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Sakrio
02:50
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Sakiro / Sakiro / I believe in you Sakiro / I need you Sakiro / Sakiro /Should all fortune slip away / Won’t regret a single day / I believe in you Sakiro / I need you / Sakiro / Should all fortune slip away / Won’t regret a single day / Thought of you so many times / Sakiro always on my mind ...
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Rhythm of Life
02:55
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5.20 Day / You got the poetry / You got the poetry / Burning a hole in my page / Pencil aflame / Ink set on fire / Catching the rhythm of life / You think your life’s a mess / Well what was it that Byron said about sorrow? / Hey I’ll tell you tomorrow / Catching the rhythm of life / Catching the rhythm of life / Catching the rhythm of life / Restless anticipation / I have looked into your eyes /5.20 Day / Wordsworth was on a cloud / I wonder did he feel just as proud / Thumbing a ride / Way back home? / Catching the rhythm of life / Catching the rhythm of life / Catching the rhythm of life ...
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Silent Disco
04:13
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Yeah, I’m walking down the silent street / Humidity rising to meet the heat / Feet to the ground / I hear the sound of a gu-zheng strings / Warm on the wings of a wan winsome wind / Daylight fading away / Always comes back again / Hold on to the dawn / Yeah, I walk the sun-baked silent streets / Hip to the hop of life’s deep-soul pop beat / Meet a simple two-note refrain / Over and over and over again / Daylight fading away / Always comes back again / Hold on to the dawn / Sometimes I feel like I’m living in the land of the living dead / Or is it just me with dumb thoughts crawling round in my head? / I’m sick of dancing at the silent disco of regret / If I could write a song for you and not myself I might make it to heaven yet / Oh I wish I wasn’t me sometimes / Wish I was some-one better / Someone who only sees the happy things / Does everything by the letter / A mosquito kiss is a feeling like this but a mosquito’s kiss is nicer / Oh I wish I was someone who could think of a rhyme for nicer / Can time really mend a broken heart? / If it can then I’m your man you know you need to make a start / Daylight fading away / Always comes back again / Hold on to the dawn / Well, my friend, that’s the end of this prognosis / So, in answer to your question, I might mention / If you wish to write a lover’s note, and here I quote / ‘It would be far better if you didn’t post the envelope / Without the actual letter …’
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Coco Park
04:29
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Co-Co Park
‘It is not known precisely where angels dwell / Whether the air, the void, or the planets / It has not been God's pleasure that (Let’s go) we should be informed of their abode.’/ Declared Voltaire with (to Co-Co Park ) barely a care / To the girl by his side, Fanny J Crosby / Who sighed, and replied / ‘Angels descending, (no-where else) bring from above, echoes of mercy, whispers of love.’/ But I don’t think anyone here believed her… / (I wanna go) /And I, quoting Orlovsky, cried / ‘All angels meet on the curve of the Earth /And form a line that becomes a bridge (to Co-Co Park) / to the sun.’ /After everyone had finished laughing / Henry Wadsworth Longfellow dropped by / (Co-Co Park) / And sipping on a gin and lime, implied / ‘Silently, one by one, / In the infinite meadows of heaven, / Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.’ (we can meet) / Just then, a dream dressed in a white dress, (by the science museum) / I must confess, she was hot /And blessed with the ability to make grown men cry, /Sauntered by and William Blake (take a walk) who was sitting somewhere nearby / Swooned and sighed / ‘O white-robed Angel, guide my timorous hand (by the ocean) / To write as on a lofty rock with iron pen the words of truth, that all who pass may read /(at Co-Co Park) / Then we got another round in / And we all clinked glasses in a toast to the dream in the dress / (Co-Co Park) / And watched her there as she lingered / Twirling strands of fine hair in her fingers / And someone, somewhere in the shadows, quietly quoting Viktor Frankl / Leaned over and whispered in her ear / (oh Co-Co Park) ‘The angels are lost in perpetual contemplation of infinite glory’ / With a swish and a sway I heard her say /In a voice that was nice but with a hint of ice / Homer’s advice / ‘It is the wine that leads me on / The wild wine that sets the wisest man to sing at the top of his lungs / Laughing like a fool – it drives the man to dancing / It even tempts him to blurt out stories better never told / Then (lights are pretty) she melted into some handsome stranger’s drink / (at Co-Co Park) / And some old sage from somewhere said / ‘One of the disadvantages of wine is that it makes a man mistake words for thoughts.’ / (cherry blossom falls) / Well, that’s what I think he said ... / ‘Well that's the problem with drinking’ I thought / As I poured myself another / (at Co-Co Park) / Our heads huddled together / Over a rude and vulgar rumour / Amid the rising banter, and explosions of laughter / (Coco park) / In the sudden silence I heard the ice queen say / ‘It's not true that I had nothing on - I had the TV on.’ / ‘I've been drinking about you.’ thought I / ‘Hey’ suddenly shouted a big ugly face / ‘There’s been a big shoot-out at Big Mooney’s place!’ / And as glasses fell, tumbled and shattered / (at Co-Co Park) / Everyone scattered, and scurried and ran / Everyone save for me and one other man / ‘All God's angels (cherry blossom falls) come to us disguised’ muttered James Russell Lowell standing by my side / He flapped his angel wings and away he flew (Coco park) and she re-appeared out of the blue / You know - the girl in the dress / With the voice made of ice / And without making (Coco park) too much of it, said / ‘I’ve had a perfectly wonderful evening.’ / (Coco park) / ‘But this wasn’t it ...’/ Not all men who drink are poets / (Coco park) Some of us drink because we aren't poets ...
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Anyway
03:47
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This world can really drag you down sometimes / All alone and searching for some other piece of mind / You can call me anytime / I won’t turn you away / Even if your love lies blind / And you won’t see me today / Anyway, anyway / I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do / I’ll bring a piece back for you / Anyway / This world will try to sell you out before you’re born / You stand in line and pay the price / Waiting for your perfect storm / You can find me anytime / Drawing circles in the sand / Dancing along to the ocean’s song / Heading where the wild winds blow / Anyway, anyway / I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do / I’ll bring a piece back for you / Anyway / Anytime, anyplace, anyway / It all comes back on you / Anyway / La la la la la la …
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Saintly Thing
05:11
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Writing poems is a saintly thing / Writing poems is a saintly thing / Beneath the blanket of a November’s wet wind / Day breaks over slated roofs / Seagulls cry and glide over eyes that rove over breakers and spray / Dying embers of a dog end fly by the old tramps rooting round the rubbish bins / Talking to each other in a way only known to other tramps / Remembering the first rays of early morning / Summer sun warming / Our secret and not so secret smiles / Butterfly kisses keeping us occupied / Camping out at midnight and all the midnight aromas of olives and avocados and cheap red wine / Writing poems is a saintly thing / Writing poems is a saintly thing / Old man beaten up trumpet for a band / Mangy old mongrel dancing to his tune / Hearing late-night trains / Through drizzly rains / Sharing cigarettes with strangers as strange as strange days are strange / Summer fades, summer fades on the days, the days / And the killer’s getting away / Quick, you start the car I’ll grab my gun and get my hat and oh, by the way ... / It’s getting colder now / The air is heavy and still as the incoming fog / So take your bus and wave goodbye to this feeling / Reeling on thoughts and reflections of thoughts / And the thoughts of thoughts I’d never even thought I’d even thought I’d thought I’d thought of / Eyes rove over chimneys cracked stacks and track back along the tracks / Back to the old fish market with the bottle top windows all smashed in / In the barrels on the barrows by the broken exit arrows / Emotional reserves are wearing thin / Outside the Saturday afternoon cinema / Yesterday’s fish and chip wrappers in the gutter / All a-flutter, blow and stutter like puppet shadows dancing on the silver screen / As the titles fade on what might have been / And guess what? / What? / You what? / What? / What, what, what? / The killer got away / The killer got away? / Yeah, the killer got away but hey anyway, what’s that you say, what’s that you say? / The kids are back to school again with satchels full of life / Wisdom packed in a lunch box with their troubles and their strife / You hear them in the playground / You hear them jibe and sing / ‘There’s nothing more of the song to sing / Your words don’t hurt your words don’t sting / And ... writing poems is a saintly thing ...’
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Hobo
04:19
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When you’re walking along the road / Carrying a heavy blues baked in a pie / Like a hobo / And you feel like running away / Well it’s easy to run if you don’t have too much to say / Like a hobo / If you don’t know where you’re going / Well that’s ok if you don’t want to stay / You got to find out what you’re knowing / Like a hobo / With his collar turned up to the wind and the rain and the snow / Like a hobo / Like a hobo / If you want to hear the bluebirds sing / Climb onto the wings of Noah’s doves / High above the rivers and the mountains and the people of La Mal du Pays /And the hobo on the railroad with his collar turned up to the wind / And his blues baked in a pie / His blues baked in a pie ...
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Shangri La
02:18
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Time glides like ripples over pebbles in a stream / In and out of the shadows like a dream / Find a wish you better find it someday / Got to find a way to Shangri La / Wonder where you are tonight / Shangri La / Get the blues the blues won’t kill you / Got to find a way to Shangri La / Shangri La, wonder where you are / Some forgotten misty morning / Shangri La, wonder where you are / Some forgotten ...
Misty Rain
Oh misty rain / Farewell blues have fallen on this part of town / Streets of sad thoughts in my head / The whole world is breaking in two / What can I do? / Misty rain / Misty rain / Farewell blues calling you / Calling you misty rain / I’m holding on / To your song / Sing it to me night and day / Misty rain / These thoughts of you I can’t forget / Smoke another cigarette / Yes, I know it’s time I should quit / I can’t forget you / Misty rain / Misty rain ...
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Misty Rain
03:10
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Oh misty rain / Farewell blues have fallen on this part of town / Streets of sad thoughts in my head / The whole world is breaking in two / What can I do? / Misty rain / Misty rain / Farewell blues calling you / Calling you misty rain / I’m holding on / To your song / Sing it to me night and day / Misty rain / These thoughts of you I can’t forget / Smoke another cigarette / Yes, I know it’s time I should quit / I can’t forget you / Misty rain / Misty rain ...
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Hard Road
03:47
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Through the fields, the meadows and the leas / Of an ancient world I did roam / I met a poet there without a rhyme / Thomas Hardy, Dizzy Rascal, John Clare couldn’t help him find / A hard road to travel down / I heard a troubadour sweetly sing / A song of a thousand years plucked on every string / He sang of fallen women / He sang of stars above / He sang of war and killing / He sang of long lost love / And a hard road to travel down / I saw an outlaw riding through a glen / Playing hide and seek with the sheriff’s men / It wasn’t Lord Haw-Haw / It wasn’t Robin Hood / It wasn’t some fat politician getting away with what he could / It was just a fortune teller looking to the stars / Saying I predict a future of shopping malls and cars / And the fair maids of the world sitting in a row / Taking heroin or ketamine or anything while they sew / While the richest city bankers want to sell me their assurance / I won’t be victimised, globalised, hypnotised, anaesthetised / On a hard road to travel down ...
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