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Swan Songs

by Simon King

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1.
Falling Away 03:37
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
2.
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.
3.
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?
4.
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
5.
Build a Life 04:31
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
6.
Leave Me 04:03
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
7.
Wooden Horse 03:54
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?
8.
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.
9.
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
10.
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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released April 1, 2016

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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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