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Again and Again
02:03
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When you were good you were great,
But when you were bad you were better.
Just when you planned the return, I’d vanished again.
I’d vanished again, vanished again, I’d vanished again.
(Ooh!)
If it was ever the same,
Just take my hand, don’t dither.
Don’t be afraid, the debt will be paid on time.
I’ll pay you on time, pay you on time, I’ll pay you on time.
What goes up surely comes down.
I was so pushy, the thoughts of a clown.
Slurry and stuttered, bloody and bruised again.
You bruise you again, bruise me again, you bruise you again.
It won’t remain all day.
Sunshine will soon blow those clouds away.
Down becomes high, but then you’ll deny me again,
You’ll deny me again, deny me again, deny me again.
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2. |
At the Edge
02:42
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I tried to make my why,
From the middle of the road
Left behind and cast away,
For a worn-out moral code.
It’s a long way down,
Back to my home town.
At the edge, down look down to the daily round.
At the edge, don’t look down to the daily round.
I tried to be like you,
In your silent empty space,
But found a better view in this colder, clearer place.
Don’t need to feel this way, it’s a pain that is sure to be left behind,
Won’t ask you where its gone,
I don’t need to see to know I’m blind.
It’s a long way down,
Back to my home town.
At the edge, down look down to the daily round.
At the edge, don’t look down to the daily round.
When the day is done, please let me run,
to the edge, I’m at the edge.
At the edge, at the edge.
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3. |
Big Issue
01:55
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Old man, why are you waiting,
or what are you waiting for?
Back away from your road, I saw.
Woman, sitting and selling your issues like before,
Back away from your road.
Look ahead, look away, or simply look around.
You’ve got problems of your own.
Look ahead, look angry, or simply move the clown,
The broken bird won’t have flown.
Count your pennies, count your blessings,
And count your lucky stars.
You’re so far apart.
Count your pennies, count your blessings,
And count your lucky stars.
Three cheques away is not far.
Look ahead, look away, or simply look around.
You’ve got problems of your own.
Look ahead, look angry, or simply move the clown,
The broken bird won’t have flown.
(Big Issue, Big Issue)
Lookin’ at you, lookin’ at me, lookin’ at you, lookin’ at me
(Big Issue)
Lookin’ at you, lookin’ at me, lookin’ at you, lookin’ at me
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4. |
Colours
02:09
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She looked through her window at the lives passing by,
Considered the how, who’s and why’s.
Pour over the clues, the scars and the burns,
Was her red always green, a straight or a turn?
Which way to go, is what she didn’t know.
Was the green a red, or a blue instead?
One day it was he, a white hare moon,
The lover enslaved by the light of her swoon.
Red carried a warning, a shot from on high,
Green carried the wings, she needed to fly.
Which way to go, is what she didn’t know,
Was the green a red or a blue instead?
Its all make believe, and flowing like wine,
His words did deceive, to tempt her decline.
The colours she hears, and the feelings you see
Were make believe, but believe you we need
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5. |
Hampton Court
01:03
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6. |
Harvest Time
01:56
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Oh! I’ve got new clothes,
I wore them with pride.
Forget all the warnings, you tried to bury and hide.
With a used dollar bill, and some time to kill,
We’re gonna relieve the harvest time.
A time to reap, a time to sorrow,
A time to learn, a time to know.
With a used dollar bill, and some time to kill,
We’re gonna relieve the harvest time.
Harvest time.
Harvest time.
Harvest Time.
Harvest Time.
I’ve got new clothes,
I wore them with pride.
Forgot all the warnings, that you tried to bury and hide.
With a dollar bill, and some time to kill,
We’re gonna relieve the harvest time.
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7. |
Hi! Flyers
02:00
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HI! Flyers surround you, watching from below.
They push their way to the front of the queue,
They’ll be the first to go.
Hi! Flyers stay focused, and portray eternal youth.
Self-absorbed soliloquies in business cliches,
All strangers to the truth.
Come lets climb the greasy pole,
Climb onboard the gravy train.
Looking for the next big role,
And someone else to take the blame.
HI! Flyers surround you, see their highs and lows.
They drive their way through heaven and earth,
They’ll be the first to go.
Come and stand upon the shoulders,
Of the rest of humankind.
Watching them as they all grow older,
Bloodied, weary and resigned.
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8. |
My oh My
01:57
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Silence passes slowly by, so why aren’t you afraid?
Highlight the dues that were never paid,
And drop out of your victory parade.
Now and then, forgive those who fell in their field of dreams.
Now and then, it’s better to be who you want too.
My oh! my, what a place to be.
Simply sublime you’ll agree.
My oh my, what a time to be free,
And realize the plans we have made
Time was long,
So scared of the face in the nameless crowd,
Then I was,
forgetting that I could do something real.
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9. |
The Light
01:36
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Turn on the light today, it will be fine.
Turn off the thoughts that should be mine.
When you wake up in the morning light,
Dreams of a past that has resigned.
One day you’ll realize the dawn has been haunting you
One day a blanket of forlorn will fall from clothing you.
Rest with me awhile and reflect on what happened here,
Then turn to walk but start to run.
As fate and change will soon start to disappear,
Your caressed defeat has not been won.
One day you’ll realize the dawn has been haunting you
One day a blanket of forlorn will fall from clothing you.
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10. |
The Water Child
02:28
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Just a girl, in a Chinese dress,
This photograph cannot express,
The love and pain, that day I came.
A moment found and lost again.
The river flows through lonely miles, washing the hurt for the water child
The river flows through lonely miles, washing the hurt for the water child
Just a boy, trying to forget,
This photograph reminds him yet.
The sacrifice, the bad advice,
Forgotten life the bitter prize.
The river flows through lonely miles, washing the hurt for the water child
The river flows through lonely miles, washing the hurt for the water child
The water child…………
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11. |
Thin Tall and Gorgeous
00:47
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Thin, tall, and gorgeous,
That’s what I should’ve been.
Wide and bald and wanting, that’s what the girls have seen.
The girls never loved me,
Though I tried to plant the seed,
They just ignored me, in thought, word, and deed.
Better move along now, time aint on my side no more,
Gotta find a floozy who wont mind if I snore.
Gotta find a princess who is more than well endowed,
Gotta find a woman where my thoughts would be allowed.
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12. |
You
01:38
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You were a child, then I hesitated,
Next to you.
You were a child, but I kept on waiting,
Here for you.
Seasons change, Spring lifts up Summer, each day for you.
When I was waiting, hesitating.
You learn to keep waiting, there’s no hesitating,
For you.
You……
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