1. |
The Song Lives
05:32
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The song Lives, and its a scented Rose, a sword in prose
it is an Anvil, for molten Love.
The song lives and can, invoke a time, inspire by rhyme can,
fit like a well worn glove
Hijacked by salesmen and bent to sell statesmen, and soap-flakes
A song has the power, to sell weeds as flowers,
to sweeten the hours / for anyone
The song Lives, its a broken heart revealed, or its
An Anthem for Beans and Kings
The song lives and can, embrace the soul, or take its toll,
it is a spell spun from Love and other things
The song stretches hours, casts warm summer showers, by olive branch empowers, most anyone
The Song Lives, its a ray of hope for desperate folk
it is a beacon, in darkest night.
The song lives and can enshrine a plan, can free a man
it is a fresh horse, for those in flight
Free like the Hurricane, songs can go anywhere, Border Free
to free us from schemes, build our dreams build our hopes on
the song can be anything to anyone
Anyone listening
The song Lives, untamed as yet and set to set
the truth free, in Hope's dim Light
the song lives and can, refocus choice be reasons voice,
can be a weapon to square a fight.
Are you listening
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2. |
Under the Gun
05:09
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Dreamed i saw the plains and Buffalo before the white man.
Coplands landscapes ringing in my ear.
Flew the hills and valleys bareback on a whupper will,
with tumbleweed on Desert air
That land today, full of folk of all colours,
they all subject to the rich mans Flag and Fling,
Folk they say fought for LIberty and freedom
Yet they all fall servile neath the feet of a Dollar King
BV's:
all fall servile neath the feet of a Dollar
all fall servile neath the feet of a Dollar
King
Gunsmoke and the congress cleared the Prairies brought the Progress
We see it everywhere.
From Dunblane West to Faslane we've seen Progress
U.S. LEGAL stamped, its Victims and Despair.
They've fenced their Plains and concrete breaks the skyline,
they herd their people into shrines of Steel and Stone
and sell them Dreams of Freedom, wealth and Equity,
and Traps as Laws that the Rich have sown
Behind a veil of Cowboys in the Cinema
Scored by Bernstein and the West seemed won,
they justify the Deaths of Kids and Innocents and
Claim they're safer while they all Live under the Gun
Bv's
Claim they're safer while they all Live under the
Claim they're safer while they all Live under the
Gun
The Guns have gotten smarter than the Cowboys that are using them.
Thats a matter of Fact.
And every kid they kill has made a profit for an Industry,
that profits Guaranteed by an Act.
Solid Brass adorns the necks of all thosePresident who sell
for Gunsmiths to the World abroad.
Or use their might, to influence the Gullible,
Lead us into Wars by Lies and Fraud.
They make a wasteland of more than just America,
pushing Colts and Bible's neath a Persian Sun.
They're Land will never be a beacon of Democracy
till it Free's itself from the vice and the Law of the Gun
BV's:
Free's itself from and the World from the Law of the Gun
Free's itself from and the World from the Law of the Gun
Claim they're safer while they all Live under the
Gun
Claim they're safer while they all Live under the
Gun
They all fall servile neath the feet of a Dollar King
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3. |
Dinosaurs
05:22
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This sounds just like a Fairytale,
the kind that make the Wizened pale, at the
Hubris of those in the know.
There is a Clan of Predators
who farm their Prey with Senators and they
catch them by stooping real low.
The Bait they lay is easy made,
addictive to all those who've prayed
or Dreamt of a Privileged Life.
So Dreams of Gold are spun and sold
and people slave till they get Old, all their
Lives spent in Debt and in Strife
Well Kingdoms come and Fortunes Spent
and Kings all claim they've Gods consent
to live off their Subjects below.
Their subjects learned their place, but when
they learned to Read asked how and when,
this all came to be just so?
BV's:
Houndogs and Henchmen with statesman like features
Distract us with Bright Lights and Showbuisness Creatures,
who service Illusions of Fortune and Fame,
and stifle our Brains till compliantly Tame.
The Literate who gained a clue
and argued for a fairer view,
are Bought or Toxified until Lame
Yet when Science said that God was dead
the Herd put faith in Wealth instead and now
Worship at churches of fame.
As congregations grow and pray
the Greater Good is quietly slayed,
Considered a weakness of mind
The Guiles by which the clan retain
their Kingdoms, Wealth, their States maintained
Relies on the Subservient kind.
BV's:
They are widening moats that divide us by classes
and flooded the airwaves with Pomp for the masses
They're reason for status, their science dismissed
evolved like the Dinosaurs, no longer exists.
Years and Nature wear away
the hardest rocks and binding clay and
change just a matter of Time.
When the Politics of Wealth and class
were seen to be obese and crass, in the
Provinces North IQ's stirred.
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4. |
LittLe Vices
04:27
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They walk soft but leave a Hefty footprint
Sharps Suits beneath a Knowing smile
Most Public Servants seem to care
While some claim Insider knowledge
and lead a Scripted dance.
But these Guys these Dolls
They've no class like Fred Astaire
Clubs and Associations
all exist to build their Ladders
Vice fed, Dark liaisons
Closed door conversations
Veiled threats with loaded suggestions
Sweet deals are Shimmied into line
Connections are their currency
Big Names and Big decisions
Pawns move in Pre-determined ways
A soft touch which hides a guided hand
Secret Institutions
Membership of clubs exclusive
Foster their Firm Allegiances
Insure Blind Faith with nifty Footwork
Might seem some Peccadillo's
Justifiable and Innocent
But these Guys and Dolls don't work for us
They maintain Corrupt Nations
and Undermine all change
and our lives fall quietly into line
All their Little Vices
serve to make us Serf's not Master's
all their Rewards Positions
All Strategic, Bought and Paid for
You can take your secret handshakes
You can keep that Ball and Chain
add it to your Club and Tie
And SHOVE THEM FIRMLY
WHERE THE SUN DON'T SHINE
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5. |
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Victor was a soldier,
Just not the kind to use a gun
He fought for Equity and Freedom
With the Guitar and with the song
His words were just too dangerous
For those who would deny
Our Human Rights and Liberty
For a Dollar and a Lie
He fought the constant battle
which yet today persists
Gainst Tyranny and Fascism
Gainst Greedy Capitalists
He hungered not for office
He did not yearn for Fame
He recognised Corruptions hand
in the Entertainment Game
Campanero, Campanero
Founder of the Bell, that yet still
Rings across the Oceans
To bear witness how you fell
Before the guns of Fascist Soldiers
at the Estadio Nacionale
In La Pais de Poetas
For a Hireling General
Our Heroes Showbiz Creatures
Our women duped in place, we grow
Bloated and distracted and
Intolerant of race
We celebrate the Wealthy
We tolerate the Crass
We watch Injustice everyday
While sitting on our Ass
Compassion has been blinded
And Charity's a game
We let our Leaders conduct wars
and Pillage in our name.
We have the means to change the World
Yet most grow ignorant
They only see the smokescreens
Corruptions hand they don't
Campanero, Campanero,
Founder of the Bell, that yet still
Rings across the Oceans
To remind us how you fell.
To call to arms all Poet Soldiers
All who yet still have a Voice
To stand United in the Path of those
Who Foul the Human Race
Well Victor much has changed and much remains
Since 73
And tho Chile has some Freedom
She yet still is not Free
Your songs of Real Democracy
like Bells tolled round the World
Are hidden by our Media and
these days Seldom Heard.
They deafen those who yet have Rights
Feed them briefly Wealth
And Poison them with Avarice
then sell them back their Health.
But Victor in memorium
know your Poetry and Pain
Grows many Poet Soldiers whose
words fight yet in your name
Campanero, Campanero,
Founder of the Bell, that yet still
Rings across the Oceans
To remind us how you fell.
To call to arms all Poet Soldiers
All who yet still have a Voice
To use their Art to fight the Powerful
To fight for those who have no choice
Campanero, Campanero,
Founder of the Bell, that yet still
Rings across the Oceans
To remind us that you fell.
And call to arms all Poet Soldiers
All who yet still have a Choice
to take Control of Art and Culture
To lend the 3 World all a Voice
Campanero, Campanero,
Founder of the Bell, that yet still
Rings across the Oceans
To remind us that you fell.
To call to arms all Poet Soldiers
All who yet still have a Voice
To fight for Justice, Change, Democracy
While we have Liberty and Choice.
Spanish Lyric
VICTOR FUE UN SOLDADO
NO DEL TIPO QUE USA ARMAS
LUCHÓ POR LA IGUALDAD Y LA LIBERTAD
CON LA GUITARRA Y LA CANCIÓN
SUS PALABRAS FUERON MUY PELIGROSAS
CONTRA AQUELLOS QUE NIEGAN LOS DERECHOS HUMANOS
Y LA LIBERTAD
POR UN DÓLAR Y UNA MENTIRA
EL LUCHÓ LA BATALLA COINSTANTE
QUE PWRSISTE AÚN HOY
CONTRA LA TIRANIA Y EL FASCISMO
CONTRA LA AVARICIA DEL CAPITALISTA
PASÓ HAMBRE Y NO BUSCABABA LA FAMA
RECONOCIÓ LAS MANOS CORRUPTAS EN EL JUEGO DEL ENTRETENIMIENTO
CHORUS:
CAMPANERO, CAMPANERO
CREADOR DE LA CAMPANA
QUE TODAVÍA SUENA A TRAVÉS DE LOS OCÉANOS
TESTIGO DE COMO TE SENTISTE
DELANTE DE LAS ARMAS DE LOS SOLDADOS FASCISTAS
EN EL ESTADIO NACIONAL
EN EL PAIS DE LOS POETAS
POR UN GENERAL MERCENARIO
CHORUS II:
CAMPANERO, CAMPANERO
CREADOR DE LA CAMPANA
QUE TODAVÍA SUENA A TRAVÉS DE LOS OCÉANOS
TESTIGO DE COMO TE SENTISTE
DELANTE DE LAS ARMAS DE LOS SOLDADOS FASCISTAS
PARA LLAMAR A LAS ARMAS A TODOS LOS SOLDADOS POETAS
TODOS AQUELLOS QUE AÚN NO TIENEN VOZ
PARA LEVANTARSE UNIDOS
CONTRA AQUELLOS QUE SE BURLAN DE LA RAZA HUMANA
Nuestros héroes, los monstros del espectáculo
Nuestras mujeres engañadas en el sitio
Estamos hinchados y distraídos
Intolerantes para con las razas
Celebramos la riqueza
Toleramos la vulgaridad
Vemos injusticias todos los días
Sentados en nuestros culos
La compasión esta ciega
Y la caridad es un juego
Dejamos que nuestros líderes nos lleven a la guerra
Y destruyen en nuestro nombre
Tenemos las herramientas para cambiar el mundo
Y ellos lo ignoran
Solo ven cortinas de humo
Pero no las manos de la corrupción
Bueno Victor, mucho ha cambiado y mucho queda, desde el 73
Aunque Chile tiene libertad
No es del todo libre
Tus canciones de verdadera democracia
Como campanas que suenan por el mundo
Son calladas por los medios
Y rara vez se escuchan
Ellos defienden aquellos que todavía tienen derechos
Les alimentan casi bien
Envenenan con su avaricia
Y te lo venden de vuelta
Pero Victor, gracias a tu poesía y a tu dolor
Crecieron muchos soldados poetas que con sus palabras
Luchan en tu nombre.
CAMPANERO, CAMPANERO
CREADOR DE LA CAMPANA
QUE TODAVÍA SUENA A TRAVÉS DE LOS OCÉANOS
TESTIGO DE COMO TE SENTISTE
PARA LLAMAR ALA PLUMA A TODOS LOS POETAS SOLDADOS
Y A TODOS AQUELLOS QUE TODAVÍA HOY TIENEN VOZ
PARA USAR SU ARTE Y COMBATIR AL PODEROSO
Y LUCHAR POR AQUELLOS QUE NO TIENEN ELECCIÓN
CAMPANERO, CAMPANERO
CREADOR DE LA CAMPANA
QUE TODAVÍA SUENA A TRAVÉS DE LOS OCÉANOS
TESTIGO DE COMO TE SENTISTE
PARA LLAMAR ALA PLUMA A TODOS LOS POETAS SOLDADOS
Y A TODOS AQUELLOS QUE TODAVÍA TIENE OPCIÓN
RETOMAR EL CONTROL DEL ARTE Y LA CULTURA
Y BRINDARLE AL TERCER MUNDO TODO NUESTRA VOZ
CAMPANERO, CAMPANERO
CREADOR DE LA CAMPANA
QUE TODAVÍA SUENA A TRAVÉS DE LOS OCÉANOS
TESTIGO DE COMO TE SENTISTE
PARA LLAMAR ALA PLUMA A TODOS LOS POETAS SOLDADOS
Y A TODOS AQUELLOS QUE TODAVÍA HOY TIENEN VOZ
PARA LUCHAR POR LA JUSTICIA, EL CAMBIO, DEMOCRACIA
MIENTRAS TENEMOS LIBERTAD Y ELECCIÓN
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6. |
WildCat Blues
05:17
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When Dragon Dogs block chosen paths
The Wildcat re-aligns
While Diversions can be advantageous, in the main
most are unkind
I once found Love felt Spring would last forever
Tho flowers bloom most fade by Winter Weather
Not Time Not Natures hand, Not mine,
that road was blocked by dogs bound in Dragon Leather
Time heals they say
some wounds stay
All Wary day shy feral cats would say is
That while there's choice and you've Kittens to convey
Then the only way is round.
I try to be magnanimouse
Sometimes I'd succeed
or I fill the room with elephant
Mindful of Spring memories
Seasons change, this Winters coat has grown too Heavy
I always knew that Love is worth its cost
And tho paths change
That Love must Fly unhindered and unfettered
Free to save the World
Fly Free my Love
And reach those Lofty heights above
and i'll disguise my Wildcat as a mouse, get close
and claw those Dragon Dogs when I pounce
when the only way left is up
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If the Broons were real n relevant
Wid Ma Broon yaise her vote
she'd ken its just like Gamblin
Just like Granpa's weekly Tote.
She'd want whits fair fir Kin n Hame
a tidy Hoose she'd keep
She'd tell Pa Broon vote like a man
and no vote like a Sheep.
Ma wid see her folk surrounded
beh Incompetence n Greed
She'd question why so few have much
while so many are in need.
She'd see Kids desperate fir a Trade,
Enlist, then denied their votes.
Wid know that if they could wid vote tae
chase Incompetents fae office minus coats
Ma'd pose some money in the hoose
Fir ony rainy days
She'd scoff at Gamblin Bankers
and Scorn their thieving ways
She'd a seen Pa's hard earned crust
git taxed then Loaned fir Free
tae Banks that widnae dream o doin the
Same fir you n me.
she'd see Rich Folk and their Gravy trains
thir lordships Prone position
She'd ken ye hiv tae yaise yir vote
tae change their ignorant condition
She'd no be quiet on Politix
Widda learned frae Granpa Broon
Wha'd Lost his Pals in France's fields
He'd weep when Poppies bloom.
She'd want Joe oot o uniform n
safe frae foreign trenches
frae wars conducted n conspired
doon on Westminsters benches.
Fir Daph n Maggie Ma wid like
them happy, flush n Merried
An thru thir Umpteenth Drevin Test
so baith'd no need ferried.
The Bairn Ma'd ken her Futures mapped
she'd fight fir Right n Fair.
If she cud vote she sharely wid
There are nae fleh's on her.
Ma'd no be faired o Immigrants
wid challenge Racist views
she widnae be impressed beh
a the fear spread thru the news.
Coz Glebe street wid be occupied
beh bairns o every creed
She widnae close her door tae
anybody thats in need.
She'd be waiting fir an Angel
tae win the Hert o Hen
and keep him safe fir a his days
and yaise the But n Ben
She'd smile when Horace takes his bike
tae Uni, he'd vote Green
She'd fret aboot his student loan
kens his brens 'll keep him keen.
The twins 'd be leaving secondary,
wid follow him tae Uni.
Thirs twa in toon baith near baith free
They'd no cost much mare money
She'd no be comfortably Numb enough
tae disregard the itch
O her Intellects own gag reflex
when her common senses twitch
at a the Thieves in Public Office
their Corruptions rife and bold
from the City Square tae London toon
everytime oor stuff gets sold.
Ma'd see oor bad news every day
and ken that its a fact
If you want a Pension fir your kids
dinnae gie it tae Fat Cats.
She'd see a the connections
tween the Judges and thir briefs
tween Politicians and the Bankers
tween the terrorists n thieves
Ma's Temprature ' be rising
when thir Hench and Yesmen spout
Propagandic Empty Soundbites
full o Flatulence n Gout
She'd say
If your senses hivnae failed yet
and your no glued tae yir chair
Chase all Incompetents frae office
Build yir Bairns a world thats fair
Dinna bide at Hame Election days
If its rhenin wear a coat
Your kids'll only have a Future
If you exercise yir vote
Yaise Yir Vote
tae stop the Gamblin wi Pensions
Yaise Yir Vote
Tae save oor kids frae trenches
Yaise Yir Vote
Tae kick the Lords frae Benches
Yaise Yir Vote
Tae chase Whips frae Houses
Yaise Yir Vote
Tae chase Kings frae Castles
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8. |
Showbiz Creature
05:21
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We're Happy, They're Happy we're happy, Happy taking lessons from a twisted teacher
We're Happy, They're Happy we're happy, Happy hearing Gospels from a dodgy Preacher
He's Happy, She's Happy, They're Happy, Everybody happy in the Stalls and Bleachers.
He's Happy, She's Happy, They're Happy, Everybody Ego strokin Showbiz Creatures
Head High with a confident Glow, He has the keys to every city, he can go where he goes.
And he's protected by, well Nobody Knows, when the fan is getting pelted they're all fleet on their toes.
And Institutions of the Empire's great and all their Lackie's swimming in his Gravy'd plate
Were quick to recommend him to the welfare state, were happy taking selfies with their Showbiz mate
We're Happy, They're Happy we're happy, Happy taking lessons from a twisted teacher
We're Happy, They're Happy we're happy, Happy hearing Gospels from a dodgy Preacher
He's Happy, She's Happy, They're Happy, Everybody happy in the Stalls and Bleachers.
He's Happy, She's Happy, They're Happy, Everybody Ego strokin Showbiz Creatures
There's few Hero's out in Showbiz Land, their dealing from the top but its a slight of their hand.
And all the schemes from all their Men Mice planned, are subject to their sanctions, while their laughter's canned.
Protected appetites that leer and flout, gorging their advantage, while the Fickle pout
Indulging every excess when they kneel and crouch, while they guard the road to greatness with the casting couch.
We're Happy, They're Happy we're happy, Happy hearing nonsense from a twisted teacher
We're Happy, They're Happy we're happy, Happy hearing Gospels from a dodgy Preacher
He's Happy, She's Happy, They're Happy, Everybody happy in the Stalls and Bleachers.
He's Happy, She's Happy, They're Happy, Everybody Ego strokin Showbiz Creatures
Its no different out in Real world Land, these creatures hold the key to how this world gets scammed.
In every workplace, where the need to know, is restricted or directed from above to below.
When loyalty taxes any raise or pass, when we allow them to divide us all by wealth or class.
For every voluntary blind eye shown, we give permission to these Predators to feast and grow.
We're Happy, They're Happy we're happy, Happy hearing nonsense from a twisted teacher
We're Happy, They're Happy we're happy, Happy hearing Gospels from a dodgy Preacher
He's Happy, She's Happy, They're Happy, Everybody happy in the Stalls and Bleachers.
He's Happy, She's Happy, They're Happy, Everybody Ego strokin Showbiz Creatures
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9. |
Set Them Right
04:37
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Pitchforks blunt, hasn't been used in ages
Well we tried to change the world in a civilised way
But Everywhere you look, you see mannequins and Yes men
Its those pulling strings that call the play
On the television another talking puppet
He says he can set things right
Declaring War on Religion, in a Goose step tone
He says he can set things right
by banning all Immigration, spreading fear and segregating
He says he can set things right
By stealing the wealth of Nations
Hi-Jacking our news and Patience
He says he can set things right
well if he showed Heart and Gumption or
leaves here by the nearest junction.
every question, prompts his mile long sidestep
avoiding truths and wasting time
His credibility keeps failing, when he moves his lips
With every tweet and spoken line.
Solo
Maybe he could set things right
When he stops taking orders,
preaching dogma, building Borders
Maybe he could set things right
When he stops all pretending,
stops defending, the un-defendable
Maybe he could set things right
When he stops representing,
funding, selling, the industry of War
Maybe he could set things right
You can take me at my word,
this Puppetry its just absurd
They'res is the road that takes a Democratic Bypass
To where we do just what we're told
and leads to when, we swap our ethics for a bonus
and human rights won, are cheaply sold
THey thinks us simple and our Liberty a sales pitch
and our objections simply noise
Lately folk are cleaning long redundant farmtools
and points are sharpened set to poise
Maybe time to set them right
chase Mannequins from high office
Cut strings pulled chase those who profit
Maybe time to set them right
Cap earnings, cap wealth, ditch status
Profile, Psych test all who'd lead us
Maybe time to set them right
Cut strings between Wealth and Congress
Stop rewarding all who'd bleed us
Maybe time to set them right
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10. |
Soulmates
07:32
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I know your Ghost is real
cause i'm haunted by your smile
its buried pretty deep inside,
it's been in there a while
it doesn't just take namesakes
to raise you from my heart,
cause every flash of deep smart eyes
reminds me we're apart
Yet i swear that i still feel you
in those better parts of me
while i cannot bear to see you trapped
my heart won't set you free
We're bound in time together
with a memory in your role
when i'd rather have you with me
than just hold you in my soul
Well i Hope my soul is bigger than
the sky and all its stars and i hope
i meet more kindreds than
fill Dublins swollen bars
But if i cannot hold you
cannot free you from my dreams
then i'll live with being haunted
by your ghost and know it means
that we are
Soulmate s
Everybody needs somebody
Everybody needs someone
to witness the weathered roads we took
traverses lost and won
though time and tide conspire to
wear thin our worldly suit
our souls are set to meet and travel on
time under foot
You cannot Exorcise those met
from dreams, with strategies
Some now reside in time long past
voice silent, unappeased.
if by fate or choice they leave you
You have to let them go
But is it their memory haunts your dreams
or is it their spirit letting you know
that you are yet
Soulmates
Well i Hope your soul is bigger than
the sky and all its stars and i hope
you meet more kindreds than fill
The Apple's A train cars
But when you cannot hold them
cannot free them from your dreams
Just be grateful to be haunted
by their ghosts and know this means
that at least you had
Soulmates
at least you had
Soulmates
From the smallest organisms
from the scabs once on your knee
for every creature on this rock
you held dear or caused to flee
All your foes all your companions
All your Lovers all your friends
All your family past and future
until time no longer lends
your D and A another lifeline
are they Soul-mates one and all
if they lived once in your history
do they all live, in your soul
Those who left a true impression
in our time are deepest cast
and when they come to mind are welcome
and smile back from years long past
They are
and in our hearts will always be
Soulmates
Soulmates
In my heart you'll always be
Soulmates
Soulmates
If i never said i'll say now
of the differences you made
of the colour and the light you brought a
Lifetime once in shade
Your name made my world brighter
than all the blooms of Spring
your Ghost is warmly welcome
till we meet again where Angels Sing
Cause we are
Soulmates
and we will always be
Soulmates
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11. |
Mustangs
04:16
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The horses in the stable, had been conferring
Posting odds on who might, win the Human Race - a Mare said
The rank outsiders are their fittest
The race is fixed to slow their Pace
With Saddles and Blinkers
They slow their quick thinkers
By hurdles and Drugs sap their Strength
Their Honest their forthright
They'll lose by a fortnight
Their liars beat them by a length
A Colt said,
favourites would be Gangsters or maybe Gunsmiths
You know the powerful bribe past hurdles in their path
A Foal said,
their fastest foes might be the Politicians
the stable stalls resounded with a Laugh
Over and over
fixed for those in clover
Over before its begun
Their Older, their Bolder
their heavy with shoulder
its not how fair races should run
A Thoroughbred said
Well their race is off and running out of furlongs
Who wins, well we'll have to wait and see
Maybe they'll grow smart geld their favourites
and let their fittest Mustangs run fair and Free
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12. |
Wear That Smile
04:33
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I have a picture of you with a smile, your arms open wide and your brother laughing in the background.
Bathed in summer sunlight/Bring on the World
Its like a statement of intent, says despite the troubles sent, says 'i will be content, you know the best and strongest stuff takes years to ferment.
Here you stand and as the years fly past
some rivers of tears and some barrels of laughs
i know you're tougher than a country mile
i know your a winner when you wear that smile
remember, those hot summer days, we stalked pheasants, watched rabbits and deer, you saved fish from the pan?. Climbed tree's in the Abbey learned to laugh when nothing went to plan.
Saw the northern lights pulsing, like the heartbeat of the universe
i heard you sigh as the colours changed, i knew you could feel, knew you knew what was real. Chill and let the music steal your heart, for a while
you can beat any door cloud with a grin
When trouble comes calling make a musical din
laughter beats every dark horse by a mile
and as you pass by wear that smile .. your way
Music and Laughter are a special kind of magic,
Cast your spell
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Kevin Murray Dundee, UK
Composer, Musician, Songwriter - Tunesmith is shorter!
lives with a cat in a Glen in Scotland where the local wildlife tolerates and encourages students of Music.
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