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Yoghurt Pots
03:55
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Yoghurt Pots
Sunflower seeds raised in yoghurt pots, name blurred into watermarks, decorate the plant pot.
Over time, with water and sunshine, flowers mark her journey to the sill.
Here’s the thing ‘bout travelling: things change, things change.
Walk to school holding hands that’s the rule, walk you into class you’re watching me.
Over time, holding hands it’s just a bind, conscious independence – that’s what I see.
Here’s the thing ‘bout travelling: things change, things change.
Your head is turned, now for the road you yearn, new places, new lives you interweave.
While you’re gone I’ve been moving on, weaving bright patterns on the loom.
Here’s the thing ‘bout travelling: things change, things change.
You’re doing fine each mountain you climb, new pages of philosophy intrigue.
Over time my music and a rhyme, so many roads just travelling ‘til I’m old
So many roads…
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Ginseng
03:11
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Ginseng, camomile, reiki, tai-chi,
John’s Wort, clarysage, do nothing for me.
Pretty blue butterfly kicks off her boots, flying high, rainbow bound,
Flies through the powder pink cherry tree, fairy-dust wings, they make not a sound.
Pretty blue cotton skies shine from beyond. Framed by sweet blossom bough.
Struggle. Caught fast in a web of fine silk, fairy-dust wings they make not a sound.
Fly, pretty butterfly. Fly to the blue. Flutter your wings and break free.
Pink blossom, delicate, fall to the ground, fairy-dust wings fly loud like the bee.
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Baby Food
03:45
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Baby food
Sitting in her tracksuit, waiting for a full body rubdown.
Only seventeen yet, still just perfect, matching vest and all-round lovely.
Here I sit in my jeans, rushing now is routine, baby food stuck on my shoulder.
Sitting here, I’m thinking. Getting pretty lonely. Got to get out of here.
Wouldn’t be in her shoes. Pretty pink trainers. Maintaining high standards…not me!
Need a little lipstick, maybe bit of shoe shine, only got to please just me.
Need another haircut, eyebrows they’re un-plucked, s’pose I got that natural look.
So there I go in my jeans, rushing now is routine, baby-food stuck on my shoulder.
So there I go in my jeans. There I go in my jeans. There I go in my blue jeans.
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4. |
15 Days
04:07
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15 days
By the light of the neon crucifix, people walk by her, waiting for her kicks.
Robin sang this territory’s his, God’s stone steps, where she found her first fix.
God’s stone steps, she found her fix.
She walked each night to earn her cure, mistletoe bowed down just like before.
Holly berry dropped, she lay her down, quiet in the graveyard so not to be found.
Soul flew her body, she saw beautiful sights, glistening spiders, shooting stars
And the neon light.
Money you’ll pay me to give the next man, to feed your sweet soul by whatever you can.
Money you’ll pay me before the night is through, orders I’ll keep when I beat you.
Patience I plead, for you I’ll be sure, this body has riches; I’ll do as before.
The stone step that winter warmed her each night.
Angels they watched, stared in the neon light.
Silver for needles to him she gave, gold was the measure which would save her.
Her body he beat. Angels they cried. Berry red blood ran warm by her side.
Robin he’s silent, the spider’s still with fright.
15 more days before they named the girl of the neon light.
By the light of the neon crucifix, people walk by her, waiting for her kicks,
Robin sang this territory’s his, God’s stone steps, where she found her first fix,
God’s stone steps, she found her fix.
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5. |
21st Century Lovers
02:17
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21st Century lovers
Eyes are open, you’re not seeing: lover leaves as you return.
Live to work, we’re automated, too few hours to make life earn.
Time is love and love’s a mortgage, a heartless glance won’t make it pay.
A minute with you could last a lifetime, all depends on what you say.
Just stop. True love is hard to find.
It will fade if you don’t mind it.
Keep love, now you must strive.
21st century lovers…Take five.
A little help for all you lovers, make that cloud nine feeling stay.
Life’s too short, we’re on fast forward, here’s some things that you might say:
I’m so glad that I can see you. Sit with me. Are you okay?
How was work? Let’s dance together. Oh, my love, you make my day!
Stop. True love is hard to find.
It will fade if you don’t mind it.
Keep love, now you must strive.
21st century lovers…Take five.
I’m so glad that I can see you. Sit with me. Are you okay?
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Beautiful
05:10
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Beautiful
It’s beautiful here, birds sing.
Home, horse drawn rock and roll, and the rain.
Home, horse drawn rock and roll, and the gentle rain.
It’s beautiful here, clear skies, blue midnight, popping fires, and the flames.
Blue midnight, popping fires, and the dancing flames.
I’m sitting down with a woodland man; he’s got strong arms, rustic charm.
And his woodland child, she can walk for miles, got a beautiful smile.
It’s beautiful here, oak tree, time, flute pipes and holly twists, and the drum.
Time, flute pipes and holly twists, and the elder drum.
It’s beautiful here, true words! Sweet, sweet sounds of violin and the wind.
Sweet, sweet sounds of violin and the singing wind.
It’s beautiful here, smoke haze, full moon silhouettes, and the stars.
Bright moon beams, happiness, and a million stars.
It’s beautiful here, birds sing.
Home, horse drawn rock and roll, and the rain.
Home, horse drawn rock and roll, and the gentle rain.
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Chameleon
03:58
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Chameleon
I’m a chameleon, I’ll be anything,
Houdini of life I’ll deal what it brings.
A sister, a mother, a lover, too many others…
Blend in, smooth out, I don’t shout about it.
Turn to the twisted sisal, see your front door mat.
There to welcome you and yours and take all that flack.
Look who’s there before you wipe your soul -
A beautiful lizard just playing my role.
No cold blooded lizard, just a warm hearted mind.
Metamorphosizing, new colours they’re surprising.
Look who’s there now clear, bright, bold -
A beautiful chameleon just playing my role.
Blend in, smooth out, I don’t shout about it.
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Sugarloaf
02:11
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Like the blackbird in the tree and the swallows on the breeze, sleeping bugs in autumn leaves,
I love you and you love me too.
Like the sunshine brings the bees and the salmon leap up stream and the river submerges in seas,
Sugarloaf mountain, that’s where I’d be.
Morning shadows in the trees, wet rocks beneath the leaves, hand in hand walking next to me,
Secret forest, that’s where I’d be.
And the sunshine brings the bees, and the salmon leap up stream and the river submerges in seas
Sugarloaf mountain, that’s where I’d be.
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9. |
No Better Girls
06:17
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No better girls
In loving memory a song I sing, of Mary and Agnes, the Mayo County twins.
Raised strong and tall ‘neath trees of Killedan, of this green land no finer maiden.
In loving memory I sing this song. The days grew short, the nights grew long,
Dearest Ma, now we are seventeen, might we go dancing out on Christmas Eve?
Their lives full of kindly deeds. Helping hands to all in need.
Pleasant smiles, hearts of gold. No better girls this world could hold.
Mary, my Agnes, how time has passed. My blessing’s yours, meet at midnight mass.
Hearts of joy walked that Kiltimagh road, older now but still each other’s hands they hold
Music played, they danced all night, every man and boy’s heart leapt with delight.
Last dance they took with each other. Bid farewell to friends, go meet with mother.
Hand in hand, they sang a song. Keeping pace down the road so long.
Nearly home now, just past the boreen. Mary and Agnes, they were never seen.
Mary! My Agnes! How time has passed. Still wait for you down at midnight mass.
I grieve that day, too soon you had to leave me. I pray to God of this life relieve me.
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Pink Cars
04:07
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Pink cars
Pink cars, how sweet they are? Posh shoes and beautiful hairdos.
How many pairs do you wear? How many pairs? Do you care? Yey yeah
Step in her shoes and live a while. Live in her truth, see if you smile.
For a little while, Yey yeah.
I see pinstripe suits and patent boots. Metallic saloon with go faster zoom zoom.
New phone is your friend. No words just pretend. Yey Yeah.
Step in her shoes and talk to the trees. Live in her truth, see what she sees.
For a little while, Yey yeah.
I see four wheel drive trolleys piled high and the baby seat matches your handbag, but why?
Riches and packaging shine, luxury purchasing, it’s mine! Yey Yeah
Step in her shoes and try to be free of gimmicks and packaging and all of your greed
For a little while, Yey yeah.
I see pink cars, how sweet they are? Posh shoes and beautiful hairdos.
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11. |
Crashbandicoot
04:16
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Crashbandicoot
My African snail sits and chews…Got nothing to lose…Or so I assume?
What if today was your last? Take a good look to your past…All good, I assume?
What if leaving is slow? And your past you don’t know. With loved ones, I assume? In comfort, I assume?
What if today was your end? For your love’s gaze you’d send… Sweet love, I assume? True love, I assume?
My African snail sits and chews…Who was I to assume? Sweet love in his soul. True love made him whole.
True love made him whole
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12. |
The Bird and The Rose
05:42
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The Bird and The Rose
Never was anything sweet sounding so pure, like a harp with moonbeams for strings.
I see with my own eyes a songbird, she soared to the rose tree to sing me some more.
Never was anything on this earth so sweet, like a lark’s voice in desolation.
I’m here in the grove, the songbird she sang, then took flight, sweet bird on the wing.
Never was anything sweet sounding so pure, I followed like lamb to the ewe;
To the rose tree delighted by soft tuneful song, the sun setting low in the west.
Never had I seen the most colour in the world. Oh! This morning enchanted and changed!
My bird she’s an angel of white seraphim, lifts my soul from my heart to the rose.
Never was anything sweet sounding so pure, like a harp with moonbeams for wings.
I see with my own eyes, a songbird she soared, to the rose tree on my angel wings.
My bird she’s an angel of white seraphim, lifts my soul from my heart to the rose.
My bird she’s an angel of white seraphim, lifts my soul from my heart to the rose.
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