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Portencross
03:53
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I lost my head in the sunshine,
Took a dive from Portencross pier.
Stayed under a long time,
Dodging bricks and fishing gear.
The water softens the sunlight,
Draws the heat and filters the glare.
This floating life seems so right,
You can have it too, if you dare.
Come away with me,
Into the arms of the sea.
Haven't been home in a long time,
There's nobody who knows me there.
When I said I was leaving,
I'm not sure that they even cared.
I stuck a pin in the coastline,
It fetched me up on an Ayrshire beach,
Now I live in the sunshine,
Slip in the water to get out of reach
Come away with me,
Into the arms of the sea.
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I left for work today,
and nobody said goodbye to me.
I went to bed last night,
and no-one said goodnight.
And now I'm waking, sleeping,
in the extreme foreground of history.
Where they make their plans and scheme and plot,
and dream and live and laugh behind my back.
I stopped believing,
in fairy-tales today,
when I knew I'd never love again,
and no-one would love me.
And now I'm waving, drowning,
but the water keeps on rising.
And still I'm holding out a cold, white hand,
for anyone to cling to if they can.
I'm a poorly-sketched stock character,
in a meaningless black comedy.
A two-dimensional figure,
representing Nobody.
And now I'm falling, rising,
but I will rise again,
to take my bow before the laughter,
falling like hard stones upon my head.
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Lazy days and summer sun,
Are hard to hold on to ,
When Winter's come,
And all that was warm in this world,
Is dying or gone.
It's hard, oh it's hard,
To hold on,
When the sun's gone down,
And everything is telling you,
Let it go.
Let it go,
Let it go,
But try to hold on,
Just try to hold on.
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St. Martin's Day
05:22
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You so often claimed you were leaving,
That I never thought you would go.
We'd squabbled so much,
I knew all your replies,
I could pick out the truth,
From the bluffs and the lies,
'til the night that you left,
With your usual goodbyes.
You turned your face upwards to kiss me,
As we both knew you would by the door.
I'd presumed so much,
I was caught by surprise,
That the lips can make clear,
what the glib tongue denies,
And I felt that your kiss,
Then I saw that your eyes,
Held the warmth of the November snow.
You left me a gift at your leaving,
You taught me to wait and abide.
It was an ending at least,
To all the lows and the highs,
And the spirit may fall,
But the head will devise,
A method for fooling,
The heart to arise.
This world has it's ways and it's seasons,
and moves to it's own secret pulse.
Soon the earth will raise blooms,
From the spot where life dies,
And those left will take solace,
From Nature's disguise,
But until then I'll bear,
All your cold kiss implies,
All the warmth of the November snow.
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Hogmanay
04:22
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This world keeps turning round the face of the sun,
like a big old tear,
and tired as it is,
it will turn again,
into a brand new year.
So to you and yours and me and mine,
we'll raise a glass and sing of Auld Lang Syne.
But whisper this to those just passing through.
There's nothing clever about living
.............it's just what we do.
Soon summer will come creeping amongst us,
like it belongs.
This bitter cold darkness will fade away,
and we'll sing our sweet songs,
of mountain thyme and bloomimg heather,
while we lift our heads to warmer weather.
But whisper this to those just passing through.
There's nothing clever about living,
there's nothing certain about living
............it's just what we do.
It's midnight on Hogmanay,
so kiss me now or just walk away.
Forget about tomorrow,
pay no heed to yesterday.
There's only today,
and there's nothing clever about living,
there's nothing certain about living,
there's nothing easy about living
............it's just what we do.
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Cast Adrift
02:33
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I wait alone,
Where you left me,
With promises of love,
(so long ago)
With promises of love,
Now please don't seek me
Please don't seek me,
I'm astray,
I'm astray.
I'm on my own,
But I'm dreaming,
Of laughter and love,
(so far away)
Of laughter and love,
So please don't wake me
Please don't wake me,
I'm asleep,
I'm asleep.
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March
03:09
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Drops fall,
As Winter's fingers loosen their grip.
Birds call,
Something's moving on the edge of morning.
Bound stones,
Breathe a sigh and shift in the earth.
Stiff bones,
Give out a crack that's more salute than warning.
Deep within the forest,
Birds begin to sing,
The King is dead!
Long live the King!
Romance,
Warming, stirring in our hearts and blood.
A slow dance,
Draws to a close. Then the music quickens.
The World turns,
And takes us with it like a blithe Pied Piper,
A slow burn,
Is subtly growing as the Winter sickens.
Deep within the forest,
Birds begin to sing,
The King is dead!
Long live the King!
Somewhere in the darkness,
Bells begin to ring,
Winter is dead!
Long live the Spring!
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"It's too late!" he cried.
"The wind's in my face,
And the sun's in my eyes,
And I'm hungry,
I warned you I get hungry."
"Oh, come on, my friend,
This was never the way,
that I thought this would end.
I saw glory,
I promised myself glory."
The sun is out and the birds are in the trees,
You and I could seize this opportunity,
We could live in the woods,
We could go wild and be free.
"It's no use!" he implored.
"The jails not built,
That can't hold me in.
And no excuse,
Is too flimsy to stall me."
"That may be true,
But when you're with me
And I am with you,
We're brave, we're strong,
You know we are. Oh, please come along!"
The sun is out and the birds are in the trees,
You and I could seize this opportunity,
We could live in the woods,
We could go wild and be free.
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9. |
Call Me
03:23
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Colour me your colour, baby, colour me your car,
Colour me your colour, darling, I know who you are.
Come up off your colour chart, I know where you're coming from.
Call me! On the line, call me, call me any anytime!
Call me! In my life, you can call me any day or night!
Call me!
Cover me with kisses, baby, cover me with love,
Roll me in your TB sheets, until I've had enough.
Emotions come, I don't know why, they cover up love's alibi.
Call me! On the line, call me, call me any anytime!
Call me! In this life, you could call me any day or night!
Call me!
Call me! My love, call me, call me any anytime!
Call me! On the line, call me if it's day or night!
Call me! Call Me! Oh, call me
Oh, please! Call Me! Why don't you
Call me ?
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The Funambulist
03:24
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I fell in June and I broke my heart,
I fell too soon, I fell too hard,
I glanced around to see who'd seen me fall,
To see who'd seen me falling,
I hit the ground to a familiar sound,
It was the sound of laughing,
But I'm still trying,
Oh, I'm still trying,
And I will try again.
Every fall brings a chance to break,
Each close call it marks the shape we'll take,
I may be blemished, broken, bent,
Bumped and bruised and bashed around,
I may spend less time in the air,
Than I'm spending on the ground,
But I'm still trying,
Oh, I'm still trying,
And I will try again.
We will get hurt and pride will be bruised
And yes, I am afraid but I've not refused
Just stick to never looking down
And never trying to look to clever,
Remember though we may lack style
We compensate with our endeavour.
And I'm still trying,
Yes I'm still trying,
And I will try again.
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11. |
This Is Yours
04:28
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Here's a message for the giver of crushing gifts;
You can have them back!
You gave me a sense of shame,
You gave me a hurtful name,
But I did nothing to you,
Except what you wanted me to,
You made me feel unworthy,
You gave me guilt
Now I'm giving it back.
Oh-oh, you gave me sorrow,
Now I'm giving it back!
You gave me an awful season,
Of worry and confusion,
You took every dream we'd built,
And gave them to me to kill,
You made me feel a failure,
Handed me pain
Now I'm handing it back.
Oh-oh, you gave me sorrow,
Now I'm giving it back!
Here, here are your things,
Please take them from me,
I no longer want them.
These, these were your gifts,
Shabby and mean,
I will not accept them.
Feel free to take them away,
I'm giving them back,
I'm giving them back!
Here's a message for the giver of crushing gifts;
You can have them back!
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I've roamed this wide world o'er,
From Portencross to Pittenweem.
No map made could record,
All the pathways to uncertainty.
Won't someone show me how to live,
Won't someone show me how to live,
Won't someone show me how,
Before I slip away?
I've searched the whole world o'er,
For arms that would encircle me.
So that no matter where I turn,
I'll find warmth to keep the cold from me.
Won't someone show me how to love,
Won't someone show me how to love,
Won't someone show me how,
Before I slip away?
Across the whole span of my world,
From Jamaica Street to Fleshmarket Close.
If any meaning there is at all,
It must lie therein I suppose.
Won't someone show me how to live,
Won't someone show me how to love,
Won't someone show me how,
Before I slip away?
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