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Down by the Lake
04:27
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DOWN BY THE LAKE
He was just another lonely boy, running wild in a sleeping town
He was just another kid, putting his markers down.
Who gave him the gun, that crazy evening down by the lake?
Just one shot, one stupid shot, that's all it takes
And he ran so fast, ran the gauntlet of a secret shame
And he ran so fast, the trees bent down and beat his face
Chorus
Down by the lake, where the wild birds spun and called his name
No place to run, he just hid his head in a secret shame
And they carried her back, on alder branches covered with fern
And they laid her down at the roadside edge where the back road turns
And they looked for life, held her hand in a silent prayer
And the silence broke as sirens whined and headlights glared
And he ran so fast...
And he ran so fast...
Chorus
Down by the lake, where the wild birds spun and called his name
No place to run he just hid his head in a secret shame
Down by the lake where the wild birds left and sing no more
No-one goes 'cept a lonely girl on an empty shore
And she looks for life, holds her hands in a silent prayer
And she calls his name, but no one answers any more
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2. |
Ferryman
03:34
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FERRYMAN
Skimming stones on a diesel river
Hold my breath ‘til they disappear
Reflections broken, circles widen
Lots of things now coming clear
Words you said I still remember
Words hit harder than rocks and stones
You thought you could change me
I thought I could change the world, but now we know
They say I’m lucky to live here
Born in a boom in a promised land
Times have hit this place so hard
Faces lined and empty hands
I love this place as much as you
I love this place and maybe more
I see beauty not faded glory
A helping hand on a welcoming shore
Chorus
If you should need a guiding hand
When the sea of trouble is wide
If you should need a rock to cling to
When you're struggling against the tide
I'll be your ferryman and I'll never ask you why
I'll be your ferryman and I'll carry you over, over to the other side
I go with what I feel
What I see and where I walk
A local boy that loves the stories
The old music and the crazy talk
I speak as I find
Then regret when I'm alone
So when you go, remember
I'll be here still skimming stones
Chorus
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3. |
The Wanderer
03:47
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THE WANDERER
The sun shines down on a pure white horse
Carved in the ground before time got lost
Shadows of clouds like a lava flow
Cross these downs I have walked before
I cannot stop - the path has hold on me
The devil can’t take my energy
My feet have wings that turn to white
Five miles to sunset in a fading light
Chorus
And I will sing for you tonight
And I will sing for you tonight
Glass towers in the distance fade from view
More windows, less space, rain on the roof
Another ticket to ride, permission to sing
But out here I do not need a thing
I cannot stop - time has hold on me
I'll follow this path to eternity
Borne on a winged horse that turns to white
Carried by winds that whip like kites
Five miles to go and a welcoming light
Chorus
Songs of love, songs of loss and yearning
Pain we never imagined bearing
But the journey’s always worth the taking
Chorus
For the pain I carry I can never tame
If I keep on walking, there's no need to explain
Treading in footsteps that carry the weight
Of travelling heroes who left it too late
I cannot stop - time has hold on me
I cannot stop - I know where I want to be
This path bore many, now it's my lifeline
It carries their hopes, now it carries mine
Borne on a winged horse that turns to white
Down in the valley I can see light
Chorus
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4. |
She Wrote Her Name Today
03:35
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SHE WROTE HER NAME TODAY
Anxious faces gather round
A broken body on the ground
Pale skin, looking old
A young face growing cold
Does anyone know her? What's her name?
Does anyone know from where she came?
Home to hostel, heroin poor
Did she find what she was looking for?
Chorus
She wrote her name today (she wrote)
She wrote her name today (she wrote)
She wrote her name today
She wrote her name today.
Curtains closed in a quiet street
Suburban garden kept so neat
Father sits with an empty gaze
And Mother cooks and counts the days
Slanging matches, hurt and pain
No-one prepared to take the blame
Bitter words then out the door
Did she know what she was looking for?
Chorus
Weeks of waiting by the hospital bed
A silent vigil, nothing said
Mother sits and takes her hand
And whispers prayers no-one understands
Then one day coming to her bed
A doctor smiles and lifts his head
And holds the pad for them to see
And they read the words they just can't believe
Chorus
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5. |
Jim Jones
03:49
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JIM JONES
Come and listen for a moment lads and hear me tell my tale
How across the seas from England I was condemned to sail
How the jury found me guilty - then the judge says he
For life, Jim Jones, I'm sending you across the stormy sea
But take a tip before you ship to join the iron gang
Don't get too gay in Botany Bay or else you'll surely hang
Or else you'll surely hang says he and after that, Jim Jones,
It's high upon the gallows tree the crows will pick your bones
Our ship was high upon the sea when some pirates came along
But the soldiers on our convict ship were full five hundred strong
Well they opened fire and somehow drove that pirate ship away
But I'd rather have joined that pirate ship than gone to Botany Bay
With the storms a-raging round us and the wind a-blowing gales
I'd rather have drowned in misery than gone to New South Wales
There's no time for mischief there, Jim Jones, remember that they say
They'll flog the passion out of you down there in Botany Bay
Now it's day and night the irons clang and like poor galley slaves
We toil and toil and when we die must fill dishonoured graves
But by and by I'll slip my chains and to the bush I'll go
And I’ll join the brave bush-rangers there - Jack Donahue and co
And some dark night when everything is silent in the town
I'll shoot those tyrants one and all, I'll gun the bastards down
Oh I'll give this land a little shock - remember what I say
And they'll yet regret they sent Jim Jones in chains to Botany Bay
Jim Jones
Remember what I say
Jim Jones
Remember what I say
Jim Jones
Remember what I say
Jim Jones
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6. |
Black and White Bird
04:18
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THE BLACK AND WHITE BIRD
Chorus
To the girl on the chestnut horse
Please tell her I'll be gone tomorrow.
I leave to her this black and white bird
Two for joy, one for sorrow
And to the girl on the chestnut horse
Please tell her not to follow
And think of me as the black and white bird
Two for joy, one for sorrow
He left his lover of 7 years
Caught in the eye of small town wrongs
Scorned by family and friends
He turned his back on the biting tongues
His gaze was turned to someone else
Did she know, had she heard,
Had she seen how he loved her still?
Enough to leave her his black and white bird
Chorus
He couldn't speak, he couldn't say
Just what it was went on inside him
The weight of love he couldn't bear
He had to leave, he had decided
She never looked as she rode out
Never saw him standing there
He left the magpie in a bag
Touched the bridle and walked away
Chorus
And in his mind she still rides out
Passes him without a word
Turns to look with a smiling face
Above her flies the black and white bird
Chorus
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7. |
Banks of Newfoundland
04:00
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BANKS OF NEWFOUNDLAND
O you western ocean labourers I’d have you all beware
When you're on board of a packet ship no dungaree jumpers wear
But have a big monkey jacket always at your command
And think of the cold nor’westers on the Banks of the Newfoundland
Chorus
So we'll rub her round and scrub her round with holystone and sand
And say farewell to the Virgin Rocks on the Banks of the Newfoundland
As I lay in my bunk one night a-dreaming all alone
I dreamt I was in Liverpool way up in Marylebone
With my true love beside me and a jug of fine ale in hand
When I woke broken-hearted on the Banks of the Newfoundland
Chorus
We had one Lynch from Ballynahinch, Jimmy Murphy and Mike Moore
It was in the winter of ‘62 those sea boys suffered sore
They pawned their clothes in Liverpool and sold them out of hand
Not thinking of the cold nor’westers on the Banks of the Newfoundland
Chorus
And now we're off Sandy Hook, my boys, the land's all covered with snow
The tug-boat will take our hawser and for New York we will tow
And when we arrive at the Black Ball dock the boys and girls will stand
And we'll bid adieu to the packet ship and the Banks of the Newfoundland
Chorus
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8. |
Never Stop Moving
03:39
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NEVER STOP MOVING
If a siren lived in every village
I would never stop moving
I'd follow her voice and her haunting image
I would never stop moving
Through the quiet lanes and the silent fields
I would never stop moving
When the red swan sailed, as the flood recedes
I would never stop moving
To keep the faith in which I'm held
To follow the thread of lifelong friends
Goodwill I've earned and the pain I've felt.
Then the rains came and the river rose
I will never stop moving
We left the house in just our clothes
I will never stop moving
In the darkest hour when time did freeze
I will never stop moving
Stone in the water, voice on the breeze
I will never stop moving
Through the labyrinth of empty halls
Frozen hearts that can't recall
Just what it was made the rains fall
Just what it was made the rains fall
We look and look for who's to blame
Was it men in love that brought us pain
Like the falling leaf that stopped the train
We searched and searched to find a thread
I will never stop moving
Flood waters rising in my head
I will never stop moving
We fracked the earth and the waters rose
I will never stop moving
We bruised the land, we sold our souls
I will never stop moving
Through the labyrinth of empty halls
Frozen hearts that can't recall
Just what it was made the rains fall
Just what it was made the rains fall...
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9. |
Pierrepoint's Farewell
03:30
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PIERREPOINT'S FAREWELL
He looked so vibrant standing there
He held her gaze, he held the floor
Felt her look and he took her in
She wanted him, she wanted more
A marriage made in heaven they said
As they heard the vows they spoke
Two troubled souls had found their place
Now her life was full of hope
He quickly changed and dark clouds grew
Pulled the world down on top of him
Took it out on her slender frame
Left his message on her skin
A marriage made in heaven now broke
She went to hell and back and never spoke
Held the demons deep inside
Clenched her hands waiting for the time
She pulled her dress down across her thighs
Felt her lips and her aching jaw
Brushed her hair with a painful sweep
Now she knew what her hands were for
She raised the knife and held it high
A moment’s doubt, then down it fell
Deeper than she had ever known
Deeper than the deepest well
The hangman's wife she knew that look
She knew it well, she let it pass
So many times going through that door
Hoping this would be his last
He dressed himself and checked the rope
Checked the trap and the creaking doors
Crossed himself in a silent prayer
Today he knew what his hands were for
I thought I saw the hangman cry
He tied the rope with a trembling hand
Wished himself to another place
Washed the stains from a bitter land
Her blonde hair hung, her body shook
And Pierrepoint turned and walked away
His hidden life was at an end
And she was free again
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10. |
Ghosts of the Village
04:55
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GHOSTS OF THE VILLAGE
The hidden village sleeps well tonight
Caught in the peace of an imagined eye
That never blinks as prices rise
And rise and rise and rise and rise...
Beneath these walls men bend in line
Children stare through tired eyes
And carry out all the things we need
The lead, the copper, the limestone scree
To carry on this English dream
Chorus
But maybe the time is coming when
Maybe the time is coming when
The ghosts of the village will rise, will rise again
Maybe the time is coming when
Maybe the time is coming when
The ghosts of the village will rise, will rise again
All is meant as it's meant to be
Safely gathered in the key of G
And beech trees tumble in autumn gales
All neatly stacked and in their place
Council houses tired and worn
It's hard to live in the place you were born
And voices raised in muffled pain
But above the ground no one ever complains
Chorus
And the walls will breathe and the dust will clear
The museum will shake into life again
And the pub and the church, they will sing as one
And a child will dance down the road, dance down the road
Dance down the road, dance down the road
Dance down the road, dance down the road
Dance down the road again
A man from the city has bought these hills
Where we played as kids and wander still
And locked in time his rural dream
Locked out life and a chance to breathe
...But maybe the time is coming when
The fields and streets will come alive again
And the village is where you work and play
Not build your dream and hide away
Chorus
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RAMBLING BOYS OF PLEASURE
You rambling boys of pleasure give ear unto these lines I write
It's true I am a rover and in roving I take delight
‘Til I fixed my eye on a fine young girl and she did me beguile
But I never could be right easy when my love she was out of my sight
The first time that I saw her I thought in my heart she’d be mine
That there could not be another and we never change our mind
But gold is the root of all evil though it shines with a glittering hue
Causes many a lad and lass to part let their minds be ever so true
Down by yon Valley Gardens one evening as I chanced to stray
It's there I saw my darling but she did not look my way
She told me to take love easy and blow with the leaves on the trees
But I being young and foolish with her I could not agree
If there's one thing that does grieve me to be called a runaway
To leave where I was bred and born for there is no reason to stay
To leave my life and friends behind o pray what can I do
Must I become a rover in a land I never knew?
You rambling boys of pleasure
You rambling boys of pleasure
You rambling boys of pleasure
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