1. |
Tired Folk, Tired Hands
03:07
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I gotta get my kin away from here
Situation's gone past all my worst fears
Authorities have flipped, the work's all gone
Gotta get my kin away
Better get our stuff together no delay
Nothing for us to return to back home anyway
Seems the whole damn country's gone down the chute
Better get our stuff together
Something on the horizon looking real
Soon hanging our hats on some new deal
Seems the whole damn country's gone down the chute
Better get our stuff together
Feverishly forging out the plan
Construction of a better land
I gotta get my kin away from here
Situation's gone past all my worst fears
Tired folk holding out tired hands
I gotta get my kin away
I gotta get my kin away
I gotta get my kin away from here
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2. |
Abandoned
04:39
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There's peace in the valley
There's nobody here
Been this way
For many a year
I cross the bridge
Hear birds sing
And the hilltop invites
No one to nothing
Abandoned
Out of mind
Stuck in their ways
Those left behind
Abandoned
For all to reclaim
Had its time, never again
I'm growing old
I try to keep up
But I lag behind
With a half empty cup
There's a house
Still looks the way
It was abandoned
They took nothing away
Abandoned
Out of mind
Stuck in their ways
Those left behind
Abandoned
For all to reclaim
Had it's time, never again
Abandoned
Out of mind
Stuck in their ways
Those left behind
Abandoned
For all to reclaim
Had its time, never again
Had its time, never again
There's a tin tabernacle
And an old wooden school
Carpenter's workshop
And a shed full of tools
Everywhere I look
All seems to say
Nice of you to call
Now be on your way
Abandoned
Out of mind
Stuck in their ways
Those left behind
Abandoned
For all to reclaim
Had it's time, never again
Abandoned
Out of mind
Stuck in their ways
Those left behind
Abandoned
For all to reclaim
Had its time, never again
Had its time, never again
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3. |
As Lovers Go
04:26
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Fine lines and narrow pathways
Rains old wives and sticks
Misty veils and shadow
Dancing in
It's that quiet somewhere
That riot on skid row
After all we're doing alright
As lovers go
It's that moment braking time
That something deeper in
The fear of dead air
Blowing in
So I stroll through the blossom
That unexpected snow
Been reviewed, we're doing alright
As lovers go
Outskirts of the day
Hinterland nowhere
Lotsa action
Wonderful time
Wish you were here
Outskirts of the day
Hinterland nowhere
Lotsa action
Wonderful time
Wish you were here
Now I'm cashing in my mantra
'Cos I like the way it flows
Just to say we're doing ok
As lovers go
All said and done, we're doing alright
As lovers go
After all we're doing alright
As lovers go
As lovers go
As lovers go
As lovers go
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4. |
What Are They Taking?
03:06
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Little fish, great big pond
Little patch, don't look beyond
World is reeling, waving wands
Are they mistaken?
Little somewhere to rest my head
When it's gone, South Road ahead
What are they taking?
Weird wonders every brow
Old crow laughing, wake of plough
Hypertensions, holy rows
My sides are aching
There's a train stuck in a far out station
Nothing doing, ain't moving along
Little somewhere to rest my head
When it's gone, South Road ahead
What are they taking?
Had the feeling it should be more
Than it is, well don't get sore
It's all our making, all we've done
As it is, as it was before
People sigh and people weep
Break backs on one-way streets
Cream elite, how do they sleep?
All their hip shaking
There's a train stuck in a far out station
Nothing doing, ain't moving along
Little somewhere to rest my head
When it's gone, South Road ahead
Can't help feeling a twinge of dread
What are they taking?
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5. |
Fair Winds
03:34
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Always remember I dream of you
Good times never blue
Days we laugh, days we smile
Days we sail even miles
When fair winds blow
Always remember, always sing
Joy you brought and joy you bring
Days of purpose, days of style
Days we sail even miles
When fair winds blow
Days we sail even miles
When fair winds blow
You sweet summer and all in bloom
You're a warmth that fills every wintered room
Loyal companion and a dear friend
And a song that will play until the end
Always remember, care for you
Take the time to help you through
Days of hope and days worthwhile
Days we sail even miles
When fair winds blow
I dream of you
Days we sail even miles
When fair winds blow
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6. |
Right To Real
03:37
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Got to get the old feel back
Got to plant my feet in the soil
Turning me inside out
Shouted down by holy rollers
Oh, what's the deal?
Faces I've come to know
In the windows of this travelling show
Right to real
Rolling out the numbers
Hoping that they all might catch and grow
Playing the field
If I were, if I were a rabbit
You know I'd run
You know I'd run too
If I were, if I were a rabbit
You know I'd run
You know I'd run too
Got to get the old feel back
I hope it's not too torn and frayed
Right to real
Two steps forward Mac
And you're in on the act
Right to real
If I were, if I were a rabbit
You know I'd run
You know I'd run too
If I were, if I were a rabbit
You know I'd run
You know I'd run too
Got to get the old feel back
Got to plant my feet in the soil
Turning me inside out
Shouted down by holy rollers
Oh, what's the deal?
Got to get the old feel back
Got to plant my feet in the soil
Right to real
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7. |
Marianne And I
03:46
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It's an easy roll poverty
Marianne and me
Got the bluest sky
Marianne and I
I don't care
As long as we're a pair
Marianne and me
Marianne and I
One time I would smile and restrain
Now we're a long way from the London rain
So we built something new
He was no good everybody knew
Don't give a damn
About your married man
Marianne and me
Marianne and I
Blending like all the colours of the sea
You and I making covert memories
The scent of thyme comes rolling
Down to us by the waterside
Of this Aegean isle
Now everybody agrees
Marianne and me
Sweetest light in our eyes
Marianne and I
I don't care
As long as we're a pair
Marianne and me
Marianne and I
Marianne and me
Marianne and I
Marianne and me
Marianne and I
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8. |
Deep In The Redwood
03:44
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Deep in the redwood
Beauty to behold
Find me a place to sit down
Good medication
Let the day unfold
No better place that I've found
Long time brother
Cross this space
Peace pipe I'm offering you
Pull up some dust there
Take the weight off
Good meditation
The owls don't give a hoot
My face like a weathered boot
No better place that I've found
Pull up some dust there
Take the weight off
Good meditation
Deep in the redwood
Moment to moment
Living in the now
Good medication
In the most natural way
Don't drag the past in tow
Long time brother
Cross this space
Peace pipe I'm offering you
Lookee here
Settle down
Good meditation
The owls don't give a hoot
My face like a weathered boot
No better place that I've found
Lookee here
Settle down
Good meditation
Bury me, bury me, oh bury me with this view
Deep in the redwood
Beauty to behold
Good meditation
The owls don't give a hoot
My face like a weathered boot
No better place that I've found
Deep in the redwood
Beauty to behold
Good meditation
Good meditation
Good meditation
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9. |
Long Grain
04:52
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Long Grain pedals steel guitar
It's the sound of the swirling mist
Rolling 'cross the morning bay
And up over the cliffs
Over the camp of creek dwellers
Muttering their rusted words
Over the seaside second homers
That prance about like birds
Long Grain drift that slide
Don't give a shit about all of this
Here in the Bikers' Bar
Set in stone heavy rockers
Emptiness of air guitar
A whole wide universe reflecting
In rows of polished chrome
Hogs that jostled at the trough
Now backfiring their way home
Long Grain drift that slide
And aim, aim it at the mic again
All those songs I've learnt to like
Long Grain drift that slide
Mellow park meandering
Summoning up a song
Industrial hum unnoticed
'Til it stops or goes all wrong
Shovelling through the dirt
Striking a lode of gold
Taken us from the hard shoulder
To the middle of the road
From the hard hard shoulder
Hard shoulder, to the middle of the road
Long Grain drift that slide
And aim, aim it at the mic again
All those songs I've learnt to like
Long Grain drift that slide
Shovelling through the dirt
Striking a lode of gold
From the hard hard shoulder
To the middle of the road
Shovelling through the dirt
Striking a lode of gold
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10. |
Grit In My Shoe
04:02
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Should really stop
There's grit in my shoe
But I keep going
Stops me thinking of you
That smile in your eyes
And the way that you talk
The flow of your hair
When you walk
I'm speckled like a thrush
From the spray and the dirt
Kicked up by traffic
Through to my shirt
I croak like a raven
But I can't come through
With the words
I wrote for you
I hear myself speaking
I wish I was dead
Far too many things
I should have said
To you instead
To you
That I suspect you were expecting me to
Think I've walked it off
Best I return
It's all gone countryside
Feeling my legs burn
Through yellow farm fields
And over old sunken roads
Zip up my jacket
And keep out the cold
I hear myself speaking
I wish I was dead
Far too many things
I should have said
To you instead
To you
That I suspect you were expecting me to
I hear myself speaking
I wish I was dead
Far too many things
I should have said
To you instead
To you
That I suspect you were expecting me to
Should really stop
There's grit in my shoe
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Jumbotown is the acoustic singer songwriting duo of Mike Davies and Paul Ivor Jones
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