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Blue Is Only A Colour
03:45
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Blue is only a colour,
It's not in the rainbow
So how can I be blue
Blue, blue, blue is all around me
It swells & surrounds me
But it's only blue
Blue, is played across all these strings
Diminished & minor themes
I paint them all blue
Blue the deepest and cruellest sea
A whirlpool that's drowning me
Covered in blue
Blue, Blue, Blue… Blue, Blue, Blue
Blue, Blue, Blue… I don't want to be blue
It’s true, it’s only a colour
It's not in my rainbow
So why am I be blue
Blue, it washes through all my things
Staining the words I sing
It turns them all blue
In a week or two, life could be rosy
Psychedelically cosy, like a dream come true
If I really try, life could be golden
But for now I am beholden, by the deepest blue
Blue, acts like it doesn't care
Even when hope's not there
I don't want to be blue
Blue, Blue, Blue… Blue, Blue, Blue
Blue, Blue, Blue… I don't want to be blue
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2. |
Paul The Bag
03:31
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I broke a man’s hands on the train today
He wa’nt nothin’ much, wouldn’t get out my way
A media type from the BBC
Won’t be messing no more with me
I lost a big wodge on the dogs today
That’s just how it was, things weren’t going my way
Professional gambler’s what I’m meant to be
Today didn’t feel too professional to me
I’m Paul The Bag. Don’t you know who I am?
I’m Charlie’s boy, I used to be in his gang
I’m sixty six. I’m not threatening, see?
I used to have a man to kill for me
Dad was a good man despite what they say
You know who he was, he was just like the Krays
He didn’t raise a hand, didn’t need to, see?
So don’t be looking down your nose at me
I’m Paul The Bag. Don’t you know who I am?
I’m Charlie’s boy, I used to be in his gang
I’m sixty six. I’m not threatening, see?
I used to have a man to kill for me
Perhaps it’s true that my best years have run
My chance to be happy has sunk with the sun
I still have this fire inside of me now
I’m Paul The Bag
I’m Paul The Bag. Don’t you know who I am?
I’m Charlie’s boy, I used to be in his gang
I’m sixty six. I’m not threatening, see?
I used to have a man to kill for me
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3. |
Time Keeps Rolling
03:38
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And every Sunday afternoon
After lunch, he clears the room
And puts their favourite record on
He sinks into his old armchair
Shuts his eyes to take him there
And listens to their favourite tune
And time keeps rolling, just like 'ol man river
But he don't say nothing, at all
And the clock's still ticking, and his heart's still beating
But he don't say nothing, at all
He keeps her slippers by the bed
Talks to her inside his head
And puts their favourite record on
And time keeps rolling, just like 'ol man river
But he don't say nothing, at all
And every Sunday afternoon
After lunch, he clears the room
And puts their favourite record on
And time keeps rolling, just like 'ol man river
But he don't say nothing, at all
And the clock's still ticking, and his heart's still breaking
But he don't say nothing, at all
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What you’re really telling me
Is you won’t be going far
But distance doesn’t matter
If I’m not where you are
So what’s the point of asking you
To stay against your will
No one dies of heartache
So I’ll take that bitter pill
And I’ll feel my way
Feel my way, feel my way
I hear my own voice telling you
That everything’s OK
But that’s not how I’m feeling
Or what I want to say
The next time that you see me
You’ll ask me what is new
Of course, I’ll say I’m busy
A million things to do
I’ll tell myself that I’ll be fine
I know it well enough
But deep inside I’m in the dark
It’s a game … of Kind Man’s Bluff
But deep inside I’m in the dark
It’s a game … of Kind Man’s Bluff
I guess I’ll go my own way
You won’t be coming back
But no-one dies of heartache
So let me help you pack
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5. |
I Don't Remember Venice
03:38
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He reached out for a postcard
From the discount tray
Do you remember Venice?
What we did that day
Do you remember Venice?
What a special day
In the Piazza San Marco
When we felt that way
Time stood still, I felt so ill
I didn't know what to say
Do you remember Venice?
Oh, what a special day
In the Piazza San Marco
When we felt that way
We might have sung at The Opera House
Dressed as gondoliers
Staged our own bank robbery
Wearing bunny ears
But I don't remember Venice
Or your special day
I don't remember Venice
Or when you felt that way
I don't remember Venice
I've never been to Venice
I've never been to Venice
What's so great about Venice
I really hate Venice
I'm not going
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6. |
Cinnabar
03:14
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Cinnabar, when you were young
You used to make me laugh
Now I find, you've changed into
A sweet vermillion moth
I was the way that small boys are
Kept caterpillars in a jar
Furry socks of gold and black
Gave my mother a heart attack
Cinnabar, when you were young
You used to make me laugh
Now I find, you've changed into
A sweet vermillion moth
I punctured air holes in the lid
Put stalks of ragwort in for food
Like every kid I cared a lot
Watched awhile and then forgot
Cinnabar, when you were young
You used to make me laugh
Now I find, you've changed into
A sweet vermillion moth
You had the sense to fly away
And leave the boys to fight and play
I never thought you'd go so far
Cinnabar, when you were young
You used to make me laugh
Now I find, you've changed into
A sweet vermillion moth
Oh Cinnabar, Oh Cinnabar
Now I find, you've changed, you've chan
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7. |
The Last Chance
03:57
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It was evening as we came to the crossing
And dusk was draining into night
A pale moon we'd lost in the mountains
Was rising gently into sight
There were two palms stood by the landing
Yuccas flowering on either side
A light flickered out in the distance
Calling from the other side
It was the last chance we'd have of regretting
It was the last chance to say goodbye
We were leaving our old lives behind us that night
Crossing over, crossing over, crossing over to the other side
The boatman called from the mooring
Are you ready to come aboard
As you do just heed my warning
There's a price here that you can't ignore
It was the last chance we'd have of regretting
It was the last chance to say goodbye
We were leaving our old lives behind us that night
Crossing over, crossing over, crossing over to the other side
We were so close that we could taste it
We were so close but in our haste we
We didn't listen
We didn’t listen to a word he said
It was the last chance we'd have of regretting
It was the last chance to say goodbye
We were leaving our old lives behind us that night
Crossing over, crossing over, crossing over to the other side
Crossing over, crossing over, crossing over to the other side
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8. |
Three Hail Marys
03:49
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Our mother was frightened of no man
Aside from a man of the cloth
Whenever the priest came to visit
She hid to escape from his wrath
For five years she hadn't had children
And rumours were starting to spread
The priest came around just too often
To check on the marital bed
She said three Hail Marys
And crossed herself and then
At Sunday confession
She hated him again
Our Dad told the priest more than one time
To leave our family alone
When words didn't work, he punched him
And drove the priest from our home
He said three Hail Marys
And crossed himself and then
At Sunday confession
He forgave himself again
She sits alone by the altar
Her handbag clasped by her knee
She’ll never find forgiveness
For her husband or for the priest
She said three Hail Marys
And crossed herself and then
At Sunday confession
She hated them again
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9. |
No Missed Calls
03:27
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I’ve never known an ache like this
A perfect day with all our kids
We couldn’t even stop to kiss
Please don’t call, don't call
Don’t call, don't call
As much as I should try to fight it
I can't help but feel excited
Maybe I should turn and run
Please don’t call, don't call
Please don’t call, or I’ll fall
As I’m laying down to sleep
Pray that I don’t dream too deep
Afraid that I will call to you
Please don’t call, don't call
Don’t call or I'll fall
One day this will start to fade
A treasured photo tucked away
And I’ll be happy that I stayed
You didn’t call, you didn't call
You didn't call, you didn't call
No, no missed calls, no new messages
No, no missed calls, no new messages
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10. |
Open Skies
03:24
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I need to unwind, leave it behind
And head for the open skies
I'm gonna set sail, don't need a trail
Heading for the open skies
Cos I, I, Cos I, I
I’m heading for open skies, I’m heading for open skies,
I’m heading for open skies
These moments we steal
Stood in a field, all is revealed
Staring at the open skies
We're getting away, away from the grey
Heading for open skies
Cos I, I, Cos I, I
I’m heading for open skies, I’m heading for open skies
I’m heading for open skies
Lost in my thoughts (open skies)
Need St. John's Wort (open skies)
I can't get caught (open skies)
Heading for open skies
Heading for open skies
Cos I, I, Cos I, I
I’m heading for open skies, I’m heading for open skies
I’m heading for open skies, I’m heading for open skies
I’m heading for open skies
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11. |
Speeding
04:15
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Drifting through the dappled shade
Of a tree-lined lane on a summer’s day
Coasting on my own sweet way
Who can say when this will end?
Who knows what life will send?
But I'm speeding hard towards the coming bend
Pretending it’s strength of mind
I'm ignoring all the signs
As I’m speeding hard toward the coming bend
Pretending it’s strength of mind
I'm ignoring all the signs
As I’m speeding
I can’t say I have a choice
I’m singing while I have a voice
But I'm speeding hard toward the coming bend
Pretending it’s strength of mind
I'm ignoring all the signs
As I’m speeding hard toward the coming bend
Pretending it’s strength of mind
I'm ignoring all the signs
As I’m speeding
Maybe that it's time to stop
I’m not sure I'd survive the shock
I need the speed and the wind rush in my hair
Who can say when it will end?
Who knows what life will send?
But I'm speeding, I’m speeding, I’m speeding, I’m speeding
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12. |
You Wear The Smile
04:20
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I know where you sleep
I know what you dream
I am where you are now
And where you have been
I know when you cry though I can't explain
I'm nursing your wounds, I'm soothing your pain
I love who you love
And I feel your joy
We’ve always been one
Since we were a boy
Don't regret anything
Regrets are for fools
You can build anything
When you have the tools
Football games, fairways green
All the beauty we have seen
Santa Cruz, mahogany
Musicality flowing out of me
I’ll walk in your steps
I'll get lost with you
You'll be true to me
I’ll be true to you too.
Well embrace everything
We'll run every mile
I'll bear the frown
While you wear the smile
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Serious Child England, UK
Roots songwriter from the West Sussex woods
⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑ Spiral Earth
⭑⭑⭑⭑ RnR
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