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Frantic Funk
03:35
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Self, holds me back, from myself, please don’t offer me no help, ‘less I ask.
I help myself, searching for my day of PEACE, piece of mind but mind your step, or someday you might find OUT!
SOUNDS from the street freak me out keep me up and i can’t sleep, mind’s in doubt, so I take a peak.
Somone’s calling on my phone, ringing out, don’t know that number, common sense has left my head full of doubt but freaking out ain’t gonna HELP NOBODY!
Those farmers DANCE, on my patch, lay me flat, take a SLICE OF APPLE LOVE, dish it out, but don’t pay it back, won’t you ever live or love the
SMELL of fresh cut grass, i start to WHEE-E-EEZE searching for my vento-DRUGS, please react. The frantic funk put a KNIFE IN MY BACK
Scat: “Dooaliddo bap, dum, dom doodabap”…etc
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Days of the Weak
05:14
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Time
06:09
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I have all the plans in the world, but I need all of the time in the world to complete them.
If I had all the money in the world then I’d have much more time for you.
Time isn’t bought, sold or paid for. You can’t borrow it from your friends.
I wish that time had a limit set by good folk and didn’t creep up on you in your sleep.
When you think of all the things you want to do. Don’t you wish that time it would leave you alone too.
Hesitation, discipline, motivation pack them in. Do what you want to do-oo-oo.
I had all the plans in the world. I needed all of the time in the world to complete them.
I don’t have all the money in the world. I still need much more time for you.
Time isn’t bought, sold and paid for. You should borrow it from your friends.
Time should have a limit set by everyone. It should grow on trees, in your dreams.
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Avaaz
03:55
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Living for the Day
05:28
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Working for the coal mine was a quiet lad from the Colton side
He left school as a young boy, chose a working mans life
Each day Tom woke up early, his back was strong, and his manner was kind but content the young mans mind can only keep for so long…
The men clocked out on Sunday and the custom was to go for a dram
most sheep snuck out the back way, but the wolves smelled a lamb
They cried “Tom hold your horses! We’re having none of your excuses this time, and in the morning you might curse us, but save your strength for tonight
…His lips touched the glass and the world got fast…
And they were drinking, smoking, hokey-koking, he was laughing and joking, living for the day they were
Swinging, reeling from the ceiling, he was swigging and toking, forgetting his way
Now the next thing it was Tuesday, a shaky tom didn’t feel too grand.
He called in sick on Monday, with a glass in his hand
Now running up the works lane, he said “the weekend’s done I’ve had my fun…but I can’t face work and no play, so I might just go in for one…”
And they were drinking, smoking, hokey-koking, he was laughing and joking, living for the day they were
Swinging, reeling from the ceiling, he was swigging and toking, forgetting, ohh
He started boking, shaking, he wasn’t faking, he was swimming in women, his face had gone beige
Now the smoking and drinking has killed his thinking, and he’s digging and mining, his way into the grave
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Midnight Train
04:05
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I’ve been working on a midnight train, all the hot long day
Nose to the grindstone, work my fingers to the bone, lord that midnight train
Those wheels are spinning off the track, her engine’s burning like a flame, wheels of fortune turn my way
We’re chugging along as we’re singing this song, all aboard the midnight train
Singing Choo-choo all day long
Singing amen lord for making right so wrong
Yesterday morning we were singing the blues, singing all the hot long day
We were running out of coal with every steam that she blew, good lord that midnight train
Well we were huffing, we were puffing we were tearing down the line, feel the blood course through my veins
Unscrew the jack we’ll hit Glasgow tonight, bringing home that midnight train
Singing choo-choo all day long
Singing amen lord for making right so wrong
Huffing, puffing, tearing the line now
Huffing, puffing tearing the line now
Huffing, puffing tearing the line now
Huffing, puffing, tearing down the line now…etc
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New
02:26
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8. |
Health and Safety
07:07
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9. |
Wash that World Away
04:24
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Singing in the shower on a Friday afternoon
Bubbles in your mouth, soapy suds are taking you
up to the sky wave goodbye to the doom and gloom
The sky has opened up now let the world invite you in
A chance to raise your glass in the sanctity of gin
And maybe tomorrow, tonight might make you grin
Dancing in the club with a bubble friend or two
Drinking pints of love, soon to wash right down the loo.
Everyone’s dancing, the kids are having a ball
now you’re whistling a different tune
fly fishing on a distant moon
stormy seas and big baboons
your best cruising on the midnight train
and if tomorrow gets in your face
You gotta wash that muggy world away…
…from the fuss and the buzz life seems to be
Walk out with the drones in a world that’s out of key
And think of the times we laugh
Chilling in the yard, at the family bbq
Homemade burgers cooking on a Sunday afternoon
Out in the garden, the sun shines on the lawn
now you’re whistling a different tune
sides splitting in a different booth
spicy cheese and mismatched shoes
Now your cruising on a midnight train
Suns shining when the skies are grey
Are you ever glad to have washed that world away
Na, na, na, na, na, na…etc
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We dealt the cards in the living room
Our hopes were high but our minds were full
Checked my hand, made a pair of nines
Then tried to bluff but you read my mind
The walls were choking the growing fire
The cracks were smoking, I think the seal was broken
Made a toast to the pickle jar
Forgot the end, middle and the start
Thirsty Morning, drinking the summertime,
Ice-cold warming
Drink keeps pouring, make me forget the time,
Buy some more in…
Our feet were dancing in double time
The lights were buzzing, our fizzy minds a-fuzzing
On the street we could hear a siren
The lawman came, but he found no crii-iime
Thirsty Morning, drinking the summertime,
Ice-cold warming
Drink keeps pouring, make me forget the time,
Buy some more in…
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Man's Ruin Glasgow, UK
Man’s Ruin comprise five of Scotland’s leading exponents of experimental folk music. These cross-genre folk rebels have earned international recognition for their soul-twisting interpretations of modern folk and roots music on the contemporary stage. Whether it be folk, funk, rock or electronica they seamlessly blend styles through careful and considered musical craft work. ... more
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