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Let the people sing
04:52
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Let the People Sing
Been lying on this beach, wondering what it might mean,
If all the powers that be, just let the people sing.
What would it be like to stand in a sacred holy ring?
With differences dissolving in the voices as they sing.
And a mother walks on up, with her baby in her sling,
To tell the naked man,
That he never will be king.
The placards have been torn and the mob has lost its sting
So I say again um um um - just let the people sing (X2)
Chorus:
Let the people, oh let the people, oh let the people sing,
Let the people, (guitar slide) let the people sing (X2)
You need no invitation or sign upon your head,
When voices lift together who knows we might raise the dead?
The planets have aligned, let the octaves do their thing,
‘Cause all we ever wanted, was to let the people sing
Chorus: (x2)
And a mother walks on up with her baby in her sling
To tell the naked man that he never will be king.
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2. |
Katie
04:57
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Katie
Be the one, be the one, be the one, to quickly fall undone,
And rest yourself on a tune so easily now re-born,
The room does shift, the room does move, when Katie does come along,
They turn their heads, they hold their breath,..... when Katie sings that song
It never was, it never was, meant to be, so much fun.
The room is filled with soft light even without the Sun
She needs no words or offers any verbal crumbs
They turn their heads, they hold their breath when Katie sings that song.
Chorus:
Can you keep her to yourself?
Can you hold her in this wild yet fragile World?
She sings in every out loud, from every single hill, even from the bowels of Hell
Instrumental:
It must have been, it must have been - a gift - from another time,
To rest your hearts on her voice, always so sublime.
The walls fall down with every sounds, as we all sing as one.
They turn their heads, they hold their breath…. as Katie sing that song
Can you keep her to yourself?
Can you hold her in this wild and fragile World?
She sings in out loud, from every single hill, even from the bowels of Hell
Ummm…. When Katie sings that song
Ummm…. When Katie sings that song
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3. |
When David dies
04:49
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When David Dies
The 737 is taxiing out the final gate,
As David heads due South from the English rain.
The air is thick and the crimson light of this evening sky,
Won't deter this man from his poignant lines.
Umm…..um..What we gonna do my friends when David dies.
And I’ll listen hard to the firm raw Earth that lies dormant just outside,
What we gonna do my friends when David dies.
On every corner of the Planet’s soft and fragile skin,
He’s honed his lense of every living thing.
From the Tiger's tale, to the midnight owl on its lonely flight.
He leads us back to truths near where heaven lies.
Umm…..um…..What we gonna do my friends when David dies.
And I’ll tune my fork to the wisdom of the most ancient of our lives,
What we gonna do my friends when David dies.
Instrumental:
If I could have my choice of a Global King,
David seems real close, to what I think we need.
Let’s now our best base don those misty eyes,
And believe First Nations truths about space and Time.
Umm…..um..What we gonna do my friends when David dies.
And I’ll listen hard to the firm raw Earth that lies dormant just outside,
What we gonna do my friends when David dies.
The song of morning birds in my morning ear sings David other lines,
What we gonna do my friends when David dies.
What we gonna do my friends when David dies.
What we gonna do my friends when David dies.
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4. |
Sunshower
03:59
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Sunshower
Clouds floating in my eye more than something I can only see.
Dreams are wondering through my life passing doorways open wide,
And washing / gently over me.
Chorus:
All I see is light from these shards of falling rain,
There’s an empty clock upon the sandstone tower,
It’s love by any other name, this freshest of Sunshowers.
The breeze on the edges of my skin,
More than something I can only feel.
Visions wondering through my mind
Perfect body perfect time, some more than true yet very real.
Chorus:
All I see is light from these shards of falling rain,
There’s an empty clock upon the sandstone tower,
It’s love by any other name, this freshest of Sunshowers.
Washing over me, Washing over me.
The Earth face down I feel its love,
No need to turn your head or to heel.
Soaking deep inside yourself,
Oep to this subtle wealth,
Something hidden now re-revealed.
Chorus:
All I see is light from these shards of falling rain,
There’s an empty clock upon the sandstone tower,
It’s love by any other name, this freshest of Sunshowers.
Washing over me, Washing over me.
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The truth that can’t be told
Just last night, before the dawn, laying awake with radio on.
Everybody runs and nobody knows
The truth that can’t be told
He walks on up to the microphone,
Spins his web with his half-smile on
The script is run, and the data scorned,
It’s the truth that can’t be told
Chorus: Step right up and hold my hand,
Press your face to the wind.
Step right up to fires well fanned,
By voices that will only twist and spin
Instrumental;
It could be sharp like bent rose thorn,
The history is clear for a time to come,
It might be short or it might be long.
It’s the truth that can’t be told.
Chorus:
It doesn’t need water and it doesn’t need soil,
Never was natural and it’s always been
It’s written in blood and is regularly sold
It’s the truth that can’t be told
Instrumental
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6. |
Nick's Upper Room
03:49
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Nick’s Upper Room
The Angels gathered just beyond the open field,
And set their eyes on places that can’t be,
Measured by the chiming of the Chapel clock,
And the mist was more than I could ever see.
The hour is past the hour is gone now their listening,
And flock to hear the tunes that you once wrote.
The crowd has come to list to your teetering, between note and every other note,
between note and every other note.
Monks :) / Instrumental
Staring down and smiling from his upper room,
Wondering how now everybody knows,
The clockwork rhythms and harmonies that fell so clean,
Draw the crowds in rows and rows and rows
To think I lived so close and so near to thee,
On burnt hedge and lonely twisted knee,
The voices drift now into my upper room,
And the mist seems so much clearer now to me.
Instrumental, partial:
You voice drifts now into my upper room
And the mist seems so much clearer now to me, (x3)
Monks again…..outro.
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7. |
Hey Jo
04:14
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Hey Jo
Just out of sight, on a path so well-hidden
Comes the voices of old men, yet still plenty young
Is heard between midnight and the blackest of wishes
Echoed in chambers of some broken love.
Hey Jo, we know where you're going,
We know where you’ve been and what brings you down.
Hey Jo, I can still feel you breathing,
Please don’t run to the dark side of town.
Instrumental - drone….
Chorus:
There’s a lake on the side of a hill where the best of you’s sleeping
Where the body can rest and drink in the time that it needs
To wait for your chance is not now just what you're needing
And these circles of anger are looking for somewhere to breed.
Instrumental
The slimmest of wisdom has slipped through the ages,
And taken its place on the heads of its sons,
Demands to be strong and to understand thinking,
Has always be found to bring them undone
Hey Jo, we know where you're going,
We know where you’ve been and what brings you down.
Hey Jo, I can still feel you breathing,
Please don’t run to the dark side of town.
Chorus:
Hey Jo, I can still feel you breathing,
Please don’t run to the dark side of town.
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8. |
Rest my case on the wind
04:27
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Rest my case on the Wind
A strong Winter storm, blew in from the North,
The trees were deformed and so was myself
The castles been stormed, battlelines drawn
What should have been peace is now tattered and torn
You brace yourself and rest your case on the wind (X2)
Left alone for an hour or so, twisted and tired and thin
You stand attention and rest your case on the wind
A body of thoughts drift by your eye,
Like some vague distant twin
You brace yourself and rest your case on the wind
The truth had been scorned and quickly shut down
Nailed tight in box and buried alive
The course of events we couldn’t prevent,
Written in stone in some generals tent
You take your chance and rest your case on the wind (X2)
The judge and jury have gone to recess and the crowd is sipping on gin,
You brace yourself and rest your case on the wind.
A body of thoughts drift by your eye,
Like some vague distant twin
You brace yourself and out your faith in the wind (x2)
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9. |
England as a child
04:32
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England as a child
Seas, crossing many seas,
Coming for awhile, not leaving much behind,
Then coming back again,
In their black and wooden frames,
Taking life away, from what was always there or
Giving new names.
Masterheads flying Union Jacks,
Specimens for Kings home, lying on their backs,
Not taking any prisoners, canons ringing in their ears,
It’ll finish as it started in these final days of the Anglosphere.
Chorus: Even is how it's never been, and odd now is how it seems to me.
Time, Oceans of time,
Think I know way, but I think I’ve changed my mind,
The vision seems complete, through these cold and bloodshot eyes,
Now I see the truth as they start their long retreat,
Yes, England as a child.
Chorus: (different words): England, England as a child
Oh England, England as a child
Short instrumental:
Now I see the truth, as they start their long retreat, yes England as a child.
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10. |
Edges of Heaven
03:44
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The Edges of Heaven
Like the rising of the Sun, a monk there all alone,
Thawing white sheets in mountain storms,
On the edges of Heaven he was born.
In the desert, lost out at sea, had no measure by our degrees
They saw Venus during the day, on the edges of Heaven they were made.
Change: Coming home, just like any other should,
Resting in shallow pool of life …….all alone
We’ll whisper to ourselves and rest upon the edges of our soul
Instrumental:
What is the measure of the man, who finds a lost soul in foreign lands,
He knows each grass seed, yes every blade
On the Edges of Heaven he was made.
I theres an answer even one, with the rising and falling Sun,
Just the Zenith and Nadir
On the Edges of Heaven we all turn.
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11. |
Gathered in
05:01
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Gathered In
A knock came to the door, no one knew what for,
We never saw our brother stand again
The darkest dark dark night, stole away their lives
No last words no message to a friend
Boots rattle down the street like rusty tin
Ringing out the time for gatherin’ in
You keep your line of sight below your chin
And wonder when you’ll be gathered in.
Common uniforms, Trench coats in the storm,
What victory do they really think they’ll win?
Lazy languid eyes, and daggers in their smiles,
Those who’d done my brothers gatherin’ in
Faces rattle down the street with thoughts so slim,
Planning out their evenings gatherin in
You keep your line of sight below your chin
And wonder when you’ll be gathered in.
Instrumental:
Their even standard step holds tight their razor net
Scratching out the freedom thoughts you think
There is no space between their Fatherlands deceit,
Fear is all they’re fatherin
Their wives lives lives so neat and trim
Pretending they don’t know anything
You keep your line of sight well below your chin
And wonder when you’ll be gathered in.
Instrumental: (short)
You keep your line of sight well below your chin
And wonder when you’ll be gathered in.
You keep your line of sight below your chin
And wonder when you’ll be gathered in.
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12. |
Singing up Country
03:17
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Singing up country
Singing up country,
Reaching out hands not knowing where they might meet
Singing up country
Making more sense to me now
Never quite sure what it meant to me these landscapes born out of sound
Giving out life, give out love
Where love was meant to be found
On the edge of the World just where we breathe
The butterfly sings with the flapping of wings,
With masks and placards from your town.
It's flying alone on the slightest of breeze
To let you know what it's found
Singing up country
The monarch who we can believe
Reaching out hands not knowing where they might meet
Singing up country, yet never signing too loud
Listening deep, listing slow
Filling the space all around
The silence of notes that land on these lands
Making the ancients so proud
Reaching out hands to a time when we will be free.
The butterfly sings with the flapping of wings,
With masks and placards from your town.
It's flying alone on the slightest of breeze
To let you know what its found
Singing up country,
Singing up country,
Singing up country.
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13. |
If there must be a war
04:04
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If there must be a war
Unload yourself of bills that lead to your defence,
Burn all your bombs and planes, and save all the expense,
Arm yourself with humour and loaded metaphor,
If there must be a war.
Open up the gates and pull down every fence,
The arsenal is empty its freedom we’ll invest,
Send the old men that’s for sure,
If there must be a war.
Chorus:
I’ve been out this evening walking thoughts so strange,
Like a hungry fox believing life lives well beyond his range,
Old men across oceans still play this foolish game,
Don't put blood on my name (X2)
Instrumental
Banish all the voices of division and cold spite,
Offer up a candle to the merchant of these lies,
Who’d prefer us to live like bloodied whores,
We surely won’t miss their wars.
Chorus
If we fight at all its with flowers on bent twigs,
We’ll still outflank with our cunning sharpened wits,
They’ve never seen an army quite like this before,
If there must be a war (X2)
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14. |
Veil of reason
03:39
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Veil of Reason
Just before evening you lowered your veil
A twist of sound reason / turned my heart pale
And so blind,
I didn’t believe your questions could undo my mind.
Like two honest lovers dancing ‘til three
I never believed our love would ever be
So still,
Stiller than any question that pushes back time.
Pushing back time. Pushing back time.
Stiller than any question that pushes back time.
Instrumental:
Hold me so tight and so amplified,
Maybe profane or maybe just divine,
And so still,
Slipping beyond all treasures you’ll ever find.
Crowded by mercy that ran tired and late,
To the small amphitheatre of drums you have made,
Now so tired,
Yet the stillness you bring is sweeter than Strawberry wine.
Instrumental...
Pushing back time, pushing back time
the stillness you bring is sweeter than Strawberry wine.
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Greg Were Adelaide, Australia
Greg is a singer/song writer in the folk, indie style.
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