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Big sky new light
Big sky new light
Following dream time
We are leaving down time
We are reaching dream time
Attitude is uncool
Dark clouds bring dark fools
Break free from down time
Big sky new light
Big sky new light
We need a cut that just can’t change its shape
Big sky new time
Or in the gust we’ll just get blown away
Big sky new light
Clear conscience is a sure sign
Break free from down time
Big sky new light
Big sky big sky
New light new light
Big sky big sky
New light new light
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Sunday Halo
04:03
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Sunday halo
Berlin, Munich, Brussels, Bonn, men and women's voices all rapping on and on
London, Stuttgart, Luxembourg, Rome, another Sunday halo rapping on and on
Chorus
Another Sunday halo, rapping on my door
Another Sunday halo, rapping on my door
I hear the valves all warming up, feel it’s vibration hear it’s hum
This box of magic drives me wide, it’s Sunday halo rapping on
Chorus
Like a big old zeppelin it sits, almost filling our tiny living room
If only I knew how to work it myself, so I could listen to the spies speak in foreign tongue
My mother she hoovers up marbles, I can see her through my legs as I listen to the hum
Chorus
Why doesn't she clean it? why does she keep it’s big lid down?
Why can’t I hear it for the hoover? Why does she stand the goldfish on?
Berlin, Munich, Brussels, Bonn, men and women'sʼ voices all rapping on and on
London, Stuttgart, Luxembourg, Rome, another Sunday halo rapping on and on
I want to see inside this big entertainment ship!
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Cab Attack
04:04
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Cab attack
I canʼt see any violence, just a police car sitting at the side of the road
Ahead is still and silent, another jam with another three hours to go
I hope I make good time back, the streets are silent not a sign of a single soul
I hope they donʼt do a runner, three deadheads in the back and a bum in the front
Cab attack, cab attack
Cab attack, cab attack
(Guitar solo)
As we finally make it, these bums are looking more like theyʼre gonna blow
This address seems made up, I’m sensing trouble so I brake hard and I grab my float
All hell breaks out, I get pummelled in the stomach by the bum in the front
They wipe me out, almost break my neck
These bums have done a runner from a three hour trek
I cry for help with eyes all fat, just another sad victim of a cab attack oh no!
Cab attack, cab attack
Cab attack, cab attack
I canʼt see any violence, just a police car sitting at the side of the road
Ahead is still and silent, another jam with another three hours to go
I hope I make good time back, the streets are silent not a sign of a single soul
I hope they donʼt do a runner, three deadheads in the back and a bum in the front
Cab attack, cab attack
Cab attack, cab attack
It’s a young man’s game!
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8:30 Mowbray Morning
04:13
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8:30 Mowbray morning
Itʼs raining down anvils itʼs raining birds dead
This old jacketʼs windy this old jacketʼs dead
And thereʼs nothing really going no space to creep up
Your porch is alarmed for the night’s lonely moths
Chorus
Still I, wanna get next to you
And itʼs not all I want to do
The buses have stopped the Raggies long gone
Except him on that park bench, he’s a snore in a song
Now donʼt think me forward, donʼt think me corny
But youʼre two years older than me and ya getting me horny Anna
Chorus
I'm twenty years old with a fiver to burn
Mowbray parkʼs buzzing with so much to learn
Jimmy! It’s 8:30 Mowbray morning
I’ve 55 big mushees we’ll trip until dawn
Then scrounge off the winos who camp on the lawn
Fozzy! It’s 8:30 Mowbray morning
The taxi is silent Tunstall’s just gone
That was one wild night, the meter clicks on
Chorus/outro
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Neon Sky
04:53
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Neon sky
Wynd your mind away through awesome sky
Over fields and hills where orchids lie
Dream upon a scream which helps you find yourself
Itʼs long since woe tapped on your door
I’m only one chapter in your book of love
Others fade into your life then slowly fade away
Is the only answer in neon sky?
Tingling sensation pass right through me
Tingling sensation
Wynd your mind away through awesome sky
Over fields and hills where orchids lie
I’m only one chapter in your book of love
Others fade into your life then slowly fade away
Is the only answer in neon sky?
By and bye
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We can roll
03:40
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We can roll
Come on over, pretty darling
Stop your work I have something in mind
You look so good this morning, lets take a walk outside
Come stroll with your lover, spend some intimate time
Let the wind caress you let it ease your mind
Embracing this morning be a man and his wife
Embracing this morning be good friends for life
Chorus
We can roll, we can roll
We can roll, we can roll
Kick off our shoes skip the work to do
It’s our own time now we can roll
Free from the chains, far from the crowd
All our cares have been lifted away
You look so good this morning
Come share this beautiful day
Chorus
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Ballad of the English rose
This is the story of an English rose, who sank to a level of despair
Her hills and her valleys saw her children float, way beyond the saving of repair
Chorus
Dom da-doorah doorah hey! Dom da-doorah hey!
Pray you watch your soul and watch your faith
I bring you the ballad of the English rose, and pray your journey keeps you safe
Her monks and her saints were her very soul, sadly most of them lie butchered long ago
Since then this tiny island tried to hold the waves, that’s when this tiny island did fuck up
By Danes and by Romans came this want to own, all sucking at her breast all killing soul
Hence the rose did follow and did try what’s grand, the mirror her sad sister poor Ireland
Chorus
Our massacred halos all massacred numb, empty churches show a wounded home
Through faith and the ballad we have but come, to a shore near Saint Oswin where the blood did run
And incarnation as ballad at this shore, I can see the craze has lingered to now from before
Subtle clothes of change the spirit sees with age, all echoing on earth the hell goes on
Chorus
I fear the English rose, is all evil and all blue, a game at being friends with no care for me nor you
I fear the English rose, like most insect traps, is thin and bonny coloured, with death beneath its cap
I fear the English rose, is a prison and not free, and all that ever mattered were her saints and her sea
Chorus
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The Boy's Heart
04:32
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The Boy’s Heart
Oh arrow straight and slender, with grey eyes unafraid
You see the rose’s splendour, nor wreck that they shall fade
Youth in its flush and flower, bare the soul of whitest flame
Eternity in an hour, all life and death in a game
May youth forever weave you, his magic around your ways
And time the robber leave you the boy’s heart all your days
Letʼs free ourselves, break out of life’s weight and chains
Piss off to Texas, forget the game
Letʼs free ourselves, break out of life’s weight and chains
Go get a whiskey, forget the game
We’ll be living out December, from morrow through to morrow
An old belief to lead us, pencil birth to follow
Surrounded by a new time, of new flesh and new life
So we will weep December, so we will weep new life
Come the all important morning
A child will have blended, his birth will follow
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Map in the world
03:25
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Map in the world
Thereʼs a map in the world
It’s our main concern
It is good land in bad hands
From the people who look like we do
Thereʼs a duty to this earth
From our departure way back to birth
So wake up, begin to serve
At least we’ve a map in the world
Torn in many places is the vision of our kind
We seek the bottom of the valley
Shun the view from either side
There the struggle can be plenty
Faith far from the mind
So let us move in mass agreement
Avoid pain save time
Thereʼs a map in the world
It’s our main concern
It is good land in bad hands
From the people who look like we do (they are not us)
Thereʼs a duty to planet earth
From our departure way back to birth
So wake up, begin to serve
Least we’ve a map in the world
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Sentimental Journey
03:09
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Sentimental journey
Let me take you on, a sentimental journey
Let me take you on, a sentimental journey
Let’s re-stir some old emotion, emotions that were real once
Donʼt you wonder where they go, donʼt you wonder why youʼre here?
Chorus
Through your first summer love and all the songs that were around then
Youthʼs carefree reckless hedonistic bliss, to the day that you fucked up
Chorus
To the first time you cried, the first time you sang
To the first time you hurt, where your memory began
We’ve a high stretch to make, though we’ve travelled awful ways
But a sentimental journey can put meaning in your days
Chorus
So the next time you go driving in your body car
Remember it’s your body, it’s your car, you exist after to exist before
Should the blind emotions of this earth, tie you down or break you first
Take a sentimental journey, seek out your truth and worth
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Him, her and the moon
03:05
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Him, her and the moon
Him, her and the moon
Two swans who duck In a pool
The misery speaks for itself
Reflects in the light of affair
Him, her and the moon
Whose magic seems to go on
The shadows weep this affair
Romantically hosted festooned
Announcing the death of their souls
Cajoling rose petal all holed
No humile could ever cancer the two
Occident, Neptune and who?
Him, her and the moon
Two swans who duck In a pool
No humile could ever cancer the two
Him her and the moon
Announcing the death of their souls
Cajoling rose petal all holed
No humile could ever cancer the two
Occident, Neptune and who?
Him, her and the moon
Whose magic it seems to go on
Disnchanted disdainful marooned
Just him, her and the moon
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Hollywood fields
03:43
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Hollywood fields
Iʼd often see her dream of the Hollywood fields
At the back of her factory, see her fingers weave
She would slip off her apron and breeze and breeze
Through the Hollywood fields, through her favourite scenes
See her dance with the women and the men of her day
Perform to children at penned-in play
Through a mesh besetting them, they would point and say
“Ah look at that mad cow!” as her workmates gazed
She’d sing, “California here I come, right back where I started from
These slums to the golden gate, a much kinder nicer place”
The hills were golden and climate warm
When I witnessed her downfall, the bell had not yet gone
The school the factory, turned a roman muck
Even the corn mocked as derision struck
I gripping the wire, with tears and snots down my clefts
While the Hollywood fields turned a dung filled trench
And on her return to the jeering overalls mid her block
Her humiliated back I could barely see for my tears and my snots
Through the crude wire fence, through the Hollywood stench
I thought: peasants are the workers, peasants are these children
And all who laugh at dreams
She’d sing, “California here I come, right back where I started from
These slums to the golden gate, a much kinder nicer place”
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Martin Stephenson Invergordon, UK
Born Durham 27th July 1961
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