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Cup of Tea
03:14
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Oh the sun shines through the window pane
In the morning
And the wind blows through the cherry blossom trees
In the morning
And a cup of tea
Will be waiting there for me
On the tray that you lay down on my knee
In the morning
Oh there's just one thing that can make you sulk
In the morning
When you open up the fridge and there's no milk
In the morning
And a cup of tea
Won't be waiting there for me
On the tray that you lay down on my knee
In the morning
Oh what I wouldn't give for just one drop
In the morning
And whose turn is it to go down to the shop?
In the morning
For a cup of tea
To be waiting there for me
On the tray that you lay down on my knee
In the morning
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Skin and Bone
03:22
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Skin and bone, born of Maggie's blight
I was born, no silver spoon in sight
All alone until one fateful night
Two skinny boys, jeans and money tight
The scraps that we've been thrown
The clothes that we've outgrown
Austerity's no match for skin and bone
Skin and bone
Skin and bone
Skin and bone
Skin and bone, skipping for a crust
Hunger makes you do just as you must
High Street's full of broken slabs and rust
Once again, the suits abuse our trust
The punches we've been thrown
The lives that we've outgrown
Bad luck is no match for skin and bone
Skin and bone
Skin and bone
Skin and bone
We are the forgotten ones, Skin and bone and me
Crushed beneath a million tonnes of rich men's history
Skin and bone, baying at the moon
I was born, without a silver spoon
All alone until I met my loon
Top floor, tiny attic room
The scraps that we've been thrown
The clothes that we've outgrown
Austerity's no match for skin and bone
Skin and bone
Skin and bone
Skin and bone
Uh oh
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Lead Balloon
03:17
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Built like a lead balloon
My six foot doorway to heaven
Guess it came a little too soon
Now I'm ninety-four going on seven
I was born in twenty years time
Sixteen years late and seven years fine
I was delayed by the number thirteen
When the moon was out and the sky was green
Hold back tomorrow
Let this evening stay
Hold back tomorrow
Come again some other day
Don't want tomorrow
Or any other day
I've got a thousand plans standing in the way
Looking for my forty-two
Blindfold I climbed the stairs
Jumped into my lead balloon
Flew a mile into the air
A million suns passed overhead
And I only got this far
Still I guess that I'm far too young
To count my lucky stars
Hold back tomorrow
Let this evening stay
Hold back tomorrow
Come again some other day
Don't want tomorrow
Or any other day
I've got a thousand plans standing in the way
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Learn You
03:51
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I wanna learn you like a skill
Earn you so I will
I wanna learn you like a skill
Earn you so I will
I want to learn the steps to you
Memorise the things you do
So when the dusty day is through
You're still in my head
I wanna learn you like a trick
Guess the cards you'll pick
I wanna learn you like a trick
Guess the cards that you'll pick
I want to learn the moves of you
Practice them the whole day through
So when the dusty sky turns blue
You're still in my bed
So if you'll take me to your heart
I'll learn my lines and play my part
And if you'll take me to your soul
I'll learn my life, and live my role
By your side in peace
And right here on my finger sits
My certificate of learning you
I wanna learn you like a skill
Earn you so I will
I wanna learn you like a skill
Earn you so I will
I want to learn the steps to you
Memorise the things you do
So when the dusty day is through
You're still in my head
I want to learn the moves of you
Practice them the whole day through
So when the dusty sky turns blue
You're still in my bed
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The trees are bald and the sky is grey
But we will sing until those crows fly away
The flowers have lost all their bouquet
'Cause Hannah is leaving
Leaving today
The fiddle plays an old strathspey
Beside the shutters of an all-night café
But soon the marching band will play
Hannah is leaving
Leaving today
So call up your boss and tell her you've got other plans
They just declared a national holiday
We'll miss her, wish her well and see her on her way
'Cause Hannah is leaving
For the USA
Along the Meadows and parkways
From the gloaming 'til the breaking of day
A fine au naturel soiree
'Cause Hannah is leaving
Leaving today
So call up your boss and tell her you've got other plans
They just declared a national holiday
We'll miss her, wish her well and see her on her way
'Cause Hannah is leaving
For the USA
Hi Hannah, it's me
I just wanted to say I'm sorry that I didn't even know what you think I should be
It was a bit of a hypocritical thing for me to get the train
Anyway it's all my fault for not getting back to you and your family
Well, now I hear that everyone is doing well and that is the best of luck
But now you're leaving
Leaving today
So call up your boss and tell her you've got other plans
They just declared a national holiday
We'll miss her, wish her well and see her on her way
'Cause Hannah is leaving
For the USA
And at the close of the ballet
Just before they light the fireworks display
We'll shake her hand and we'll say "Hey,
"Sorry you're leaving
"Leaving today"
Then handkerchiefs wave in dismay
So much more that we each wished to say
She was so kind we can't repay
And Hannah is leaving
Leaving today
She's gonna do so well
She's gonna do so well
She's gonna do so well
Lucky USA
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I am your constant silent shadow
Words fail me to express each little thing
But a poet read my meanings
In the furrows of my brow
And set them to this melody I bring
Come sing a song for the voiceless
All the dependent and choiceless
Who cannot speak our minds
I hope that you'll be kind
And come sing a song for the voiceless
I am your echo in the wildness
My cries reverberate among the pines
For I cannot use your language
Just as your scholars do
But neither have they tried to speak in mine
Come sing a song for the voiceless
All the dependent and choiceless
Who cannot speak our minds
I hope that you'll be kind
And come sing a song for the voiceless
We've been put in cages down the ages like a slave
We've been skinned alive, been deprived, roughly shaved
We've been cooked and eaten, soundly beaten, left for dead
But we have blood in our hearts and thoughts in our heads
So come sing a song for the voiceless
All the dependent and choiceless
Who cannot speak our minds
I hope that you'll be kind
And come sing a song for the voiceless
All the dependent and choiceless
Who cannot speak our minds
I hope that you'll be kind
And come sing a song for the voiceless
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The Blue Eyed Hypnotist
04:36
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Here in your house on the hill of harmonies
Under sickle moon that shines through the trees
I could blow away on the slightest breeze
As you wave your watch I watch you mesmerise me
I'm going drowning in your deep blue pools
If it's a trick I'm happy to be fooled
I'm feeling sleepy
I'm feeling sleepy
Come to bed
I'm going under
I'm going under
Catch my head
They warned me away, your friends, they say your weird
With your black frock coat and Van Dyke beard
But when I'm in your chair there's nothing that I fear
The dream is a boat and for a while I let you steer
I'm going drowning in your deep blue wine
Ghosts of your fingers anchor my spine
I'm feeling sleepy
I'm feeling sleepy
Come to bed
I'm going under
I'm going under
Catch my head
I'm going drowning in your deep blue sea
I don't want you to rescue me
I'm feeling sleepy
I'm feeling sleepy
Come to bed
I'm going under
I'm going under
Catch my head
Catch my head
Yes catch my head
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Witchbike
04:16
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Saw it with my own eyes down on Lovers Lane
Lain upon the hawthorn beneath the weather vane
Whether vain or just afraid I made myself abstain
From joining in the mischief upon the granite stane
I unhitched the witch bike from her garden gate
Guarding against witchcraft, crossed my baldy pate
Praying that the witch would not become irate
I reckon she won't miss her bike at an hour so late
Will she even notice that the bike is gone?
Will the witch want her black bike back before the dawn?
On I rode the witch bike down the road I know'd
Nodding at the cat's eyes winking as they glowed
Gleefully I dream'd of my hearty warm abode
Til up got a gust and golly how it blow'd
Borne upon the breeze the bicycle took flight
Frightened by the altitude I gripped the handles tight
Over hills and cornfields I floated like a kite
Til through the parting mists the witch house came in sight
Does this mean she's noticed that the bike is gone?
Does the the witch want her black bike back before the dawn?
Scattering the corncrake I yanked on the brake
The witch came out her cottage and thusly she spake:
"You escaping on my bike will cause me no heartache
"Only next time you borrow it ask before you take"
She let me hang around til my hangover was gone
And we supped stingee nettle soup until the dawn
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One Foot in Faerieland
02:30
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One foot in Faerie land, one on a train
If I step off of which, you won't see me again
For I will be shackled all in daisy chains
One foot in Faerie land one on a train
One foot on concrete and one on quicksand
Over the darkest depths of faerie land
Where I will be pixie-led down by the hand
One foot on concrete and one on quicksand
I hear Queen Mab singing Scotland the brave
But I don't feel so brave
As I spiral and spin
I hear old Goodfellow scraping a waltz
My sense he assaults
But the tune draws me in
One foot in darkness and one foot in the light
One pill at breakfast and one pill at night
Sometimes the moon shines a little too bright
One foot in darkness and one foot in the light
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"May all your weeds be wildflowers,"
She says as she welcomes me and my boyfriend into her home
Her heart is as big and ecclectic as the Dear Green Place
Her laugh a kit of George Square pigeons taking flight
She persists in making tea for all of us here
But in her eighth decade we think she's earned a seat
"Don't be daft," she says. "Sit down"
She's going dancing tonight
"May all your weeds be wildflowers,"
She says to the stranger, the immigrant and the refugee
"There's tea in the urn, biscuits and cakes,
"A fire in the hearth as long as you stay
"And when you think your sun's
"Gone down for the last time
"May the Earth move and the world grant you
"One more bright new day"
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Lewis Mullen Glasgow, UK
I write the kind of music I'd like to listen to, and I hope you enjoy listening to it to. It's a window into a slightly different world that's a more honest mirror of our own
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