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Fall
05:08
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What you gonna do with
The boxes under the bed?
Angels on your pillow
The things you’ve left unsaid
The romance of the recluse
Ain’t all it’s cracked up to be
Hear the voices you’ve created
And they will fall, you’ll see
They’ll fall for your angels
Fall for your lovers
They will fall for your cowboys
They will fall for your kings
Fall for your devils
Fall for your prisoners
They will fall for your gunmen
They will fall for your ghosts
Go and find the places
Where others fear to tread
If god can’t grace the hit parade
The detail’s fine instead
Your eyes may lose their sparkle
But you can shine from within
Cast your spell and watch them falling
As the songs begin
They’ll fall for your angels
Fall for your lovers
They will fall for your cowboys
They will fall for your kings
Fall for your devils
Fall for your prisoners
They will fall for your gunmen
They will fall for your ghosts
Maybe you find yourself
Walking with the troubled
But don’t you know, my friend
A song shared is a song doubled
(That’s why they’ll)
Fall for your angels
Fall for your lovers
They will fall for your cowboys
They will fall for your kings
Fall for your devils
Fall for your prisoners
They will fall for your gunmen
They will fall for your ghosts
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When I count the years since that day in November
I might smile and ask where it all went right
But our darkest fears sit beside what we remember
And the truth lies somewhere in between
One day we’re in the light, but it changes overnight
Given the random nature of life
Sometimes we’ll laugh
Sometimes we’ll cry
Even the dogs in the street know that
Sometimes we’ll laugh
Sometimes we’ll cry
When you count the smiles etched upon these total strangers
You might ask, ‘where am I going wrong?’
But if you look behind you’ll reveal something stranger
There’s a fear that the pain won’t subside
As you start to sing, the phone begins to ring
Given the random nature of life
Sometimes we’ll laugh
Sometimes we’ll cry
Even the likes of Kim Jong-un knows
Sometimes we’ll laugh
Sometimes we’ll cry
Sometimes we’ll laugh
Sometimes we’ll cry
Sometimes we’ll laugh
Sometimes we’ll cry
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Grant McLennan dead at forty eight
A heart attack in bed in his hometown
That evening’s party now become a wake
The chorus comes later
Songs are strewn around him
Like invisible petals
Roses for lyrics
Lilies for notes
The chorus comes later
A sound that reaches back into the earth
To bloom again in someone else’s ears
But never heard the same as when he sang
The chorus comes later
I recall a schoolboy coming home
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Snapshots
05:17
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The young boy leaps with his hands above his head
He’s left his shoes by the pillow on the bed
The clock reminds us he should be asleep by now
But his smile says that he’s dodged that one somehow
Within a minute and the picture starts to fade
The colours that were vivid once have started to degrade
I’m in a dark room where chemicals react
Developing a series of images that act
Like snapshots I’m capturing
They’re out of focus
Or was it timelapse?
Those snapshots I’m capturing
I can’t hold on to them
Slip through my fingers
The girl holds on to the rope with both hands
Her red dress billows out five feet above the sand
Joy and fear in equal measure on her face
She is an astronaut ascending into space
Before I know it and the picture starts to bleach
Overexposure has left it out of reach
I’m in a dark room where chemicals react
Developing a series of images that act
Like snapshots I’m capturing
They’re out of focus
Or was it timelapse?
Those snapshots I’m capturing
I can’t hold on to them
Slip through my fingers
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Here’s the music that you can’t stop playing
Here’s the movie with the actor saying
‘You won’t see the likes of us again’
Long-haired lovers you cannot abide
The one-hit-wonder’s heading fora nosedive
Drowning his sorrows in Dubonnet
It’s not what it was like in the 70s
And we should be thankful for this small mercy
The decade took Hendrix, Bolan and Presley
(But still) It’s not what it was like in the 70s
See the hippy, born 1950
She needs a job, her eyes are looking shifty
She won’t take the brown acid again
Polyester suits you will survive
These happy days we tend to romanticise
Maybe we’ll just call it a day
It’s not what it was like in the 70s
And we should be thankful for this small mercy
The decade took Hendrix, Bolan and Presley
(But still) It’s not what it was like in the 70s
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6. |
In Your Eyes
03:11
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In your eyes I see flowers in the garden
And they bloom by that old willow tree
That seems to be weeping forever
Like your eyes have been crying for me
We passed the time by lazy winding rivers
We lay our heads on fields of green and gold
We carved upon a tree our names for all to see
So how can you turn away from me and say
In your eyes I see flowers in the garden
And they bloom by that old willow tree
That seems to be weeping forever
Like your eyes have been crying for me
No it seems it’s been weeping forever
Like your eyes have been crying for me
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7. |
Fred's Last Waltz
05:17
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Listen, John, sit by my side
Lean closer so I can see
The songs you wrote gave me more pleasure
To sing all alone than some of my own
You turned a Smile into a Queen
And barely passed your teens
Success to you was note-perfection
While the audience sings
Your kids in the wings
Stand by my side, come please sing with me
E minor fifth on the count of three
The hits and the flops
The fights and the strops
Fall into perspective when I’m wondering
Who will be there?
Tell me, dear, please tell me
So listen, John, will they sing my songs
Twenty years from now?
I try to write but on words I stumble
When there’s not much to say
It’s just day by day
Stand by my side, come please dance with me
‘Millionaire’s Waltz’ on the count of three
The hits and the flops
The fights and the strops
Fall into perspective when I’m wondering
Who will be there?
Tell me, dear, please tell me
Flying as the world keeps on spinning
The years, like lovers, pass by
Days spent in outrageous costumes
I’m sorry I made you a unicorn!
Stand by my side, come please drink with me
Stolichnaya straight on the count of three
The hits and the flops
The fights and the strops
The piss that we took
Foundations we shook
The fake plastic tits
The writing credits
Fall into perspective when I’m wondering
Who will be there?
Tell me, dear, please tell me
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8. |
The Start of the Affair
04:58
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Who would have thought that twenty years later
You could still have a hold on me
You opened your arms and took me in gladly
There was no place that I’d rather be
In an old rundown house your sunlight hit the corners
Unaccustomed to your charms previously
I would spend half the day barefoot on the pavement
With a joy I could scarcely believe
Do your streets look the same?
Does your heart call my name?
Will you wait till I come back again?
We’ll pick up what we had
It might make us feel sad
But we’ll pretend it’s the start of the affair
We’ll pretend it’s the start of the affair
In the hills to the west we sang your songs nightly
Just waiting to get back to you
I was happy to be in the company of strangers
Peter, Rachel, Jo, Ben, Gills and Lu
So I’ll get on that plane and pack my bags lightly
I won’t need much in your company
And we’ll watch the waves break upon the whitest beaches
From the shade of acacia trees
Do your streets look the same?
Does your heart call my name?
Will you wait till I come back again?
We’ll pick up what we had
It might make us feel sad
But we’ll pretend it’s the start of the affair
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9. |
Q&A
04:12
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An answer to these questions please:
Was I really on some other planet
The day before we first met?
How did you fly that rocketship, baby
From the safety of your kitchenette?
What was it I said as we stood in the doorway
That gave you a reason to laugh?
No use in asking what I would be doing
If you’d chosen some alternative path
That’s how it is
That’s how it is
That’s how it is
(Keep asking, keep asking, an answer to these questions please)
How did you get so beautiful, baby
In your 1950s second hand dress?
How come we both want exactly the same things
If you don’t count Steely Dan, Queen and Yes?
What does it matter if the house sinks, darling?
Wherever we end up we’ll call home
How come we’re traveling at eighteen miles per second
Side by side with destination unknown?
That’s how it is
That’s how it is
That’s how it is
(Keep asking, keep asking, an answer to these questions please)
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10. |
The Ballad of Eva & Emil
06:00
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Arrows and bow
Saddle the horses and off we go
Over the mountains and down to the sea
Guides far behind us, there’s just you and me
Take aim, fire
Truth be told we are two liars
With our axe and our pepper spray, our old blunderbuss
They can’t take the honey spoon from us
And when the sun high-fives the moon over yonder
We’ll roll out the sleeping bags and the stars we’ll ponder
By firelight we’ll hide out while hatching our plan
We’ll heat up the beans on our toy frying pan
In silence and darkness we might be surrounded
By folks who could do us harm, accusations unfounded
But we’ll turn the tables and capture their hearts
They’ll raise up their hands and we’ll all start to laugh
Arrows and bow
Saddle the horses and off we go
Over the mountains and down to the sea
Guides far behind us, there’s just you and me
Take aim, fire
Truth be told we are two liars
With our axe and our pepper spray, our old blunderbuss
They can’t take the honey spoon from us
They can’t take the honey spoon from us
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11. |
Megan
04:40
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Remember when you first landed here
Blinking in the light, wondering where you are
But where were we before you came?
Waiting on that mystery train
Unprepared and terrified
Despite our being unqualified
Part of us will always see eye to eye
Megan you might be worried about
The things you should’t be worried about
Don’t you know we’re still learning about it all
Megan don’t you hurry about
The things you needn’t hurry about
The world will go on spinning about the sun
You walk the walk and talk the talk
Point your little fingers, telling it how it is
Try to tell us what to do
Though you haven’t got a clue
Don’t you know that we feel the same way too
Megan you might be worried about
The things you should’t be worried about
Don’t you know we’re still learning about it all
Megan don’t you hurry about
The things you needn’t hurry about
The world will go on spinning about the sun
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