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Old Lady Trent
02:46
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Old Lady Trent
There’s a river that drops through the lowly valley (she flows away she flows)
To the cold North Sea she slowly carries
I am envy green each time I see her
Cos she’s a constant movement out of here
She flows away, she flows
And away with her my desires go
My yearning heart disposed
She flows away, she flows
Through the bends and falls she steals her troubles
Full of fierce intent she boils and bubbles
She’s a run from worthless mouths of slurry
She’s a run from the ranting, racist rubbish
She flows away, she flows
And away with her my desires go
My yearning heart disposed
She flows away, she flows
When you’re working graft to your aching body
When you dragging home all broke and shoddy
When you shower the daily dirt from skin
As you fight fatigue from doing you in
She flows away, she flows
And away with her my desires go
My yearning heart disposed
She flows away, she flows
When you sense for you this town is dying
When her toxic air is overpowering
When you’re hemmed in a life of suffocation
When you’re pinned by the spike of alienation
She flows away, she flows
And away with her my desires go
My yearning heart disposed
She flows away, she flows
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Ballard of the Pretty Windows
There are taxis there are buses running frequently
Up and down the length and breadth of Southwell Road
With a thousand pairs of keenly seeing peepers
Staring out from this relentless traffic flow
But it seems we’re in the city of the sightless
We don’t know nothing if we turn away
And I fear the good Samaritans are all sleeping
In hard cement beneath Maid Marion Way
Sing for joy sing for pleasure
Sing for all the things that brighten up your day
For don’t forget to sing your songs of hatred
And all the dark stuff that won’t go away
As I stand and stare into the Pretty Windows
In the knowledge of her gruesome history
If her delicate lace curtains were not voiceless
Would they whisper all their mysteries to me?
The walls have ears the windows they have vision
And both are witness to the foulest deeds
But while the fear is absolute the truth is hidden
Embalmed within the brick and glass and steel
Sing for joy sing for pleasure
Sing for all the things that brighten up your day
For don’t forget to sing your songs of hatred
And all the dark stuff that won’t go away
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The Mighty Unicorn
02:57
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The Mighty Unicorn
Behold the demon in the slanted glass
That resolves to stupefy the working class
This is why we labour, this is why we sweat
Sluggish and compromised we offer no threat
You might be a petal or you could be a thorn
But I am the Mighty Unicorn
You might be dead or not yet born
But I am the Mighty Unicorn
See the ambition as it slides down the throat
To a stomach of apathy that festers and bloats
And chokes on verses of pointless song
That spit and jerks on poisonous tongue
You might be a petal or you could be a thorn
But I am the Mighty Unicorn
You might be dead or not yet born
But I am the Mighty Unicorn
All hail to the God of the legal drug
And crave the warm sedating hug
For this is where the unseen hierarchy
Prefer their lowly subjects to be
They will keep us dumb they will keep us down
Because ultimately we’re predictable clowns
So drink to invisible powers that be
Who pull on strings to our hands and feet.
You might be a petal or you could be a thorn
But I am the Mighty Unicorn
You might be dead or not yet born
But I am the Mighty Unicorn
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4. |
No Birds Sing
03:35
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No Birds Sing
Oh Iwo Jima your barren land and seas
Play host to the ghost songs softly whispered on the breeze
Mount Suribachi in conquered glory stands
Her lengthy shadows cast across your black volcanic sands
No flowers bloom and no birds sing
Oh Iwo Jima your history is stood
Since the war youth waltzed across you and your seas ran red with blood
Oh Iwo Jima you passed the test of time
Though they peppered you with foxholes and they riddled you with mines
No flowers bloom and no birds sing
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Dirty Little Birds
02:52
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Dirty Little Birds
Have you heard an escalating noise?
The dirty little birds have finally found their voice
What a shame they didn’t learn to sing
Before they put you in your grand majestic grave
Dig him up dig him out
So begins the race to clear the name
The haste to shift the blame in a hide and seek of sin
What a joke that the crown should recognise
And reward such lustful need with a knighthood of the realm
Here is comes that escalating noise
The dirty little birds have finally found their voice
Dig him up dig him out
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Cries of Old Nottingham
03:34
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The Old Cries of Nottingham
Hear the old cries of Nottingham; Bawl away, Bawl away, Bawl away
Still the old cries of Nottingham; Bawl away, Bawl away, Bawl away
Coal-eh-oh! Coal-eh-oh!
Rag a’ bone, rag a’ bone
Still the old cries of Nottingham; Bawl away, Bawl away, Bawl away
Buy a-Rabbit, cheap a-rabbit oh; Bawl away, Bawl away, Bawl away
Sixpence whole, a bob I skin him oh; Bawl away, Bawl away, Bawl away
Coal-eh-oh! Coal-eh-oh!
Rag a’ bone, rag a’ bone
Buy a-Rabbit, cheap a-rabbit oh; Bawl away, Bawl away, Bawl away
Catch the old salt on the morning run; Bawl away, Bawl away, Bawl away
With his buttons blue and a penny bun; Bawl away, Bawl away, Bawl away
Coal-eh-oh! Coal-eh-oh!
Rag a’ bone, rag a’ bone
Catch the old salt on the morning run; Bawl away, Bawl away, Bawl away
A pound your apples, pears and plums you go; Bawl away, Bawl away, Bawl away
And your partridge rare a pheasant-oh; Bawl away, Bawl away, Bawl away
Coal-eh-oh! Coal-eh-oh!
Rag a’ bone, rag a’ bone
A pound your apples, pears and plums you go; Bawl away, Bawl away, Bawl away
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Restless Butterflies
03:30
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Restless Butterflies
We’re all restless butterflies with no fixed abode
Don’t want to leave this world just want to find a home
There is nothing I can do, it’s in the hands of god
And whatever I become it’s worse than what I was
Nobody knows me now, now I’m on my own
I would give my memories to be like somebody else
Any kind of man is better than my self
The responsibilities that I failed to live up to
I never asked to be your role model or hero
Nobody knows me now, now I’m on my own
There is nothing to report, there is no story here
No police, no drugs or no coma – it’s all a huge mistake
For tonight I sleep in winter but I’ll be rising in the sun
And I’ll see you all again, I’ll meet you at the wake
Nobody knows me now, now I’m on my own
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Barefoot Blues
06:14
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Barefoot Blues
I went down to Emanuel House and acquired some dead mans shoes
I pulled them on to my weary feet and they cured my barefoot blues
Then I walked the streets of this old town content as a man can be
With the silent ghost of William Booth watching over me
I trudged from Canning Circus straight down Maid Marion Way
My dead mans shoes still keeping my barefoot blues at bay
I was looking for the Sneinton Cowboy he was good for twenty notes
But I found him quite elusive and he would not be exposed
So I took some time in the sunshine as I pondered my next step
And my dead mans shoes delivered me to the banks beside the Trent
Then I walked within the shadow of some mighty willow trees
And I sat beneath their branches in the cooling summer breeze
I closed my eyes and I listened to the rivers gentle song
And cast my sleepy mind adrift in her currents smooth and strong
In my dreaming I was dancing with the woman who was my wife
Our hearts were full and love had bound us and we danced with all our life
Then my dreaming took a turning and old cupid took to fall
For dead mans shoes have no choice but to heed the master’s call
In my dreaming was walking away from all that made me good
At the end of this resentful path in loneliness I stood
I came awake in darkness and felt the bite of truth
Alone here in the blackness if I needed clearer proof
I took out the leather laces and removed my dead mans shoes
And I tossed them in the river and it cured my dead mans blues
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The Story of Stingy Jack
04:54
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The Story of Stingy Jack
I am the town fool and I stand here before you
Consider my soul for your eternal light
As honest a man you ever could chance upon
Life has dispatched me, why I don’t know
Oh Jack the town fool I know of your story
You tricked the Devil in the Old Apple tree
But life it declares you a gambler, a drinker
And now to that list a liar I add
I am the town fool and I kneel now before you
I cannot deny the charges you bring
It’s true I once chanced my luck on the horses
And an odd single malt often moistened these lips
Oh Jack the town fool for these very reasons
Your comical name appears not on my list
Go from these gates and seek out old Lucifer
For heaven is not your place of rest
I am the town fool and I stand here before you
Direct from the gates of heaven I come
A trickster, a gambler, a drinker, a liar
Consider my soul for your eternal flame
Oh Jack the town fool these traits are deserving
Qualities highly prized for my flock
But the last time that our winding paths came together
You tricked me in the Old Apple tree
I am the town fool and I beg of your pardon
For one little jape am I forever damned?
A man is so easily bought with temptation
And desperate was I to steady my hand
Oh Jack the town fool deny I will grant you
The chance to pass through this fiery old gate
But take away with you into the cold darkness
A smouldering ember to light up your way
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So Long Marianne
02:30
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So Long Marianne
You watched time plough these lines into my face
And saw my hair burn out to fag ash grey
As the fickle tide of friendship ebbed away
Like muscles to the breakers you remained
So long Marianne
The world is so much poorer without your fiery stand
The royals I’ll be buggered
Religion I’ll be damned
So Long Marianne
We first conversed one drunken New Year’s eve
Then swiftly we became as thick as thieves
Close as other sides of the same leaf
Like spinach you were caught between my teeth
So long Marianne
The world is so much poorer without your fiery stand
The royals I’ll be buggered
Religion I’ll be damned
So Long Marianne
The fights were fierce the silence fiercer yet
But never passed a day I held regret
Given choice I’d do it all again
Lady fate I am forever in your debt
So long Marianne
The world is so much poorer without your fiery stand
The royals I’ll be buggered
Religion I’ll be damned
So Long Marianne
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The Cliffs of Zennor
02:21
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The Cliffs of Zennor
When I stand upon the cliffs at Zennor
On a blanket of fern and heather
I am bound within a faultless heaven
And a yearning to remain forever
There’s a price for the wishes and dreams we hold
And it pays for the chapters yet to be told
All bonds and ties are severed
When I stand upon the cliffs at Zennor
When I stare across the wild Atlantic
There’s a beating in my chest so frantic
She’s seduces with her mournful shanties
And her shimmering dance entrances
As we yield to the pressures of discontent
There’s a healing location I recommend
Reborn among the true romantics
When I stare across the wild Atlantic
There’s a church on a hill in Greasley
Where a pulling on the heart strings lead me
When the wind blows free and easy
I will sit and contemplate her beauty
I am here for the brothers I fought beside
To remember their brief and youthful lives
When I fall to eternal slumber
Will you bury me among their number?
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Jewel in the Crown
03:59
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Stormbirds
02:44
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Stormbirds
God bless Aricept there’s fire in your eyes
Throw your arms around the slightest of lifelines
Stormbirds gather the seas boil and rage
A chapter is ended but we can’t turn the page
Hope floats endlessly on ever changing tides
Calm follows tempest in a rollercoaster ride
Stormbirds gather seas boil and rage
A scene is acted but we can’t leave the stage
I watched it en-tomb you and slowly consume you it hollowed you out like a can
Left but the skin and nothing therein just the shape of a once mighty man
Cast down the treasures of your ever youthful heart
Heaven knows tomorrow life may lead you back to the dark
Stormbirds gather seas boil and rage
The door is open but my body is a cage
It soon took control and gradually stole you away from the ones you hold dear
Left in confusion a life of illusions a man lost in panic and fear
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Half Truths
06:35
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Half Truths
As the song of referendum plays her closing and contentious verse again
And the hard rains of democracy erodes half of the nation’s dreams away
We couldn’t get it wrong, how could we get it wrong again?
Now the hokey cokey’s over and it’s time for us to shake it all about
Seems our dancing days are done so I presume we’ll have to sit the next one out
You know we’re never wrong, and we’ll never get it wrong again
We know every word to every song
Faithfully and proud we sing along
And we watch all the programs that they play
We can’t switch it off or turn away
I’m still retrieving splinters from the time I spent balanced on the fence
That no facts were aired or offered is my only frail and frivolous defence
We couldn’t get it wrong, how could we get it wrong again?
You can call me Captain Cynic but it seems we’ve all been flippant and naive
Fleeced by propaganda through a stubbornness in passion to believe
You know we’re never wrong, and we’ll never get it wrong again
We know every word to every song
Faithfully and proud we sing along
And we watch all the programs that they play
We can’t switch it off or turn away
As the mud begins to fly with accusations from each side of the debate
I’m astounded by the ignorance of friends tangled in half-truths and hate
We couldn’t get it wrong, how could we get it wrong again?
We are given the impression that our vote has influenced the outcome planned
But conspiracy dictates that other powers really had the upper hand
You know we’re never wrong, and we’ll never get it wrong again
We know every word to every song
Faithfully and proud we sing along
And we watch all the programs that they play
We can’t switch it off or turn away
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Cookie Nottingham, UK
Born and raised in the Shire of Nottingham, England.
Punk found me in my youth and shaped
my life.
Played in bands Solvent Abuse and The Little Pigs, now just me and the six string.
Continually evolving music wise, it bores me to stand still!
Punk continues to shape my life.
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