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Heart of the city
04:12
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Heart Of The City
Give me the heart of the city tonight
I want the heart of the city tonight
I want to catch this name in lights
Be the main part of the city tonight, tonight…
Show me a mug with a wristwatch as big as his hand
Show me a mug with a wristwatch as big as his hand
Once he’s had his use he’ll be a stepping stone
To reach the heart of the city tonight
Release this ball and chain, these streets are not the same
Give me the heart of the city tonight (heart of the city)
I want the heart of the city tonight (heart of the city
Release this ball and chain, these streets are not the same
Give me the heart of the city tonight (heart of the city)
I want the heart of the city tonight (heart of the city
Tonight, tonight
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2. |
I can see
04:50
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I Can See
V1
I can see, my eyes are opening now
I can see that you can’t bend a broken mind
If only to feel the way the sun might feel
As he shines over house or not, house or not
V2
I shall cu the strings that bind me here
And get up from my behind
I shall rid this dark pool of misery
And add up the pros and cons, pros and cons
Chorus
I can see clear, the moonlight man who carries me I trust
I will face, stand against the fears of change
V3
If only to feel the way child might feel
To free the shattered mind
To push ahead to higher things
And let the daylight in
Chorus
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3. |
Left us to burn
03:14
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Left Us To Burn
She gathered up the whole collection
Paid the bailiffs with her purse she did
Pit ponies and the down beat shelters
Rolled us up into a ball she did
See her waltzing in her middle aged heels
See her feet on the blood red ground
Starts us kindling in the poorest fields and…
Left us to burn
Left us to burn
One day ships will never sail from Hendon
And the big black God is under siege
For she’s pissed on us a sea of petrol
Flicked a spark into that breeze
See her waltzing in her middle aged heels
See her feet on the blood red ground
Starts us kindling in the poorest fields and…
Left us to burn
She left us to burn
There’s no food without farms, that’s the weasel that she was
Built an ark for her kind, filled with pain and caviar
While she left us to burn, from her safe and bloody shore
While she left us to burn, being the weasel that she was
She left us to burn
Left us to burn
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4. |
Heal of the night
03:10
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In The Heal Of The Night
In the heal of the night when the blaze has blown
In the heal of the night there was song unsung
When the men of mind did the whine and song
In the heal of the night there was song unsung
On the Wetherby side by the Roman stone
Four hundred lines keeled by lung
In the douse of the light where the cold wind blowed
In the heal of the night there was song unsung
In the spirit of life we were taught to sing
With the spirit of life we were taught to bring
Not the worldly calls for they eat too much
Let the demi-gods go, they are out of touch
In the heal of the night when the blaze has blown
In the heal of the night there was song unsung
When the men of mind did whine and song
In the heal of the night there was song unsung
We were taught to hide we were taught to cry
All the things that the real men despise
In the douse of the light where the cold wind blowed
In the heal of the night there was song unsung
Young spirit in the old, old spirit in the young
Young spirit in the old, old spirit in the young
Look out for the young
Look out for the young
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5. |
Goodbye John
03:49
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Goodbye John
July it was a fruitless month
Chibed molested and at the end of it a birthday
Thespian narration can only give half
And a rotten egg with spit on tithe other
In an atmosphere of salt
The human clock shook to the endowing of nature
The splitting up of two towns, everything is chaotic
And all that is real takes a back seat
That picture tells a lie
Just a s a song could hide a whim
New pressure is added, inane facts come to the fore
And the mind can but only distort
Chorus
Goodbye John, I hope your there to meet me when Im gone
My old son, the grass is black we both reap the same yawn
From the cabbage patch boy to the thud of a street car
As it moves with the wan of the morning
The pedantic light shift sends waves of fear over this solitary stone
An inflection has taken place
A recital of thought
An effortless sketch of a child like view
Of what appears to be true
I hear singing again
An erection starts
And the then the dawn, once again
Chorus
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6. |
Spoke in the wheel
04:16
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Spoke In The Wheel
Isn’t bald isn’t bruising
Has its flaws, it has it’s uses
It is not the rain, It is like the day
It’s more like a little spoke in the wheel
Doesn’t con though it muses
Neither fawn neither aged
It is not the Lord
Though it shuns the fall
Its more like a little spoke in the wheel
Fall, wintorm, ire raise
Fall, wintorm, ire raise
Has its cause, it has its face
It doesn’t cost to embrace
It doesn’t mind the rain, it is like the day
But it’s more like a little spoke in the wheel
Neither wired nor invalid
Cannot be made could not be harassed
It doesn’t rhyme with thumb
And it never sings the blues
It’s more like a little spoke in the wheel
See it pawned see it vacant
Neither fawn, neither aged
It is not the Lord
Though it shuns the fall
It’s more like a little spoke in the wheel
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7. |
Me and Mathew
02:44
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Me and Mathew
In the greenhouse, my Grandfather and me!
Sing little bird sing sing
Sing little bird sing sing
Sing little bird I love you
Let the soul ooze from your bill
Fill up both my lungs with oxygen
Fill up both my lungs with oxygen
So I can breathe in a new day
Fill up both my lungs with oxygen
Share with me your honey buzzing bee
Share with me your honey buzzing bee
Share me your honey don’t you sting me
At least until another year, buzzing buzzing bee
Tell me your tale old man
The tale of long long ago
Of all the beauty you have witnessed
Tell me that tale before you go
Speak of your life old man
Speak of your life Grandfather Mathew
Unfold your magic, sweet clasped leather palm
For there lies your Baccy old man
And pray make us merry Barley wine
Pray make us merry Barley wine
Pray make us merry allow us to sing
Sing, sing sing sing
In the summer of seventy three
In the greenhouse, my Grandfather and me
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8. |
We are storm
02:49
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We Are Storm
We are flawed we are
Bound down see us
Careless corpse see us…
Steal the dawn
We are storm
We are storm
See us born see us
Wind down see us
Fly low to our, blind goal
We are storm
We are storm
Many oaths that are
Bound down they are
Blind mistruths they are
Threats to who, they inform
We applaud in our
Safe score see us
Careless corpse see us…
Wind down
We are storm
We are storm
We are flawed we are
Bound down see us
Careless corpse see us…
Wind down
We are storm
We are storm
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9. |
Endurance
03:08
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Endurance
She tries to walk and free her heart
The weather stalls the angry march
As if a friend…
Her giving hands can give no more
How can she bear this heavy load
Such a cross to bear…
And just before she throws it all
The gift for life within her calls
Its holy call…
But if this road is for endurance
If endurance means a son
If endurance means a marriage
Then the pain is fun, purely fun
His forearms tend his crying head
Echoing leaving things and yells
Lonely yells…
If this was this and that was that
The sobbing eases as he stands
Such a lonely stand…
And just before he blows it all
The gift for life within him calls
Its holy call…
But if this road is for endurance
If endurance means a son
If endurance means a marriage
The pain is fun, purely fun
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10. |
Nancy
03:18
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Nancy
Nancy, I thought that you meant it
I have wasted my hope, lord I wish I’d never been born
The truth is, I am utterly choked
Debauched deaf and lost, and vexed as a cat
I have raised you, since you were a little girl
Now you leave me lost, breathless and grey
How can you, act so numb
Blinkered and huffed, and as cold as the mire
Nancy, how can you love
When you spit in my face, my wayfaring one
Nancy, I thought that you meant it
I have wasted my hope, lord I wish I’d never been born
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11. |
Wholly humble heart
04:22
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Wholly humble heart
V1
Every man must have his castle, and feel a hand caress his nape
Everybody needs a good friend, to give their secrets too
I too am no exception, I too need to be loved
I too desire a good friend, hopefully that is you
Chorus
There is no time to kiss a statue, someone who purely looks the part
One who transcends onto another
Wholly humble heart
V2
I share a friend who is a gay boy, she tells me he is full of love
Let Malcolm too be no acceptation, I wish him someone to love
For it takes a while to rekindle, no matter how many you manage to fool
For the first bite makes the deepest teethmarks, those wounds take a pretty long time to heel
Chorus
There is no time to kiss a statue, someone who purely looks the part
One who transcends onto another
Wholly humble heart
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12. |
Salutation Road
04:55
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Salutation Road
Tell Belle I got a ticket,
I’m proud I’m getting with it
Tell Belle I got a ticket home
Too many nights get ya bumping and ya grinding
Lord lead me down Salutation Road
Belle, I got the first train home
Salutation Road, I got the first train home
Salutation Road, I got the first train
Too many nights get ya bumping and ya grinding
Lord lead me down Salutation Road
Belle, I got the first train home
Moon-howl home coming hungry
Moon-howl home coming hungry
Moon-howl homeward point me home
Lead me N.E. where the ships are
Lead me North East when the ships are home
Lord, when the ships are home
Tynemouth North Shields!
Salutation Road, I got the first train home
Salutation Road, I got the first train
Too many nights get ya bumping and ya grinding
Lord lead me down Salutation Road
Belle, I got the first train
Tell Belle I got the first train
Tell Belle I…
Got the first train home…
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Martin Stephenson Invergordon, UK
Born Durham 27th July 1961
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