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| 1. |
| 1:33 | 
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Hey can you follow,
Now that the trace is fainter In the sand Try turning your face to the wall Can you still read me Now that the chase is wilder In your hand Try losing your place in the sun All the praises of the dream Turned to tangles in the trees All yesterday's fine chariots Turned to buses in the street Can you still hear me Now that the songs ar moving Into night Try sleeping with the dancers in your room |
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| 2. |
| 3:45 | 
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| 3. |
| 3:50 |
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I was born one morning
Wearing my old coat I was born to travel So I went and got a boat Tried to cure my feet From taking the wrong street In the Spring when they do the Thing Oh yes they do And you burned all my tables One day I got the tie I wore it round my neck Flashed it round at all the girls That I was hoping to wreck Tried to point the shoes on my toes Where the guitar grows In the Summer when they do the Thing Oh yes they do And they burned all my tables My father said, listen, son One day you're gonna gather juice When you soak up flowers Don't let your leg hang loose You stirred up a hornet's nest I hear it buzzing in your vest In the Autumn when they do the Thing Oh yes they do And you burned all my tables My life was the table And you have dined off of it The two-ended candle Was the one you lit They hammered down my jail While you held the nail In the Winter when they do the Thing Oh yes they do And you burned all my tables |
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| 4. |
| 1:45 |
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There's a forest no one uses
Where the wrecks are growing flowers O the trees they are all colours Bright scarves they wear There's a sky that is expected Where the birds are flying still O the clouds they are all colours Bright rains they wear |
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| 5. |
| 4:55 |
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Running, jumping, pushing it's way
Morning nighttime blends into day Can't find curtains to shut it away We were alone in the hills of the night Now the neon dawn let's in the light And the Milkman that nobody knows Leaves bottles of tears At the house full of laughter Nobody ever hears O the grass is burned black By the ships coming back from the stars, golden stars Sea turned to steam When we boiled the dream of tomorrow, tomorrow When it gets light Some of them always stay She's dressed in white Till then smoke turns her grey Falling, stumbling, feeling it's way Morning nighttime moves into day Can;t find warmth to keep it away Used to be alone on the waves of cloud Now the flotsam dawn brings in the crowd And the angel who sits in the car Full of desire But the hoses who came from the town Put out her fire O the seas have run dy And the sun's one good eye is to blind to see Sky has gone bad From the good times we had burning bright, such good times When it gets light Some of them always stay She's dressed in white Till the smoke turns her grey |
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| 6. |
| 4:20 |
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How will I find you O my love
In the darkness of day I will look in glass forests Where electric fish play How will I see you when I find you In the brightness of light I will see you on the silver train That people call night How will I know you when I see you In the bareness of spring I will know you by starlight Where the road's echoes sing How will I love you when i know you In the greyness of mist I will love you forever Where sadness hass kisses Walking by the sea See the names floating by Trying to find each other's Trails in the sky |
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| 7. |
| 6:05 |
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The smiles on city windows,
It's only the weekly cleaner The dials on all the faces Are gradually getting nearer So make it careful when you can Forget it if you've read the plan Call a friend when you're in doubt Nights are hard when you're locked out Grins painted on radiators Are only the teeth of laughter The numbers of all the victories Are stenciled on soon after So don't regret the leaves that fall Have a little have it all Take a bit give just as much Nights are hard without the touch/crutch The smiling suburban collars They power the city's cisterns Whenever they pull the trainchain/They gradually start the pistons So keep your hair on if you can When you're living in a van Call a friend when you're in doubt Nights are hoarse when you're locked out Grins painted on petrol tigers Are only the tanks of porter Statistics of all the campaigns Are written down on water So don't regret the cars that rust Everything must turn to dust Cultivate and dig your croft Nights are hard when you've gone soft Lovers in the dark Murders in the park By the silver moon Blankets from the fear Cars when roads are near Winter's much too soon |
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| 8. |
| 4:20 |
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Nothing was good or bad enough
They never had enough in store When the feast was on the lawn The birds had picked it clean And gone away We used to walk the nights of mystery Once we would swim the length of the sea No one was weak or strong enough They never had the men to do the job When the snow was in the fields We kept our front eyes peeled For oranges We used to swim the days of mystery Once we would walk the length of the sea They took the people home in baskets Gave all the pieces to the country They told them long stories Made the children postmen In among the chimneys Nowhere was young or gay enough They had sold out too many golden souls When the sun was in the trees The woodmen came to take Their frozen fees We used to walk the fields of mystery Once we would swim the length of the sea They drove the broken home in cages Gave all the green paint to the railways They told them long stories Made their children weddings In among the chimneys... |
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| 9. |
| 2:54 |
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She wrote me out a letter of thanks
I had to doubt Waking in someone's shoes It made me feel so harried Under her clothes she carried Proof that she wasn't married She carved herself a piece of my heart I have to starve Walking in someone's bed Love causes such congestion It gives me indigestion When she brings up the question I walked into a solid brick wall I felt like glue Sticking to someone's shed My front teeth were all broken By those doors you had spoken I wish you'd left them open Now when it's time to look for some peace I think it's fine Practising my last stand Now that the crowd's diminished Our hope of loud is finished I trace your name in spinach |
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| 10. |
| 5:03 |
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Lost streets where sun once watched
Us out on the road We had to leave our place to seek The town where money never frowned... We waited longest When the trains and buses Promised they would come To the shelters made of snow In the deserts where we played Made of hay... Ten pieces of sun for you And for you only two Take care not to grow so fast You're into the past In time you will lose them all Sooner if you fall In markets that offer stars No care for the stars Now/when the time is so ripe Then/in the twinkling of an eye Gone/in the drains of a world Victoria Sage wears out rage Ten fallings in love for you And for you only two Take care not to love too much You might like the touch Spring beckons you leave it all Now you have grown tall Gold pavements on different stars Watch out for the cars Ten pieces of sun for you And for you only two Take care not to grow so fast You're into the past In time you will spend them all Sooner if you fall In markets that offer stars No cure for the scars Now/when the time is so ripe Then/in the twinkling of an eye Gone/in the drains of a world Victoria Sage wears out rage |
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| 11. |
| 4:15 |
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| 12. |
| 2:16 |
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| 13. |
| 4:02 |
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| 14. |
| 2:12 |
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There's a forest no one uses
Where the wrecks are growing flowers O the trees they are all colours Bright scarves they wear There's a sky that is expected Where the birds are flying still O the clouds they are all colours Bright rains they wear |
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| 15. |
| 4:11 |
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I was born one morning
Wearing my old coat I was born to travel So I went and got a boat Tried to cure my feet From taking the wrong street In the Spring when they do the Thing Oh yes they do And you burned all my tables One day I got the tie I wore it round my neck Flashed it round at all the girls That I was hoping to wreck Tried to point the shoes on my toes Where the guitar grows In the Summer when they do the Thing Oh yes they do And they burned all my tables My father said, listen, son One day you're gonna gather juice When you soak up flowers Don't let your leg hang loose You stirred up a hornet's nest I hear it buzzing in your vest In the Autumn when they do the Thing Oh yes they do And you burned all my tables My life was the table And you have dined off of it The two-ended candle Was the one you lit They hammered down my jail While you held the nail In the Winter when they do the Thing Oh yes they do And you burned all my tables |
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| 16. |
| 1:46 |
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