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I've been so sad
Since you said my accent was bad He's worn a frown This Caledonia clown I'm just going to have to learn to hesitate To make sure my words On your Saxen ears don't grate But I wouldn't know a single word to say If I flattened all the vowels And threw the 'are' away You say that if I want to get ahead The language I use should he left for dead It doesn't please your ears And though you tell it like a leg pull I think your still full of John Bull You just refuse to bear Some days I stand On your green and pleasant land Now dare I show face When my diction is such a disgrace Oh what can I do To be understood by you Perhaps for some money I could talk like a bee dripping honey. |
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When the inspiration
Is above my station Thoughts are iqeienchoiy And I let them pass I tend to view this nation Through the condensation On a dirty glass When the singer solemn Was a honnie laddie When she brushed his hair With a watered comb Then he could have wandered And he could have shown ye Seven hit is like home If misty eyes can witness Love and affection Why does the heart still resist What the hell is wrong with you? I've got eyes of misty blue All the things I want to do Are all I ever wanted to As the ladik grew And he looked around him At the thugs and rapists In their stolen suits Louder beat the rhythm Of his bloody heart Telling him to shoot Thoughtless competition Like a home-made prison Made him fix his vision On a certain fate What's the use in winning All the worlds creation If you won't create. |
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I've got an achin' in my heart
Arson on my mind I'm gonna burn your playhouse down I've got a badly broken heart I've bad it from the start You're giving me the run around Now if you play with fire It's a-sure to burn I've beard this all of my life Go on, be on your way, I've bad my say Well honey, I'm through with you for life You'll find I'm there's one in every yard I'm getting mighty tired I'm gonna burn your playhouse down Now don't pretend that this is the end 'Cause this time we're really through While you were runflin' 'round Burning up the town I was settin' a trap for you I've got an achin' in my heart Arson on my mind I'm gonna burn your playhouse down. |
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When you go will you send back
A letter from America? Take a look up the railtrack From Miami to Canada Broke off from my work the other day I spent the evening thinking about All the blood that flowed away Across the ocean to the second chance I wonder how it got on when it reached the promised land? When you go will you send back A letter from America? Take a look up the railtrack From Miami to Canada I've looked at the ocean Tried hard to imagine The way you felt the day you sailed From Wester Ross to Nova Scotia We should have held you We should have told you But you know our sense of timing We always wait too long When you go will you send back A letter from America? Take a look up the railtrack From Miami to Canada Lochaber no more Sutherland no more Lewis no more Skye no more (3x) I wonder my blood Will you ever return To help us kick the life back To a dying mutual friend Do we not love her? I think we all claim we love her Do we have to roam the world To prove how much it hurts? When you go will you send back A letter from America? Take a look up the railtrack From Miami to Canada Bathgate no more Linwood no more Methil no more Irvine no more. (3x) Bathgate no more Linwood no more Methil no more Lochaber no more. |
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It could be tomorrow, or it could be today
When the sky takes the soul The earth takes the clay I sometimes wonder why I pray When my spirit drives away With a faith and a bit of luck And a half-tonne bomb in the back of a truck It could be tomorrow... Feel the towel it's wet with sorrow From the tears we'll shed tomorrow Don't bring flowers, take a chance On some graves you should dance It could be tomorrow... It it¡s tomorrow, or if it¡s today I don't say it will be, I just say it may When I'm on my knees To the gates I'll stumble And plead my case In a style thats humble. It could be tomorrow... |
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Saw a man who was fifty-one
He had married daughters and a single son And he's lost his job as this years begun And it broke my heart Saw his wife who was fifty-two She said she was sure they could make it through That her single wage would just have to do And it broke my heart Talked about it with the family now What began in sadness ended up a row All the guys with the clever mouths They were saying we should move south Saw the son who's been gone two weeks And he's down already with a job to seek And he's in Kings Cross and theres no-one speaking And it broke my heart. |
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Please don't go rushing by
Stay and make my heart fly Please don't go rushing by Stay and make my heart fly 'cause I never seem to notice time When you're with me You can tell it to the birds I'll tell the bees I can't do any more To got inside your door I can't do any more Please let me inside your door. |
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Beautiful beautiful beautiful truth
Dont leave because I can't see you Voy know the hours that I passed without you Every heartbeat that I chose to flout you And how I felt no shame I know this problem is of my own making I know you're giving here and I'm not taking But please don't leave this place Let me complicate what you made simple By looking fancy or sounding boastful Please bring me down Arid now that I have said what's on my mind And its obvious that I am blind Please say you'll stay Spin me round Bring me down He my sound But don't leave. |
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When you go will you send back
A letter from America? Take a look up the railtrack From Miami to Canada Broke off from my work the other day I spent the evening thinking about All the blood that flowed away Across the ocean to the second chance I wonder how it got on when it reached the promised land? When you go will you send back A letter from America? Take a look up the railtrack From Miami to Canada I've looked at the ocean Tried hard to imagine The way you felt the day you sailed From Wester Ross to Nova Scotia We should have held you We should have told you But you know our sense of timing We always wait too long When you go will you send back A letter from America? Take a look up the railtrack From Miami to Canada Lochaber no more Sutherland no more Lewis no more Skye no more (3x) I wonder my blood Will you ever return To help us kick the life back To a dying mutual friend Do we not love her? I think we all claim we love her Do we have to roam the world To prove how much it hurts? When you go will you send back A letter from America? Take a look up the railtrack From Miami to Canada Bathgate no more Linwood no more Methil no more Irvine no more. (3x) Bathgate no more Linwood no more Methil no more Lochaber no more. |
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