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Yesteryear
04:08
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Yesteryear
Open the door to yesteryear you all can see him standing there with his maiden oh so fair, her skin like silk so black her hair. They danced around the crowded bar to well played tunes on old guitars the drink flowed on into the night until the moon shone full and bright.
All could see their smiling faces and the Love of their embraces spinning round all in a daze, singing through the drunken haze.
Picture now though If you can, see this girl with this young man sitting in their wicker chairs in the home of vacant stares. Crystallised and frozen here yesteryear brings not a tear but their future left unsaid waits inside their comfy beds. Tightly folded linen white now reflects the moonlit night silence beckons through and through now they know not what they do.
Could this be me and was this you?
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Miss Spentlove
03:36
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Miss Spentlove
He loved you for a long long time but you never knew
His loyalty caught on your line it hooked him through and through
Can it be that it all went wrong when he realised what was true
That your love for him was only in his mind that you didn’t have a clue.
You spent your time at home with all your family and your friends
While he would sit alone to watch the fire’s embers end
He looked up at the sky to name a star after his love
The Universe was at your feet you ruled it from above
As the years went by he didn’t try even to get close
If you turned him down you wouldn’t know that he loved you the most
Could it be that he might see he was just playing a part
They say that love is blind but he found that you sacrificed his heart
They found him on the rocks on the shoreline blue and cold as ice
The lab report was sure that he died alone that night
A one way love affair unaware that she sank him to his knees
He took his life to save a grave in a broken hearted freeze.
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Blue on Mauve
04:31
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Blue on Mauve
Look into a mirror not a screen you’ve seen a soul a mind defined face to face fallen from grace too late to change a course once free.
Alone you stand to find confined inside your cage: Regret and sorrow follow thundering within your heart Your inner space defies you to find who you think you really are.
Can all be lost in one line is this piece of misshapen phrase undermined by wasted time While waves of muted thunder cascade around the nothingness where the souls who’s future emptiness is destined only free to drown.
All is balanced by one word : Between sweet birds singing in soft melodic rhyme or the executioner’s hand to sever the head of our madman’s innocent crime.
At last to find a Love entwined with kindness lined with blue on mauve veined petals flowering with new hope wandering the path: Glass polished green and seem-less with future unseen the gift of Love given life in peaceful tranquillity.
Silence beyond words endowed with grateful compassion abounds around to satisfy. I rest my case at your command: To lie in waste locked in some forsaken place Or walk the earth an innocent man.
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Donner Wrap
03:57
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Donner Wrap
I like chilli on my donna onions peppers and tomata, swill it down with lager and a toffee honey chaser. Chilli on my donna onions peppers and tomata, swill it down with vodka and a shot of honey chaser.
Please don’t shout in my ear ‘cause you’re spitting in my beer, can you hurry up your order as I’m feeling rather queer. I’ve got this chilli to eat before I go to the big white telephone to say “Hi, hello”.
Is it shish you were wanting or nuggets you require? I’m struggling hard to keep it down, this is getting dire.
Chilli on my donna, try to keep it down. Chilli on my donna onions peppers and tomato, a technicolour pavement is on the agenda. Swill it down with lager and a shot of honey chaser. Can you hurry up your order as I’m feeling out of sorts, I’m trying to think of something but filling up my shorts.
My digestive system is out of control, I feel as though my stomach is bargaining for my Soul. The barman said “No”, when i asked for a gin, then she barred me when I told her to lose her double chin.
Chilli on my donna onions peppers and tomatas, but not at this minute, or I’ll wear my guts for garters. Let me out of here, please, I need to get some air, I need to get flat or in a comfy chair, I drank :
Fifteen pints before the lights went out, the ceiling disappeared and I went really weird, I remember waking up in A + E, the nurse said: ”hello, what’s your name?”I said my name is Mr G, she said “You’d better come with me”.
Gimme a shot of that Tequila you’re drinkin’, I wanna get wasted, some beer wants some sinkin’, I haven’t had a drink for at least half an hour, hand me that bottle, give me the power.
I’ve spent all my money on whiskey and beer, but nobody wants to know or to hear that I’m here. I’m desperate for a drink but I’m totally broke, It’s only twelve o’clock so it ain’t no joke.
Drink with the Natterjack, knock back the cognac, get back, jumping jack, don’t smoke the bad crack, leave it out take her down town in the Cadillac pull back the hood, If it’s sunny weather lay back.
Heading for a dive, I can’t abide the way you hide, but stop her from leaving and she’ll skin you alive. She will take you, and break you, and leave you by the phone, so : sell everything you’ve got, leave her alone you know.
The cats got fleas itching scratching all the day, take her to the vets through the nose you’ll have to pay. The cat doesn’t know, he doesn’t have to pay the price, but I think it’s either fleas or a bad case of lice.
Sing me a song after taking Butane, it kills all of the cells inside of your brain, Its not that the brain damage finishes you off, but the gas will help you deal with the pain.
Every time I call someone else picks up the phone, I don’t know why but I’m chilled to the bone, you don’t fool me, I know you’re at home. This time baby, I know you’re not alone.
I fell asleep in the gutter in the middle of the night, I woke up screaming as high as a kite, I was naked on the street and I got quite a fright when eight armed policemen took me off with a fight.
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Eternal Full Moon
03:56
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Eternal Full Moon
Fitful angels squirming fraught with red burned demons caught by fishermen drawing final breaths from Arctic seas. A catch once wild and free culled fatefully finally crept up behind angry wasted fragile habitat left hungry.
Waste disposal plastic Armageddon’s moon still full. Ocean fills all space across the globe without trace of Life once bestowed. Legacy of man’s deceit leaving one hollow receipt: A chaos now beyond reproach from earth’s defeat.
All the rest of time-Man’s currency Unknown by Earth’s design rhymes no season’s change. Back before the dawn of man:
Collision forces Life: Eternal Truth. Universal Love: Permanent Rainbow Notation: Music from a black hole. Chemical drip: Ocean coloured sky. Revolving cascade: Compassion. Realisation: Spiritual awakening.
Life; Truth; Soul, Peace; Hope; Love:
Nirvana: Eternal Full moon.
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Overdraft
03:50
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Hope
04:35
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Love Affairs
04:30
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Dignity
04:38
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