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Chi Chi & The Jaguar
02:19
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Instrumental ya wally?
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Honour Me
03:26
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Honor me
Why, won’t you honour me?
Why, won’t you honour me?
Are your eyes just too blind to see
Why, won’t you honour me?
Honour is a treasure we must feel
High intelligence from the garden of belief
Beyond the ego low, born in the garden of love
Sainted and painted high in the Heavens above
Why, won’t you honour me?
Why, won’t you honour me?
Is your heart, always as cold as steel
Oh why, won’t you honour me?
Why, won’t you honour me?
Why, won’t you honour me?
Are your eyes, just too blind to see?
Oh why won’t you honour me?
Why is your heart, as cold as steel?
So why, won’t you honour me?
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3. |
Helping Hand
03:28
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Helping Hand
Everybody needs a helping hand
Everyone feels sadness at their door
We’ve been around and baby we’ve been down
Your that helping hand and so much more
So lift me up, show me the way
Lift me up, need you today
Your the cool clear water on a dusty road
Your the home fire burning in my soul
Your the love invited deep within my home
A helping hand to lift me and to hold
Everybody needs a helping hand
Everyone feels sadness at their door
We’ve been around and baby we’ve been down
Your that helping hand and so much more
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4. |
All Aboard The 39
03:38
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All aboard the 39
All together on a Sunday,
Hear them church bells stripe the time
Whippets barking on their run day
Coyts are landing with a chime
Forte’s billiard hall is calling
Frothy coffee tastes sublime
Through the Coach Road early morning
All aboard the 39
I see the long road to Heaven
Through the ghosts of my youth
I see the factories and people
Who have shaped just what I do
I see the long road to Heaven though my childhood
Boyhood, manhood, to youth
At eighteen I was courting Hazel
She took me to see Quadrophenia
Watching the Disturbed at their rehearsals
Truly amazed us in their prime
I see the long road to Heaven
Through the ghosts of my youth
I see the factories and people
Who have shaped what I do
I see the long road to Heaven though my childhood
Boyhood, manhood, to youth
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5. |
Around With You
03:16
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Around with you
Just take ya time, in everything u do
Ain’t no rush, ain’t no race nor rule
Just take ure time, & quit that feeling blue
Take my hand and i’ll go round with you
No I ain’t no pretender, Im just a walker to your door
I want you babe but I would never try to steal
Now I ain’t no Hyena, just a hopeful cat that’s seen ya
I want you babe but I’ll leave things up to you
Just take ya time, in everything u do
Ain’t no rush, ain’t no race nor rule
Just take url time, & quit that feeling blue
Take my hand and i’ll go round with you
Words go round like the grape on the vine, baby I love you so
Be my honey for the road of life and I’ll never ever let you go
I don’t need these power women, with their power ways of winning
One glimpse of you and that was all there was for me
I don’t need these super models, and your age it don’t mean nothing
You got more grace than the mountains and the sea
Just take ya time, in everything u do
Ain’t no rush, ain’t no race nor rule
Just take url time, & quit that feeling blue
Take my hand and i’ll go round with you
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6. |
Love Don't Love You
02:18
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Love don’t love you
Love don’t love you
Love don’t love you
Love don’t love you
Love don’t love you
Crying every night
To try and heal the pain
Never see the light
Such a crying shame
Love don’t love you
Love don’t love you
Love don’t love you
Love don’t love you
When, love don’t love you
When you’re tired and raw
When love don’t love you
It kills you to the floor
When, love do t love you no more
Always have to fight
Take it on your own
Make it thru the night
And fear of being alone
When, love don’t love you
When you’re tired and raw
When love don’t love you
It kills you to the floor
When, love do t love you no more
When, love do t love you no more
When, love do t love you no more
Love don’t love you
Love don’t love you
Love don’t love you
Love don’t love you
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7. |
Come Back To Me
04:21
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Come back to me
You the flowing rive me the tall pine tree
I thought that when you left you would come back to me
I tidied up my room, put new pictures on the wall and waited patiently
For I hurled you as a boomerang, you did not return
Christ I never get the practice those Aborigines do
And all the love songs I once hated, are all I ever listen to
All their morbid words make sense now, gosh Im sick with gloom
Oh please come back to me
Now Im crying, can’t you see
How I miss you, don’t you miss me
A hundred cliches to go, I’ll cover them all here’s another
Won’t you catch me for Im sure to fall…..
Hair has turned to ashen face, pallid and thin
More more more a gothic punk the shape Im in
Im paranoid and edgy, jump at the slightest thing need you to look after me
Confidence is dithering, my work is on the stage
The advance is short, I can’t afford to pay the band a wage
And when Mr Ames puts me on the King Creole will you look after me
Now Im crying, can’t you see
How I miss you, don’t you miss me
A hundred cliches to go, I’ll cover them all here’s another
Won’t you catch me for Im sure to fall…..
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8. |
Heart Of The Winter
03:50
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Heart of the winter
Carry me over the heart of the winter
Carry me over the wide eyed sea
Carry me over this deep wading river
My brother my friends they’ll be waiting for me
By the waterfall I found my guide
Years of searching and I could not find
Staring at me from from out of that pool
Was my own reflection, telling me the truth
Carry me over the heart of the winter
Carry me over the wide eyed sea
Carry me over this deep wading river
My brother my friends they’ll be waiting for me
By the dessert edge, I found my way
Days of walking and Im trying to pray
Oh is this so blind, it set me free
A garden of plenty, shining for me
Carry me over the heart of the winter
Carry me over the wide eyed sea
Carry me over this deep wading river
My brother my friends will be waiting for me
Carry me over, this stumbling dessert
Carry me over, this burned out sea
Carry me over, this prairie of boulders
My brother my friends will be waiting for me
On the mountainside I lay my bet
Gambling questions could they be met
An answer from high, told me that I, must travel within
Using, using my own eyes
Carry me over the heart of the winter
Carry me over the wide eyed sea
Carry me over this deep wading river
My brother my friends will be waiting for me
Carry me over, this stumbling dessert
Carry me over, this burned out sea
Carry me over, this prairie of boulders
My brothers my friends will be waiting for me
My brothers my friends will be waiting for me
My brothers my friends will be waiting for me
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Cecil
02:31
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Cecil
Hitchin over the country, passing’s bye old friend
Braving up to all kinds of weather, & we got money to spare
But me & my friend Cecil, we’re two of a kind
Roaming over these roads forever like
Ghosts of an unchanged time
An unchanged time, a time that’s mine
And I decided, just where we’re going to, going to!
People call us Gipsy, others settle for thieves
But we go where the music takes us, it must be some kinda disease
But me & my friend Cecil, we’re two of a kind
We roam over these roads forever like
Ghosts of an unchanged time
An unchanged time, a time that’s mine
And I decided, just where we’re going to, going to!
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10. |
Mother's Son
03:37
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Mother’s son
When I’m talking to you Ma
I see your golden home
And I feel so proud and tall ya know
Just to be a Mothers son
I don’t need no warrior in me
To get my message done
I am blessed to know the truth my love
And to be, a Mother’s son
Well I’ve been up here so long now
I call this exile home
Though the journey has been dark at times
Least I’ve seen my children grown
When the sun beats down so loathfully
Still I never feel alone
For I can stand here tall and proud and say
I am, my Mother’s son
The open Ross-shire skies they cry
Then skim a rosy dawn
And the tender lark she flies so high
Soon to be in bond
Just like your sweet medicine Ma
I feel you call me home
For you have been the sail throughout my life
And I am proud, to be a Mother’s son
For Frances Anne Stephenson
24th October 1933/ March 2003
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Martin Stephenson Invergordon, UK
Born Durham 27th July 1961
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