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Falling Away
03:37
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The weight is getting greater
But I am not that strong
My breath is getting shorter
But I’m still holding on
I’m falling, I’m falling away
I’m falling, I’m falling away
The hill is getting steeper
But I’ll still try and climb
The road is getting longer
But I can read the signs
I’m falling, I’m falling away
I’m falling, I’m falling away
There’s things that I’ll remember
There’s things that I’ll forget
There’s things that I am proud of
There’s things that I’ll regret
I’m falling, I’m falling away
I’m falling, I’m falling away
I’m falling, I’m falling away
I’m falling, I’m falling away
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The Crystal Pier
04:05
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We drove through the mountains, we walked through the snow
We climbed round the Watchman, we felt the wind blow
Let’s move away, let’s make the change
Let’s move away, I could stay here, I could stay here.
We drove through the desert, we burnt in the heat
We climbed through the canyons, the world at our feet.
Let’s move away, let’s make the change
Let’s move away, I could stay here, I could stay here.
We walked on the beaches, we breathed the sea air
We stared at the sunset, from the Crystal Pier
Let’s move away, let’s make the change
Let’s move away, I could stay here, I could stay here.
Let’s move away, let’s make the change
Let’s move away, I could stay here, I could stay here.
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Golden Silver Lights
03:34
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Walking down O’Connell Street, cross the river in the rain
Thinking of things I can say, but my words all sound the same
I’m seeking inspiration from, the books that I have read
There’s Yeats & Oscar Wilde here, their words are in my head
So what’s the point in trying, when I already know?
What’s the point in writing songs at all?
Back across O’Connell Bridge, toward St Stephen’s Green
I think about the history, and what this place has seen
I’m hiding in a coffee shop, with voices in my head
Taking inspiration from, the words that I have read
So what’s the point in trying, when I already know?
What’s the point in writing songs at all?
I know, the Golden Silver Lights
I know, the Golden Silver Lights
So what’s the point in trying, when I already know?
What’s the point in writing songs at all?
So what’s the point in trying, when I already know?
What’s the point in writing songs at all?
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4. |
We Are The Albion
03:40
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I sit in the rain and stare at the sky
I hope that we’re not holding on
Maybe this year, will be our year…..
We’ll sing out for Brighton, we are the Albion
We’ll sing out for Brighton, we are the Albion
You’re pressing us high and pushing us hard
I’m trying to see who’s in space
Maybe this year, will be our year.
We’ll sing out for Brighton, we are the Albion
We’ll sing out for Brighton, we are the Albion
We sing about Bobby, we sing about Ward.
Napier and Nelson, Connor and Thorne
We sing about Bobby, we sing about Ward.
Napier and Nelson, Connor and Thorne
We’ll sing out for Brighton, we are the Albion
We’ll sing out for Brighton, we are the Albion
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5. |
Build a Life
04:31
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We are living underground
Where our houses won’t be found
We are living in the silence sweat and pain.
We are living underground
We are working underground
Where our workshops won’t be found
We are working in the silence sweat and pain.
We are working underground
But all we want is to have our share
Build a life in the open air - all we want is an equal share
We are dying underground
Where our bodies won’t be found
We are dying in the silence sweat and pain.
We are dying underground
But all we want is to have our share
Build a life in the open air - all we want is an equal share
But all we want is to have our share
Build a life in the open air - all we want is an equal share
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Leave Me
04:03
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Is that all you have to say
That isn’t how you mean this to play
You said we could talk it through
Just a little thing – in your view
But instead you told lies - covered up with more lies
Whispers and glances, secrets and sighs
But instead you told lies - covered up with more lies
Whispers and glances, secrets and sighs
Leave me on my own
Leave me I am better on my own
What a stupid thing to say
When you didn’t mean it anyway
You thought we could talk it through
Such a little thing – in your view
But instead you told lies - covered up with more lies
Whispers and glances, secrets and sighs
But instead you told lies - covered up with more lies
Whispers and glances, secrets and sighs
Leave me on my own
Leave me I am better on my own
Leave me on my own
Leave me I am better on my own
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Wooden Horse
03:54
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We don’t matter anymore.
The rich steal money from the poor.
We have no voice, and little choice.
We don’t matter anymore.
Corporations own the news.
Political bias infects the truth.
They feed us fear, to keep us near.
Corporations own the news.
Are we so deaf that we cannot hear?
Are we so blind that we don’t see so clear?
Are we so deaf that we cannot hear?
Are we so blind that we don’t see so clear?
What is different is not wrong.
You exploit the frail to look strong.
You pick on the weak, and call them freaks.
What is different is not wrong.
Are we so deaf that we cannot hear?
Are we so blind that we don’t see so clear?
Are we so deaf that we cannot hear?
Are we so blind that we don’t see so clear?
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From cliffs above the sea, the Christmas lights are blinking,
Another Christmas Eve, a ship at sea is sinking.
The men that heard the call, had gathered in devotion,
The bravest act of all, was made without a question
Remember, December, what you did will live forever
Remember, December.
Like shadows in the night, they launched her into anger
A ghost ships distant lights, pulled under by the water
Remember, December, what you did will live forever
Remember, December.
Remember, December, what you did will live forever
Remember, December.
From cliffs above the sea, the Christmas lights are no more,
A village lost at sea, just wreckage washed up ashore
Remember, December, what you did will live forever
Remember, December.
Remember, December, what you did will live forever
Remember, December.
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9. |
Australia (Bonus Track)
03:17
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Flinders Street, by the clock
Let’s go, back to Luna Park
Took the tram, stop at Acland Street
St Kilda beach, shimmers in the heat
Australia - Australia
Australia – Australia
Lizards, hide in the sand
Stingrays - that can kill man
Giant bats, that turn the blue sky grey
Driving home, through the fields of cane
Australia - Australia
Australia – Australia
Australia - Australia
Australia – Australia
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10. |
Mad Jack (Bonus Track)
02:34
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On a foggy London night,
Jack is hiding out of sight,
No-one knows that he is here,
The silence whispers death is near.
A stranger watches from the bar,
And learns about her from afar,
Soon he knows where she will sleep,
Through the shadows death will creep
Mad Jack’s coming after you
Mad Jack’s coming..
On a rainy London Night
Jack is moving out of sight
Sliding through the silent streets
The ghost of London never sleeps
Mad Jack’s coming after you
Mad Jack’s coming after you
Mad Jack’s coming after you
Mad Jack’s coming….
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Simon King Horsham, UK
I write songs and then I sing 'em. Sometimes I get it right....but not very often.
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