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Fox
05:51
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The fox stood poised on beaten track with choice of where to go
Had left behind a deceptive pack now longs for love and care
I watched her from behind the woods fascination grew
The way she walked and moved and stood my mind had been ensnared
Her tail flicked she turned her head our eyes met through the leaves
Nervously I nearly fled but her eyes warmed to me
A fox of grey and fiery red fur bristling in the breeze
She moved close my heart beat sped our lives locked instantly
We'd see each other more and more while hunting by the reeds
We'd play together pounce and paw and curl up side by side
Sleep warm together on the floor our love a fierce need
Our bond becoming strong and sure attached from deep inside
As time passed on her paths unfurled the fox knew she was tightly curled
In a life with paths she did not explore and deep within she yearned for more
The fox stood poised on beaten track with choice of where to go
Her future there no going back I stand beside and wait and see
No one can tell where she might go or what her future will show
I cling to hope and strive to know some part of that future is me
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Lucy
03:47
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Lucy had ambitions was her mission and aim to rise
To rise high above the world unfurled in the sky
Free from anything and anyone down below
A dream sublime but a dream is all she'll ever know
Grow wings for the tears of a giant
Lucy never learned to fly she never even flew a kite
A piece of fabric in the air that was blowing out of sight
Her wonder as she'd ponder on her thoughts of soaring by trees
The melancholy look of follied wishes she sees
Hides her head and retreats through the leaves
Waves her dreams the white flag and silently grieves
Grow wings for the tears of a giant
Lucy never learned to fly she never even flew a kite
A piece of fabric in the air that was blowing out of sight
She knows the difference between what can and can't be done
But when you never try you never can outrun
The bad times and the empty ones They fire shots of steel
Choose to accept your fate or bring forth your shield
Grow wings for the tears of a giant
Lucy never learned to fly she never even flew a kite
A piece of fabric in the air that was blowing out of sight
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3. |
Fear
04:37
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We sit smoking in our cars or in bars with lonely old guys come too far
Who sit and drink away their low light boozing that they call a day
And cities falling to the ground with low life politicians crawling all round
Trying to explain the mess they're making hiding the fact it’s for their own sake
And as we follow them around trying to make them hear the sound we're making
Massive companies enslave the ones in poverty
So let’s you and I sail into the sea
And find ourselves an island away from all humanity
We shall live free with no compromise
Underneath the palm trees just you and I
Now the real problem lies with you being the one for which my mind pursues
And longs for when I see you there but how can it be know when I'm ensnared
In fear words that can't be found grasping in the dark
looking for the spark to turn things round
Fighting with the mind trying to insist but body will resist I find
Watching as you smile wishing I could open up and speak my mind
And put my trust in you hold you in my arms and together we'll walk through
I'll say let’s you and I sail into the sea
And find ourselves an island away from all humanity
We shall live free with no compromise
Underneath the palm trees just you and I
I will fly away from here
And tell myself that all of this is really possible
I will try and break from my mind
And you will know that all of this is really possible
Together we will break through
I'll say let’s you and I sail into the sea
And find ourselves an island away from all humanity
We shall live free with no compromise
Underneath the palm trees just you and I
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4. |
Holding On
05:23
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You were as the only thing reflected from my smiling eyes
deeper than you ever could have known my dear
sitting on the poolroom table even then i knew
that you would help me on my way
you snuck out to see me that night later we crept in
ever since that moment i was air and you the wind
blindly kissing handing out our hearts
Holding on while time takes over
Pictures hang in wooden frames moments caught in time remain
words last longer than the mind books in boxes stored
dusty from a time when we were young and it was easy
to love the one who led me on my way
We sank quickly deeper like a stone into the well
burning bright and fast nothing around us as we fell
stamping words and pictures in our hearts
Holding on while time takes over
I know now that you are gone time prevailed and now has won
but time was right we never could have been my dear
the knife’s for bread the spoon’s for soup and that is how it goes
still I had helped you on your way
cloudy nights and salted showers passed around my head
time’s old hand was held out to pull me from my bed
nursing me to health curled in his arms
Holding on while time takes over
Happy now to leave behind the red hot flame that I had owned
leave it to books in boxes pictures in their frames
all the songs once played to me now happily I can hear
and now I can sing to you this song
you have made me what I am and I'm happy being me
I wear an old scarf round my waist and go out in the day
playing cards with Chronus on the hill
Holding on while time takes over
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Lullaby
05:44
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floating astray drifting off focus
falling away making the most of
what is not really there
They tell me their woes they tell me their stories
they tell me their hopes expecting more
from me to show in my eyes
but their words all around fall right through me
and the sounds all around my lullaby
I'll fly I'll fly away
Where I will fly I will stay
I'll fly I'll fly away
Where I will fly I will stay
Reply to their words voice in the distance
climbing on board just for an instant
falling into the fire
Transparent words butterfly voices
loops lifting high two worlds are drifting out
breaking apart
and the words all around fall right through me
and the sounds all around my lullaby
I'll fly I'll fly away
Where I will fly I will stay
I'll fly I'll fly away
Where I will fly I will stay
and there I will ride
lost in my mind
and there I will be
until I break free
and the words all around fall right through me
and the sounds all around my lullaby
and the words all around fall right through me
and the sounds all around my lullaby
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6. |
Wild Mountain Thyme
05:00
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Oh the summer time has come
And the leaves are sweetly blooming
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather
Will you go lassie go
And we'll all go together
To pull wild mountain thyme
From around the blooming heather
Will you go lassie go
I will build my love a bower
By yon clear crystal fountain
And on it I will pile
All the flowers of the mountain
Will you go lassie go
And we'll all go together
To pull wild mountain thyme
From around the blooming heather
Will you go lassie go
I will range through the wild
To the deep glen sae dreamy
And return with their spoils
To the bower of my dearie
Will you go lassie go
And we'll all go together
To pull wild mountain thyme
From around the blooming heather
Will you go lassie go
If my true love she'll not come
Then I'll surely find another
To pull wild mountain thyme
From around the blooming heather
Will you go lassie go
And we'll all go together
To pull wild mountain thyme
From around the blooming heather
Will you go lassie go
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7. |
To Autumn
04:32
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Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core
To swell the gourd and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel to set budding more
And still more later flowers for the bees
Until they think warm days will never cease
For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep
Drowsed with the fumes of poppies while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twinèd flowers
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Keep steady thy laden head across a brook
Or by a cider-press with patient look
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours
Where are the songs of Spring Ay where are they
Think not of them thou hast thy music too
While barrèd clouds bloom the soft-dying day
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river-sallows borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn
Hedge-crickets sing and now with treble soft
The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies
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8. |
Sixteen
05:15
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Having a conversation in my head
as if you were still there planning all the things I would have said
Wandering along the road of life
I realise it’s a cul de sac and there’s no way back
How has all this passed it’s later than it seems
I yearn for a glance now I long for what might have been
your voice came to me and woke me from a dream
asking for the tunes of when we were just sixteen
So I go on wondering any way I feel
should I stay settle here sleep away the years
the pictures on the wall they keep talking in my head
but they’re talking too loud to hear what is being said
How has all this passed it’s later than it seems
I yearn for a glance now I long for what might have been
your voice came to me and woke me from a dream
asking for the tunes of when we were just sixteen
I wander on shrouded in a mist on ghosts who once were there
you shine through the haze saying you always cared I just stood and stared
my mouth slack with unbelieving but why would you be deceiving
I realised what I’d been fearing I thought
the cul de sac was forced on me hearing your voice
but all along it was my choice
How has all this passed it’s later than it seems
I yearn for a glance now I long for what might have been
your voice came to me and woke me from a dream
asking for the tunes of when we were just sixteen
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