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"Sally"
(originally by Kerbdog)

"Sally"
(originally by Kerbdog)



If I had a clue and a room, I would need a car to get you home tonight again
Oh yeah again.
Got to get your hearing right or the fright,
Never know what you're getting into now again
Oh yeah again.
So you tell me lend me an ear, you're to hear,
I'm the one and only hand that you can hold again.
Oh yeah again.
Not to say a bird in the hand should be glad,
Some small mercies all you will ever have again
Oh yeah again.

So the stakes couldn't make,
I don't need the help of you.
Could you try out of sight?
For I haven't got a clue,
Haven't got what it takes to.
Got it wrong Sally's won.
Denim suits get it.
That's just what I was told and I don't care if I was sold.
So you were right, Sally flied.
I don't know what to hit.
I accept and can take the blame.
Can you fake when the fake is lame?

Changing round I have found,
Whether you're in can only leave you drowned again.
Oh yeah again.
Get the message loud and clear for my dear,
Places I will go to lumber with my gear again.
Oh yeah again.

If you need a little help to move let me know.
Cause hardly I can wait to say to you let it go.
Vilify me if it makes the cut turn you on.
And I'm sure by the time you gain
 
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"Sea Legs"

"Sea Legs"



Moving, keep moving, the tour never stops.
In the light of petrol stations and cheap corner shops
I have finally figured a list of the things that I've got,
And the things that I'm not.
I need you, I need you, I need you to care,
When I'm moving it's soothing to know that you're there,
And that when I get home I can breathe you like heady fresh air,
For as long as I dare.

Honey I'm sorry, but I've got my sea legs again.
If I stand on dry land for a minute, I feel sick and then
I have to start moving again.

From Glasgow to Moscow, from London to Lille,
Sat on the platform or next to the wheel,
I haven't got space on this postcard to say how I feel,
But that was the deal.
I miss you, I miss you, but I don't ask your help.
When I'm out on the road I look out for myself;
I look after my guitar, my clothes and my wallet, my health,
And nothing else.

You're on my phone again, well,
What do you want me to say,
When I'm this far away?
And you don't know where I am, well,
You're not the only one.
I am lost and I'm gone away
(Oh Darling Thou Pluckest Me Out)
And I don't even know where you are
(Oh Darling Thou Pluckest Me Out)
And I don't even know who you are anymore.
 
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"Silent Key"

"Silent Key"



On the 28th of January 1986 Christa McAuliffe
Gazed in horror as the O-rings failed,
And she died, and she died, and she died.

For the next agonising two minutes and forty-five long seconds
She called out the truth on a broken radio:
"I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive".

It came as some surprise to realise that
As she lost everything
The world was revealed in a transmission so real
That she understood everything:
You're still alive.

Four thousand nautical miles as the crow flies away
A home-made ham radio in the loft of a Hampshire family home
Came alive, came alive, came alive.

And so the four year old amateur operator thus became
The only person to hear Christa's last desperate communique:
"We're alive, we're alive, we're alive".

It came as some surprise to realise
While he didn't catch everything,
The world was revealed in a transmission so real
That he understood everything:
You're still alive.

And Christa said:

"The darkness up above
Led me on like unrequited love,
While all the things I need
Were down here in the deep blue sea."

At four years old I heard the truth on my radio,
So now I keep a moment's silence for my Silent Key.
 
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"Smiling At Strangers On Trains"
(originally by Million Dead)

"Smiling At Strangers On Trains"
(originally by Million Dead)



It was the strangest thing today
I saw new footprints in abandoned pathways.
Beneath forgotten undergrowth something stirring again.
You were a single red blood cell but I lost you in the knot of capillaries
But you were bringing me oxygen when I needed it most in the smoke.
And you were always as far as Mongolia,
As close as my clothes,
Your presence pervading,
But it still never shows.
As close as the answer I never quite know,
Or can't quite remember.
Your distance insidious,
As soft as a blow.
Your shadow is with me wherever I go.
It's on the tip of my tongue but still I never quite know,
Or can't quite remember.
I don't quite remember.
The forced proximity of a million different Mike Leigh movies
Makes me long for the fresh air of a familiar face
And not the violence of loneliness
Nor the unease of surrounded seclusion.
I keep nearly missing you around corners and in passing trains.
And if I'd known that you weren't so far away,
That you were never that far away
I could've rode this train smiling.
 
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"Somebody To Love"
(originally by Queen)

"Somebody To Love"
(originally by Queen)



Each morning I get up I die a little,
Can't barely stand on my feet,
Take a look in the mirror and cry,
Lord what you're doing to me?
I have spent all my years in believing you,
But I just can't get no relief, lord,
Somebody, somebody,
Can anybody find me somebody to love?

I work hard every day of my life,
I work till I ache my bones.
At the end I take home my hard earned pay all on my own -
I get down on my knees and I start to pray,
Till the tears run down from my eyes, lord,
Somebody, somebody,
Can anybody find me somebody to love?

He works hard, everyday - I try and I try and I try,
But everybody tries to bring me down,
They say I'm going crazy,
They say I got a lot of water in my brain,
Got no common sense,
I got nobody left to believe.

Find me somebody to love.
Can anybody find me somebody to love?
 
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"Something Of Freedom"

"Something Of Freedom"



Lord save me from those with my best interests at heart
Lord save me from sleeves emblazoned with hearts
From fools who place horses in front of their carts
Who care less for learning than teaching
For they know not of what they are speaking

Yeah, you're marching in matching Che Guevara T shirts
You're so damn conceited, it's starting to hurt
You were born in to freedom so you don't know it's worth
And you constantly speak of solutions
But you only repeat revolution

When you live with your parents, your ideals come cheap
But what of the families with children to feed?
For the ones who've scored riches have more than they need
While the rest of us think of survival
Your money can pay for your morals

You say that for omelettes, you're gonna need to break eggs
But if you follow your logic, you're soon breaking heads
To patch your polemic, you tear us to shreds
You'd steal all our voices for your thunder
For your politics, nothing but plunder

And we will not be judged or be put into place
As no more than members of class are of race
We're free individuals and that's what you hate
Our society is not a machine
You can steer or shut down as you please

And one day you'll struggle to make your ends meet
And one day you'll struggle to stand on your feet
And you'll find something true that'll make your heart beat
And you'll sacrfice something of meaning
And you'll understand something of freedom
 
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"Song For Eva Mae"

"Song For Eva Mae"



Eva Mae,
I remember the date you were born
It was the summer
Your mum and dad called me up to say how proud
They were
Voices wringing with the love of a new born child
Light shining in their eyes, expectant smiles

Eva Mae,
Well your father and I have been friends
Many years
Watch the world around us change,
Hoped our hopes, feared our fears
He asked me to watch you, as you grow
Hold your hand through the highs and lift you up through the lows

Now Eva Mae,
Don't you judge me too hard
I try to be a good man to be the best with what I got
Eva Mae,
I will teach you what I know
And watch over you everywhere that you go

Eva Mae,
I have made many mistakes
In my time
Built my share of bridges and broken hearts
I've told lies
I have not always followed my own advice
I've fallen flat
But Eva darling sometimes that's just life

Eva Mae,
With the way that I am I might not
Much be around
But I'll stop in from time to time to share
The things I've learnt
You should keep your friends and family close
And always always always try to say yes
And we can not ever one of us be perfect
But darling we can try our best

Now Eva Mae,
I won't ever judge your heart,
Just try to be a good girl and do the best with what you got
Now Eva Mae,
I will teach you what I know,
And watch over you everywhere you will go
Everywhere you will go
 
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"Song For Josh"

"Song For Josh"



So this song's for Josh

Why didn't you call?
My phone's always on
Why didn't you call?
Before you got gone

And I can't say for certain what I would have said
But now I am helplessly silent instead
There's a hole in my heart and in my head
Why didn't you call?

Why didn't you say something, on the last time we met?
Why didn't you say something? There's always hope left
And I can't say for certain what I would have done
But I can't do anything now that you're gone
And it kills me to think that for a second you felt alone

Now you can measure the mark of a man on the day that he died
In the mixture of memory and wreckage that he leaves behind
And I know you were carrying too much weight on the evening when you slipped away
But I loved you like a brother, man, and I never really had a chance to say

So at half past nine each evening, I'll think of my friend
And at half past nine, I'll remember you were better than your end
Cause I too have stood up on that ledge, but I know you'd have pulled me back down from the edge
And I let you down in your darkness, I wasn't there

So I'll remember you making a hole through the kids in the crowd
And I remember you lifting me up, each time I fell down
And I'll glance at the barrier when I'm watching the band
And I'll expect to see you there stood on the foot stand

But I guess I will see someone else
That's when I'll whisper to myself
Brother I miss you like hell...

Thanks very much
That's for Josh Burdette
Let's hear it for Josh, come on!
 
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"Song To Bob"
(originally by Bob Dylan)

"Song To Bob"
(originally by Bob Dylan)



I'm out here a thousand miles from my home
Walking a road other men have gone down
I'm seeing a new world of people and things
Hear paupers and peasants and princes and kings.

Hey hey Bob Dylan I covered your song
About a funny old world that's coming along
Seems sick and it's hungry, it's tired and it's torn
It looks like it's dying and it's hardly been born.

Hey hey Bob Dylan but I know that you know
All the things that I'm saying and a many times more
I'm singing you the song but I can't you sing enough
'Cause there's not many men that've done the things that you've done.

Here's to Springsteen and Cohen and Neil Young too
And to all the good people that travelled with you
Here's to the hearts and the hands of the men
That come with the dust and are gone with the wind.

I'm leaving tomorrow but I could leave today
Somewhere down the road someday
The very last thing that I'd want to do
Is to say I've been hitting some hard travelling too
 
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"Sons Of Liberty"

"Sons Of Liberty"



Once an honest man could go from sunrise to its set
without encountering agents of his state or government.
But a sorry cloud of tyranny has fallen across the land,
brought on by the hollow men,
who did not understand that for centuries our forefathers have fought
and often died to keep themselves unto themselves, to fight the rising tide,
and that if in the smallest battles we surrender to the state,
we enter in a darkness whence we never shall escape.
Watt Tyler led the people in 1381 to meet the king at Smithfield
and issue this demand:
that Winchester’s should be the only law across the land,
the law of old King Alfred’s time, of free and honest men.
Because the people then they understood what we have since forgot:
that governments will only work for their own benefit.
And I’d rather stand up naked against the elements alone
than give the hollow men the right to enter in my home.
When they raise their hands up our lives to possess,
to know our souls, to drag us down, we’ll resist.
Stand up sons of liberty and fight for what you own.
Stand up sons of liberty and fight, fight for your homes.
So if ever a man should ask you for your business, or your name,
tell him to go and fuck himself, tell his friends to do the same.
Because a man who’d trade his liberty for a safe and dreamless sleep
doesn’t deserve the both of them, and neither shall he keep.
 
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