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Alice- The paradox of knowing you
I feel compelled To tell your story
It’s only lately That I knew
I wasn’t told, of your existence
With so little, left to show
And it seems
You didn’t bear children
And it seems
They hid your name
You share a grave,without a headstone
and it truly is a shame
But this doesn’t end the story
Like all good ones It has a twist
For I never could have known you
‘Cos if you’d survived
I wouldn’t exist
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Virginia
04:06
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Virginia
My old flame ,You burn so brightly
and though they tell me you're no good for me it's hard to let you go
I've tried my best to live without you
It doesn't matter what I see and hear It doesn't matter what I know
Oh Virginia
You take my breath away
You're always in the papers
Every Day
You light up my life
You're my burning desire
I draw on your strength
I could set you on fire
You'll do me harm
You're breaking my heart
Turning to ashes
Can't get you off my chest
I'm on a roll
No fire without smoke
I can't believe you'd let me choke
Oh Virginia
You leave me breathless
Oh Virginia
My burning desire
Oh Virginia
You're breaking my heart
Oh Virginia
I wish we'd never started!
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All fall down
04:04
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All fall down
Flowers from your father, with a secret name
Little girl is sleeping, in the picture frame
Mother holds a secret
A rose won’t make her tell
With all she knows, the book is closed
Red roses round her bed
She doesn’t know the things she said
We all fall down. All fall down
She hasn’t seen the tears we’ve shed
A ring of roses round her head
We all fall down
Why she will not tell, only she can say
How many crushed the flower, along the way?
The thorn is in her side
Her blood has stained the rose
Deep deep red
We all have bled
Red roses round her bed
She doesn’t know the things she said
We all fall down. All fall down
She hasn’t seen the tears we’ve shed
A ring of roses round her head
We all fall down
Circle round the child
Mother meek and mild
Ask no questions tell no lies
The secrets in her eyes
You know we’ll never know
Afraid of letting go
Holding on to every breath
and never part ‘til death
Red roses round her bed
She doesn’t know the things she said
We all fall down. All fall down
She hasn’t seen the tears we’ve shed
A ring of roses round her head
We all fall down (repeat)
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Tread Softly
05:10
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Tread Softly Words by William Butler Yeats
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
En-wrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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Aneurysm Blues
03:30
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Aneurysm Blues
I woke up this morning with a pain in my leg
Went down for my my breakfast but I ain’t got no eggs
The milk had turned sour, the breads gone stale
It’s one of those days where everything fails
Can’t even bend over to tie my shoes
I’ve got the aneurysm blues
I went to the doctor my leg was in pain
Found out it’s a blood clot, could go to my brain
I said “there’s room for improvement inside my own head”
but the doc wasn’t laughin’ “you could wind up dead”
It’s one of those days full of bad news
I’ve got the aneurysm blues
My hearts still pounding
and I can’t swallow food
I’ve lost some bad teeth
and I’m in a foul mood
I still have my own hair but it’s a pale shade of grey
It seems that that’s the price you have to pay
For getting older and paying your dues
I got the aneurysm blues
Oh yeah
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6. |
Boundaries
03:46
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Boundaries -Written by Jon Anderson
O'er the green mountains and
O'er the green valleys
I've walked through the country
And felt me an age
A people so strong
They resist for so long
The boundaries that hold them
Children can sing of
The coming of Spring
A young man can't defend
What he knows to be wrong
Women so strong
Needing peace for so long
The homelands lay broken
So the refugee walks such
A long lonely road
As the weak will die off
Make the young people old
To redeem a whole country
For selling its soul
To the bastions of war
So the refugee walks such
A long lonely road
As the weak will die off
Make the young people old
To redeem a whole country
For selling its soul
To the bastions of war
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Senseless
04:58
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Senseless
Written 12th January 1989 Music written by Pete Cobb
Though I've said so much
Nothing seems to fit
Separate and infinite
It comes between decisions
Something solid something real
to mend the ragged split
Though I've heard so much
You never seem to listen
Desolate inanimate
Moving to instruction
Nothing planned All to waste
Not knowing what you're missing
One life to live
And two to share
Where did dreams of childhood go
Maybe we will never know
Two lives to live
One to share
Silence bound by empty tears
Wasted time in empty years
Though I've tasted more of life
The tree has not borne fruit
The intricate sophisticate
Complicate my future
I had my cake
And I ate
I drank the wine of ill repute
Though loves perfume smells so sweet It masks the scent of death
Overwrought in afterthought
Anticipating darkness
Buying time with friendship
To hold a dying breath
Half a life left to live
Nothing left to share
Where did dreams of childhood go?
Love arrow tangled in the bow
No life left to live
No life to share
No sense and no future
I cannot even care...…
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8. |
Uninvited Guest
06:00
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Uninvited Guest
It's been a while
I didn't miss you
When you're not there
I can forget that you exist
I live in hope that I won't see you
But I let down my guard
I shouldn't be surprised
That you're here
That you've come back again
All that I feared
To make my life a misery
Why can't you stay away
And not come back
Your only purpose is to torture me
Why won't you leave me
Alone again
I learned to smile
I had forgotten It's been a while
Perhaps this time
You'll not remember me
Perhaps this time
You'll be a memory unmade
And all the scars you caused will fade....
Like a bad penny that just slots into my skin
A breath that should be out
but ends up in
A rope that frays
and breaks
The pills I couldn't take
The cliff edge that I still am standing on
Alone again
Let's not pretend
I never asked or even wanted you to be my friend
Outstayed your welcome
You don't belong
I know your game
You want to be there in the end
But I won't let you!
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Small high window- Written by Mike Harding
There’s a small high window where the sun comes in
It falls and makes rainbows in the puddles on the floor
There’s a small bird singing in the broken pane
How I wish… How I wish that I could fly
Free as that bird… Out to the moor
And it’s every morning I get out of bed.
And me’ ‘mother’ has me’ dinner packed and ready in me’ bag
and me’ father says ‘Schools over now. You’ll be a MAN’
and the whistle blows
The whistle blows the day begins
The hammers CLANG!
And I work all day in dark and dust and noise
Where the hammers smash the steel and rock the world beneath me’ feet
and shining me move through the forges gloom
Like shadows burnt
Like shadows burnt upon the fiery steel
Oh fly away
Fly away little bird
Oh fly away
Fly away little bird
On freedoms wings
Out to the moor
But when Sunday comes and there's a weeks work done
and I take my dog and walk the old tracks up onto the fell
and for all that day I am freedoms king
and I can dream
and I can dream and hear the larks
Sing freedoms song
Above the dale
But there’s a small high window where the sun comes in
and a small bird comes for crumbs that I’ve thrown for him on the floor
and he flies through a shaft of sunlight through the broken pane
And how I wish
How I wish that I could fly
Free as that bird
Out to the moor
Fly away
Fly away little bird
Oh fly away
Fly away little bird
On freedoms wings
Out to the moor
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10. |
So Many Tears
03:22
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So many tears
He said his last line
took his last bow
and limped from the stage
the curtains have closed
Such a short play
No lines on the page
He died for his art
at such a young age
They believed in you
Can’t you hear their applause
Crying out for you
In a circle
They’re holding their hands out for more
Now the lights have gone dim
The boards only creak
With the steps of your ghost
Your shadow is weak
So many tears are cried by so few
Fading photographs
The only reminder of you
They all prayed for you
Not a dry eye in the house
Dusty empty bed
Waits now for your sleep to rouse
Tonight the mourning arrives
And so many tears
Fall for you now
And the waste of your life
The plays at an end
The costumes are black
The lights seen the last
of your final act
So many tears for you
Sting the faces of friends
In their minds they know
This is how it all ends
This is how we all end
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