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The day that your were born:
The clouds were painted a milky kind of grey,
Looked up and saw the sky was torn,
Then flung open the brightest sunny ray,
On the day that you were born.
The village gathered at our home and on the lawn,
Champagne chilled and then uncorked
Cigars exchanged in every nearest town
On the day that you were born.
Couldn’t hear the thunder, in distant field,
Knew you’d fight for every cause,
No new saviour just times of joys and tears,
From the day that you were born.
I’ve been crowded in by schemes and passing ships,
Salesmen landing on my door,
But life’s been good again, so very good again,
Since the day that you were born.
Instrumental
Stars aligned the saints smiled ear to ear,
No one cared you were Capricorn,
The cusp at midnight squashes every fear,
From the day that you were born.
Lightning whistles around suburban streets,
The cryer blows his old brass horn,
Common wisdom falls at your tiny feet,
From the day that you were born.
I’ve been crowded in by schemes and passing ships,
Salesmen landing on my door,
But life’s been good again, so very good again,
Since the day that you were born.
Angels whispered and monks shined up there bells,
At the cutting of the virgin chord
The crowd fell silent and they shut the gates of Hell on the day that you were born,
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Let me find my way back home
Let me find my way back home,
I Know you’d rather us be alone,
Let’s grab the keys and slip out of this Zoo.
There’s been a lot of weather ‘round
You’ve weathered everything so well,
Baby, baby I’m still in love with you.
I love the way you set the tone, maybe you’ve left that sprinkler on,
A little homemade bliss yeh, that’ll do.
Set the lamp to gentle light,
Take away is fine tonight,
Even Uber eats yeh, will see us through.
Chorus: Love the way you glide around, re-arranging vases now,
A touch here a touch there who knows what next you’ll do?
You slow me down and chill me out
Can I rest my head awhile?
A touch here a touch there, the rhythm of the breath of two.
Called to say you need the car
Your voice is always near not far,
Inflexions tell me more than what you knew
You never seem to worry if
Things are cloudy or we’re near a cliff
Always know you run me straight and true.
Chorus:
Let me find my way back home,
I Know you’d rather us be alone,
Let’s grab the keys and slip out of this Zoo.
There’s been a lot of weather ‘round
You’ve weathered everything so well,
Baby, baby I’m still in love with you.
Baby, baby I’m still in love with you.
Baby, baby I’m still in love with you.
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The Window
04:03
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The Window:
It must have been a slip of the tongue,
Something not easily undone,
If you want to lie, I’ll let you lie.
It must have been a pursing of lips
Words sealed by a kiss
If you to pry I’ll let you pry
Chorus:
Fool me if you can if you think you should,
But there’s a dark cloaked man whose nobody's fool,
And he’s coming slowly after you.
It’s writ across your face,
In dirty sticky stain
Come to the window and say what you need to say.
It’s writ across your face,
In dirty sticky stain
Come to the window and say what you need to say.
It could have been something I said,
Notions learnt not read,
If you want to fry, I’ll let you fry.
It must have been a new excuse
One you can’t refuse
If you want to lie, I’ll let you lie.
Fool me if you can if you think you should,
But there’s a dark cloaked man whose nobody's fool,
And he’s coming slowly after you.
It’s writ across your face,
In dirty sticky stain
Come to the window and say what you need to say.
Come to the window and say what you need to say.
Short instrumental-
It’s writ across your face,
In dirty sticky stain
Come to the window and say what you need to say.
Come to the window and say what you need to say.
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Workstation 49
03:10
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Workstation 49
The birds, singing in the trees,
The hour is late, later than it needs to be
The heart beats a quiet sound
Right here at Workstation 49.
There’s a girl in a cheese cloth shirt, clouding my visions, in ways inert
She lives a life on the other side, while I’m stuck here, at Workstation 45.
There’s a moat around your castle today and a boat without any oars
There’s a dream of how you might like it to be,
Even the dreams not yours.
From the West they build the longest line
From Chicago to downtown Shanghai
And now people fall asleep a t night dreaming there working at Workstation 49
A chain can’t be ganged, and a belt can’t be conveyed,
And a life you can never find, slumped over workstation 49.
Workstation 49
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The Sleeping Lane
04:59
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The Sleeping Lane
Scales falling of your eyes, clouds collide with bird and dragonflies
Silk glinting in the Sun, the wisp of spider webs fly off undone,
I’ve spent too much of this life in the sleeping lane.
Breathe one breath at a time, filling every space until it shines,
A breeze slides into your heart, armour falls and splinters into parts,
Chorus: The sound of rain slapping on this window pane, beating tighter than the nearest drum,
Helps me fall into a world I always knew that tells me that the best is yet to come.
Dreams lost and torn apart, stand alone and fumble in the dark.
Strands calling out your name, threads of truth you were born to claim,
Free flying high above, the sleeping lane.
Chorus:
Scales falling of your eyes, clouds collide with bird and dragonflies
Silk glinting in the Sun, the wisp of spider webs fly off undone,
I’ve spent too much of this life in the sleeping lane.
I’ve spent too much of this life in the sleeping lane.
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Real light on
05:18
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Real light on
The ball and chain’s been on, day and night weighing like a ton, weighing like a ton,
You got your slide rule out, doing all your sums, doing all your sums doing all your sums.
The clock is ticking on your day, testing you every second.
The dice is weighted wrong on all sides, throwing evens, throwing evens.
The bridge and road collide, a sinkhole forms, a sinkhole forms, a sinkhole forms.
Blame’s been running all your days, like a King tide in a storm.
Chorus (X2): Your life’s become real light on,
The mirror says that you belong,
You can’t believe what you’ve become,
Lessons and dreams, lessons and dreams stolen.
Lessons stolen lessons yet undone turn your back on where you’d come from. (X2)
There’s no drawing room where you can hide or reform or reform,
Your on a sunburnt rock, no place to rest your head on, your head on, your head on.
We drag this shiny stone along until we are brought down.
Chorus (X2):
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Left of the law
04:17
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Left of the law
Intro:
Gone, to the other side,
Words, written as a lie
Proof’s hangin’ on a subway wall,
Tried to live my life what’s left of the law
Tricks of a distant light, Choosing just to be polite,
The gaps between the words and what you saw,
Leaves you in a place just left of the law.
Chorus: Try, try as you might, the ink is black and the page is white,
The truth is clear but the justice lite,
Left of the law seems just about right.
Tired of heroes burning bright.
Great men theory eating us alive.
The Law of the land in the hands of the law, doesn’t mix like water and oil.
Chorus:
Born, in a dry creek bed, light refracts and is easily bent,
Just as your dream spill out into the floor
I find myself living just left of the law.
Just left of the law.
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Ten Years Gone
04:59
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The Landing
05:19
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The Landing:
Caught by the ankle, by the devil’s anchor,
Took our chances in in Van Deimen’s Land,
Looking for life and holy answers,
Ice blue seas and bleached white sands - Then 2 more instrumental sections to complete
She stood on a rock so tall and proudly, babe tied across her breast,
Spear at her side and looks so steely, eyes we would never wish to test.
We dream of love’s back home, turned our head and she’s gone.
We took our chance in a churning ocean, sailed through storms wild and strong,
Clung so tight to the sea - drenched rigging, crucified to mastheads torn.
Pity lurches in a midnight drunkard, blasphemy of rights we’ve scorned
Black man’s land drowned in whisky, God know’s there’s no right or wrong,God know’s there’s no right or wrong.
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The promise that’s never kept:
Intro:
The breeze flows across my face, so crystal cool and clear,
Touching these small beads of sweat or maybe it’s a tear,
I don’t worked so hard to regret, this promise that was never kept.
I live my so soundly, containing every fear, planning every week and month as if it was my final year,
Yesterday it caught me and I wept, for believing there’s a promise that will be kept.
Chorus: Led around the mulberry bush now down a deep dead end,
Leave me a in vacant place where fate’s my only friend,
The Circus has taken every loaf of bread,
Along with the promise you can only hope to rent.
The rich believe in justice, the lost believe in luck,
This lucky kind of justice is the nipple we all suck,
Flesh is weak as the eyes that seek to fetch, a glimpse,
At the promise that won’t be kept.
Chorus:
Maybe there’s a reason why I can’t still not let go,
Never was a promise that I could hope to own,
The Spirit seeks a partner it can bless,
Not the promise that won’t be kept.
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Jesus in a bottle
05:06
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Jesus in a bottle:
Intro:
Sold down the river, in the dead of the night,
Jesus in a bottle, with the cork screwed on so tight.
Caught in a fever, we knew it weren’t right,
Believing in Angles, and black versus white.
No crying no remorse, take no prisoners and stick the course,
Moral vacuums with their Trogan Horse, that’s what they say.
No victims past this point, fingers torn from joint to joint,
Make the most, as time is short,
That’s what they say.
Instrumental
All souls equal some less equal than us,
Middle class vision, blurrs in God we Trust!
Young Emmet Till, would turn in his grave,
With shopping Malls held up as the final enclave.
No crying no remorse, take no prisoners and stick the course,
Moral vacuums with their Trogan Horse, that’s what they say.
No victims past this point, fingers torn from joint to joint,
Make the most, as time is short,
That’s what they say.
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12. |
Pure Love
03:59
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Pure Love
Out in the open on a windy night, the eyes of the crowd went hot white,
I knew then and there things were gonna get rough.
You tried once or twice to smile my way,
We took our chance and slipped away,
All I ever wanted was to fell this young.
I refuse to look or listen to,
The smaller or the weaker half of you,
All I’m gonna do is just Pure Love, Pure Love.
Can’t believe what they tried to say,
They won’t get my time of day,
Gonna flood my heart with just Pure Love, Pure Love.
Just like a baby in a crowded house, when everyone’s difference just dissolve
And all that fire just turns to dust.
We’ll ride that bike on a country lane,
Where the hedge is higher than the empty plain,
Freewhellin’ from morning, noon to dusk.
Think like a winner, try to be true, and sneer at all distrust,
Standing in a naked circle of Pure Love.
We’re all just beginners, nothing left to rue, and self is just a bluff,
Lying in a naked circle of Pure Love, Pure Love.
I refuse to look or listen to,
The smaller or the weaker half of you,
All I’m gonna do is just Pure Love, Pure Love.
Can’t believe what they tried to say,
They won’t get my time of day,
Gonna flood my heart with just Pure Love, Pure Love,
Just Pure Love...etc.
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Greg Were Adelaide, Australia
Greg is a singer/song writer in the folk, indie style.
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