1. |
Lindsay
04:07
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Lindsay love, the colour of the summer sky
Like a long streak of aqua blue
Sunlight in your eyes a-glowing
Funny that's how I remember you
Let's meet on, on the road that you're going on
It's the road that I'll be taking too
Someday before we're knowing
We'll find the times to pull us through
Someday before we're knowing
We'll find the times to pull us through
I took off in retreat
And pulled myself clear
I needed those tried and tested
Things to be near
Lindsay love, a fool stands looking back
At the words they failed to say
At the words that went missing
Wouldn't matter anyway
At the words that went missing
Wouldn't matter anyway
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2. |
Ramblin' Fever
03:52
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Sure love you, sure love you but I cannot stay
Shakin' quakin' got to get away
Get back on the trail again
Got ramblin' fever through my veins
Trundlin' wagons, trundlin' wagons and rollin' plains
Wide open spaces that never end
When I get my cure I'll be back again
Got ramblin' fever through my veins
Wide open spaces that never end
When I get my cure I'll be back again
Got ramblin' fever through my veins
Hard road blues
When you're thrown down
Keep a going
From town to town
Winding track
Walking slow
Seeing things
Best not to know
Most days it seems, most days it seems
That my legs have gone ahead of me
But no change in the game it seems
Ramblin' fever through my veins
Sure love you, sure love you but I cannot stay
Shakin' quakin' got to get away
Get back on the trail again
Got ramblin' fever through my veins
Got ramblin' fever
Got ramblin' fever
Got ramblin' fever through my veins
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3. |
Freedom Way
03:55
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Day has soul, carry pack
One way trip, no turning, turning back
No delay, bad situations
Whistle stops and fleeting stations
It's all Shangri-La
With my Neil Young guitar
So fine, a retro line
Let the soundtrack play
A little something I've been preaching
Simple life I've trouble reaching
It's become that kind of place
Attracting those with little taste
Say Veronica
You got Bob's harmonica
Takes me to another time
Let the soundtrack play on Freedom Way
Say Veronica
You got Bob's harmonica
Takes me to another time
Let the soundtrack play
Call the odds now or never
Tilt our hats against the weather
Only thing I know tonight
Basic grasp of what's wrong and right
It's all Shangri-La
With my Neil Young guitar
So fine, a retro line
Let the soundtrack play on Freedom Way
On freedom, Freedom Way
On freedom, Freedom Way
It's all Shangri-La
With my Neil Young guitar
So fine, a retro line
Let the soundtrack play on Freedom Way
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4. |
My Old Bones
02:23
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Oh my old bones
Finding their way home
My old bones
Have a dance of their own
My old bones
A proud man indeed
Face-planted in the roadside weeds
Why is it hell
Doing things I used to do so well?
Oh my old bones
Lying down like stone
My old bones
Crackity crackity they go
My old bones
A proud man at that
Sick all over the welcome home mat
My old bones
My old bones
Why is it hell
Doing things I used to do so well?
Why is it hell
Doing things I used to do so well?
Why is it hell
Doing things I used to do so well?
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5. |
Every Part Of You
04:16
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Wanting every part of you, like the air I breathe
Feelings I must relay
Wanting every part of you, you're everything I need
All the words I couldn't say
Always near, never far
Never the fleeting shooting star
Or enclosed by fences high
Sorry as a river bed dry
Wanting every part of you, forsaking all I know
In pockets of retreat
Wanting every part of you, places where you go
Heart of broken beats
Crazy as the northern lights
Holy as a month shut tight
The byline setting sun
Mending ways for days to come
Always trying, no deed undone
Mending ways for days
And wanting every part of you
Searching high and low for answers
But never do they yield
Only when I'm washed up
Will all be revealed?
Wanting every part of you, like the air I breathe
Feelings I must relay
Wanting every part of you, you're everything I need
All the words I couldn't say
Always near, never far
Never the fleeting shooting star
Or enclosed by fences high
Sorry as a river bed dry
Always trying, no deed undone
Mending ways for days
And wanting every part of you
And everything you do
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6. |
A Little Too Much
05:01
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A little too much
Reddens my eyes
There's a bad news comet
Tracing across the skies
A little too much what can I say
Hope tomorrow I won't feel this way
Trying to find what can't be found
Search for answers till my hair drags the ground
Shackles and chains, my head is busted
In ties and binds
Shackles and chains, a little too much going
On in my mind
Used to be alone a lot then I strayed
Used to be a stranger then I stayed
Oh, it's a mean scene
Even the hippies here walk with a load
Slowly learning - celluloid burning
Up in the reels - how not to feel
Shackles and chains, my head is busted
One messed up plight
Shackle and chains, like a twister
Through a caravan site
Used to be alone a lot then I strayed
Used to be a stranger then I stayed
Used to be alone a lot then I strayed
Used to be a stranger then I stayed
Shackles and chains, my head is busted
One messed up plight
Shackle and chains, like a twister
Through a caravan site
Used to be alone a lot then I strayed
Used to be a stranger then I stayed
A little too much
Reddens my eyes
There's a bad news comet
Tracing across the skies
Shackles and chains, my head is busted
In ties and binds
Shackles and chains, a little too much going
On in my mind
Used to be alone a lot then I strayed
Used to be a stranger then I stayed
Used to be alone a lot then I strayed
Used to be a stranger then I stayed
Used to be a stranger then I stayed
Used to be a stranger then I stayed
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7. |
New Refrain
04:13
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The weight that we all shoulder
Times are stained
Twisters that twist
Us into changing
Lived through the lows
And embraced the highs
Been welcomed in
Have been denied
All my memories
I've learnt to file
Futile desires
I've quelled the flames
Age of the rundown
The new refrain
These old sandpaper towns
Rub me the wrong way
It's that freedom edge
That's gone all wayward
All about control
Sacred owned
By faceless folk
In luxury homes
Find me something
I need but I don't know
Token smiles
Strangers remain
Age of the comedown
The new refrain
Faceless folk
In luxury homes
Find me something
I need but I don't know
Token smiles
Strangers remain
Age of the comedown
The new refrain
The weight that we all shoulder
Times are stained
Twisters that twist
Us into changing
Lived through the lows
And embraced the highs
Been welcomed in
Have been denied
All my memories
I've learnt to file
Futile desires
I've quelled the flames
Age of the rundown
The new refrain
Futile desires
I've quelled the flames
Age of the rundown
The new refrain
Futile desires
I've quelled the flames
Age of the rundown
The new refrain
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8. |
Poetry Don't Pay
05:13
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Well we used to be new shoes
Now we're lacking sole
Used to be a new coat
Now we're full of holes
Used to be a new hat
Now we're worn and torn
Used to be all Saturday night
Now we're Monday morn
Old school
Old ways
And poetry don't pay any of the bills
Well we used to be an exercise mat
Now we're a tatty rug
Used to be contenders
Now we're full of drugs
Used to be like butcher's dogs
Now we've got no bone
Used to be all Saturday night
Now we're Monday morn
Old school
Old ways
And poetry don't pay any of the bills
Old school
Old ways
And poetry don't pay any of the bills
Well we used to be the living room
Now we're just the hall
Used to be the path and gate
Now we're the mossy wall
Used to be the lights were on
Now nobody's home
Used to be all Saturday night
Now we're Monday morn
Old school
Old ways
And poetry don't pay any of the bills
Any of the bills
Any of the bills
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9. |
Silvery Hill
03:23
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Satellites crashed in the heat and the dust
Now they lie coated in country rust
Falcon flies so high and hangs so perfectly still
Winter again on Silvery Hill
Grassland bleached and the bracken brown
Birds they flock over to the town
Creeks are rising high and ripe to overspill
Winter again on Silvery Hill
Winter again on Silvery Hill
Cover up from the razor winds
That cut to the bone as they merrily sing
Blue rag pony and a ghostface mare
Move as slow as a taxman's tears
Gunmetal cloud, gunmetal cloud in for the kill
Winter again on Silvery Hill
Winter again on Silvery Hill
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10. |
Watching The Hawks
03:46
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And the blossom, branches of cherry blossom
A heron in the snow
Pine-clad mountainsides
Mellotronic waterfalls
And the Rhodes piano, jutting rocks
And mist that wraps up like lace
Spring morning sunshine
A crimson dawn
That's as soft as a drunken face
And watching the hawks on a hidden stairway
All of a sudden mountain rain
That blackens enveloping dust
And we wash in an emerald sea of bracken
That waves in the dusk
Stone pine peeling, peeling bark
And a quarry that looks like a church
And falling stones echo
Flat slap and scratch
With the silver moons of the birch
And watching the hawks on a hidden stairway
Stone pine peeling, peeling bark
And a quarry that looks like a church
And falling stones echo
Flat slap and scratch
With the silver moons of the birch
And watching the hawks on a hidden stairway
And the jade bowing ferns
To a charming, charming sky
These heady, heady profusions, in a spin
Zigzagging dragonflies
Slate stream, tin cans, tin cans a-streaming
White flags of cloud
Red slope descending
Scree slip and sliding
Where the way allows
And watching the hawks on a hidden stairway
Watching the hawks on a hidden stairway
Watching the hawks on a hidden stairway
Watching the hawks on a hidden stairway
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11. |
Zhang's Blues
03:11
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Keep on walking, talking to myself
The girl I'm loving, she loves somebody else
Why does everybody disagree?
Oh poor, poor me
Wearing out my soles, a-pounding the ground
There's a bad luck dog, he's following me around
Why does everybody disagree?
Oh poor, poor me
I can't sleep at night
I don't know what tomorrow brings
I can't make it right
Can't finish anything
Keep on walking, talking to myself
Oh poor, poor me
Oh poor, poor me
I can't sleep at night
I don't know what tomorrow brings
I can't make it right
Can't finish anything
The road is crooked and long
Trouble comes when you don't belong
Oh poor, poor me
The road is crooked and this road is too damn long
Oh poor, poor me
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12. |
Country Slow Time
03:41
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Drink the cup of plenty
Back at the barn
Hitting that long groove
Like a shot in the arm
All in my mind
All I want to do is find
Country slow time
Many bareback riders
Move from the glade
Over corduroy fields
Where the hay is laid
All in my mind
All I want to do is find
Country slow time
Ease a tad
Cut the pace
Change the record
Fall into place
Breathe it in
Look about
Let it all go
Mellow out
All with golden shoulders
From working in the sun
We'll cool in the creek
When the day is done
All in my mind
All I want to do is find
Country slow time
Country slow time
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13. |
Mingus Mountain
02:47
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Mingus Mountain
Very hard to climb
Without a double bass
Ropes and crampons
Keep a steady hold
And a serious face
Mean of temper
Dark clouds brew
When all is well
It's really worth the view
Mingus Mountain
Very hard to climb
Without a double bass
Mean of temper
Dark clouds brew
When all is well
It's really worth the view
Mingus Mountain
Very hard to grasp
But it pulls you in
Mingus Mountain
It's a good day, it's a good day out
It's a soulful thing
Drives like a heartbeat
Nature raw
You'll feel alive
And that's one thing for sure
Feel you're living every minute for
Mingus Mountain
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14. |
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D.B. Cooper, ace parachuter
Man most wanted by the FBI
D.B. Cooper, ace parachuter
Dropped like an angel from the sky
When he leapt out of that plane
And dove into the clouds
Did he find himself in heaven
Or just in the trees?
We'll never know
D.B. Cooper, ace parachuter
Not one fed could ever find him
D.B. Cooper, was one slick dude!
Set his ransom on the high wing
Of a 727
But not one cent was spent
Not one dollar gone
The ransom never touched
Where did he go?
Where did he go?
People said they'd seen him
D.B. the star!
Many claimed to be him
In their heads no doubt they are
"D.B. Cooper, ace parachuter"
Man most wanted by the FBI
"D.B. Cooper, ace parachuter"
Dropped like an angel from the sky
When he leapt out of that plane
And dove into the clouds
Did he find himself in heaven
Or just in the trees?
Or just in the trees?
Or just in the trees?
We'll never know...
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Jumbotown is the acoustic singer songwriting duo of Mike Davies and Paul Ivor Jones
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