we chose to ignore
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9. |
The Land
06:45
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swollen children of comfort
fruit of denial
hapless bodies of value
inflected with smiles
there's no line in the sand
in the land of free flowing water
there is a mantra:
we own the earth
in the hands of progress and order
only the weak shall inherit the dust
outcasts thrown to the margins
consumed in survival
figures, an unwanted excess
reduced to bare life
there's no nail in the hand
in the land of free flowing water
there is a mantra:
we own the earth
in the hands of progress and order
only the weak shall inherit the dust
enslaved to the border conceived
in the minds of our acnestors
the illusion of choice
that is weaved through the cloth on your skin
the 'right' you enjoy is the wrong
that's disguised in our excess
all hands bruise by the crack of the whip
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