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The Old Man Laughs
03:04
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The old man laughs and the room is that much warmer
for memory puts his one-bar fire to shame
huddled in the afterglow of a younger sun
that burned with a sweeter flame.
He smiles to recall the fertile spring
when the rain on his flesh was soft and warm:
the grass burst into tall green flames
and he held a thousand stars in his arms.
The old man laughs remembering how he chose
a harvest moon to light his lullabies
and offered into fruitful nights
the rose that blossomed behind his eyes.
He smiles, recalling autumn nights
golden leaves and golden days
when the fledglings tried their wings
and flew into the Southern haze.
The old man laughs….
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Till I Find You Again
02:39
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With my guitar
I have built a wall
Of alibis
To shield my emptiness
And drive away the shadows
Of faces
I try to forget
I tried to write you a song
But the words got in my way
Just a wounded sky
Bleeding moonbeams
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3. |
Before I Fall
03:15
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I know I can be clumsy / I'm hamfisted as they come
I'm blessed with two left feet / And my fingers are all thumbs
But I can tie my own bootlaces / I can use a knife and fork
I get there in my own time / And if I can't run I'll walk
I don't need a nanny or a minder and if I can't cope, I'll call
But please don't pick me up (x3) before I fall
I know I tend to stammer / And my tongue gets tied in knots
I get confused and nervous / Tripping over my own thoughts
But I'll make up my own mind / If I'm wrong I'll take the blame
And I can finish my own sentences / Thank you all the same
I don't need an interpreter and if I ever do, I'll call
Only please don't pick me up (x3) Before I fall
I'm defensive and I'm obstinate / When things I say and do
Turn out upside down and in reverse / I may get mad at you
As well as me, but I'm sorry / And I hope you understand
I appreciate your putting up / With me the way I am
I'm trying to do better, for you, most of all
Only please don't pick me up (x3) before I fall
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The Chuck Berry-Beri
03:10
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I don't feel very much like dancing
No song worth singing but the blues
I used to feel like some kind of sex bomb
Till you absconded with the fuse
I think I need a holiday
So I'm out here on a midnight cruise
I've got the Chuck Berry-beri
Got to get a shot of rhythm and blues
I guess there's no time left for loving
Looking into your backyard
Dissatisfaction guaranteed
But back to you was just a step too far
The waves are blowing higher
And we were shaking at the end of the cruise
It's a fascinating rhythm
But I need a shot of rhythm and blues
I thought I saw your nightlight flicker
But I don't think there's anyone at home
Maybe I'll call you from the middle of nowhere
While I'm stranded by the side of the road
I still need a holiday
But I can't afford another midnight cruise
Still I can't break the habit
I need another shot of rhythm and blues
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Love Is A Knife
03:41
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Breeze on my body, the sun in my face
It's a do-nothing kind of day
Laying back in the grass and closing my eyes
Letting my head drift away
But my mind rambles back to that faraway summer
Less than a year ago
12 months can be a lifetime
More than the long years before
Was it so recent, that first light kiss
That wakened my sleeping soul?
It seems so long since you laid in my bed
So many bad trips ago
But love is a whisper, an echo, a candle
Wavering in the wind
And a year can bring changes too deep to ignore
And wipe out the person you've been
Now it's ten in the evening, the jukebox is playing
"It's all over now"
I doodle on beermats, chat with a stranger
Close my ears to the sound
"I used to love her": Lord knows I loved you
God help me, I love you still
But I talk at new faces and try to relate
I wonder if I ever will?
I suppose if I wait for an aeon or two
It'll start to make some kind of sense
But I've tried for a while, and I can't seem somehow
To think past the present tense
The fact is, it's easy to live without hope
But once let it into your head
And time is an arrow; love is a knife;
Loneliness a single bed
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6. |
Snowbird
04:43
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I’ve got me a golden needle to help me tie my threads
I’ve got a bottle for my baby and a blanket for my head
So lay down, lay down mama, lay down and let me be
Somehow I feel like old cold turkey has his claws in me
If I had a silver dollar like I had one thin dime
You know I’d clip that turkey’s wings with another shot of turpentine
And if I had me a roll as thick as my right leg
You know I’d fly back up up country like a snowbird to its nest
I’m going back right now, back to my daddy’s farm
If I can find me a rag to bind up my right arm
Soul food when I’m hungry, white lightning when I’m dry
And maybe I’ll get to feeling better by and by
So lay down mama, lay down and let me be
Somehow I feel like old cold turkey has its claws in me
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7. |
The Wheel (For Sarah)
01:09
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Sleep on
Sleep sound
The world will turn without you
Sleep on
Sleep sound
Peaceful dreams will find you
Some distant morning
Your innocence
Will brighten
Better days
For someone stronger
Wiser
The wheel will turn again
And you'll come home
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Bottle
02:53
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I called out softly through the darkness
Hoping someone might try the door
Hoping someone might have the key
But I don't trust the daylight anymore
Someone knocked the bottle over
It happened once before
I suppose it might have been me
But I can't trust the daylight anymore
I believe I'm getting stronger
Than I ever was before
But I won't get up to look
Because I don't believe in daylight anymore
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Where You Want Me
05:15
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You got me where you want me
Just one thing I’d ask of you
‘Cos you got me where you want me
Just one thing I’d beg of you
Honey, please don’t flick my switches
If you don’t want me to blow my fuse
I’ve got no plans for leaving
Nowhere else I’d want to be
No-one else is on my mind
There’s no-one else I’d rather see
But if you don’t like my peaches
Honey please don’t shake my tree
Pass me that bottle
Why don’t we drink a little wine?
I can see you’re nervous
But there’s no need to explain
I’m not here to fool you
You can take your time with me
But if you don’t want sugar
Take your fingers off my cane
‘Cos you got me where you want me
Any way you want me, any time
Any way you want me
You can have me any time
But if you don’t dig my taters
Baby please don’t shake my vine
Pass me that bottle
Don’t drink all that wine
It’s OK, there’s nothing to explain
I’m not here to use you
Take as long as you need
But if you don’t want my sugar
Please don't lick my cane
You got me where you want me
Just one thing I’d ask of you
‘Cos you got me where you want me
Just one thing I’d beg of you
Honey, please don’t flick my switches
If you don’t want me to blow my fuse
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Age of the Hero
02:38
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Deep down I know I should forget you
Get out with my ego intact
My head knows the end of the game
Is historical fact
But my heart never quite seems to make it
I can’t seem to learn to let go
It’s a one-way ticket to nowhere
But where else to go?
I took someone else to a party
In hopes of a two-way high
And stayed for a while in search
Of an alibi
Slipped out for some air and some distance
Got to thinking and wondering and then
I wasn’t surprised to get back and find
She’d gone home with somebody else
Now I lie on my bed, my mind racing
Watching dawn seeping in from the East
And the Age of the Hero is over
I can let go of that game at least
And I wait for the future to tell me
Whether angels are still to be found
And I’m trying hard not to stop hoping
That there’s still enough love to go round
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Blues I Blew
01:22
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There we were, my buddy and me
Two grass widowers out on a spree
Between the bar and the BBC
And nowhere much to go
Plans to make a wave or two
Adding up to two plus two
No complaints of nothing to do
With another 12-bar to blow
Another place, another day
Nothing very much to say
Another song I threw away
Another blues I blew
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Communication
02:04
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Sitting it out at the full moon
Reading my mail from the next room
Can’t you see we’re dying
Dying of communication?
Checking it out with the radio
Late late news is ‘no place to go’
Can’t you see we’re dying
Dying of communication?
Sitting it out in the bathroom
Freaked out on ego juice
Fighting it out in the bedroom
Wondering what’s the use
Everyone knows we’re dying
Dying of communication
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Raggle Taggle Man
02:49
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He was a raggle taggle man
In raggle taggle clothes
Reaching, reaching for the stars
As he wandered down the road
Once the world was at his feet
But then it fell apart
His friends becoming strangers
Who left him in the dark
His world was all in pieces
That he couldn’t shape at last
While the wind was blowing
Through the weeds and grass
People tried to reassure him
But still he lost all hope
And looking at his life
He knew he couldn’t cope
So home alone he went alone
And all alone he died
But everyone who knew him
Now remembers him with pride
He was so beautiful inside.
Oh raggle taggle, raggle taggle, raggle taggle man
Oh raggle taggle, raggle taggle, raggle taggle man...
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The Last Musketeer
02:31
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Now that the war is over
And the battles are all lost and won
The glasses are raised and the caterers praised
And the happy couple are gone
Bound for the sun on a honeymoon cruise
And nobody knows where they are
The last musketeer has traded his sword
For a mortgage and family car
All the words like ‘forever’ are spoken
Though the meaning’s not always quite clear
The wine and the song have together run dry
And the last of the guests disappeared
And mum and dad take a look at themselves
Now the last of the nestlings has flown
The last musketeer takes stock of his life
Amazed at the new thing he’s found
And a lifetime away from just yesterday
Well on the way to elsewhere
En route for tomorrow they pause to shake
Confetti out of their hair
The treaties are signed and the campaign is won
And another skirmish begins
The bride smiles and the last musketeer
Takes a look at ‘forever’
And grins...
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Marianne
03:21
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In the intimate oblivion of collusion
I see you dancing with another man
And I know that you’ll tell me it’s a really groovy scene
But I never much liked dancing, Marianne
So go take your problems to a new confessor
Perhaps he’ll listen while he holds your hand
But don’t expect him to provide you with the answers
It’s not a caseload that he’s after, Marianne
I’ve tried to talk it over as a lover
But I can’t seem to make you understand
You’re not the kind to be content with me the way I am
And I like to make my own scene, Marianne
I’ve got a little story I should tell you
How sometimes a woman needs a man
But I don’t think you even need someone to need you
And I don’t think you’d believe me, Marianne
And you tell me that I’m fettered by illusions
And you’ve had all the chaining you can stand
I’d hate to be the one to block your freedom
But I’m not into two-timing, Marianne
And you’ll tell every word I say is empty
And I know that you don’t need my helping hand
I’m not the one to say I didn’t love you
But I never really liked you, Marianne
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Highway Fever
02:30
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Those easy-action formulae lie easy in my mouth
Down streets I walked for ever while my head was blowing South
That same old highway fever keeps burning up my socks
The river keeps on running, I’ve been too long on the rocks
All along the waterfront the chance is lost and found
I’m halfway back to nowhere but my head is outward bound
I’m on the run, my head is free, my cover has been blown
And still I hate to sing these backstage blues alone
Out beyond the fences windswept trees lay down to die
But I'm staring into limbo as the 19.10 rolls by
And I’m weary to my bones of scavenging for dreams
I’d give my second-best guitar for an unread magazine
I’m weary to my soul and home is far away
Racing into sunrise and another Northern day
I wish I’d half a chance of another drink or two
This train moves too fast, and it’s bringing me to you
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David A. Harley England, UK
David Harley is a former professional musician, administrator, IT security editor, author and researcher, and former much else that is even less impressive. He now lives in Cornwall. More info at whealalice.com
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