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Marian and Leo going round in circles
It’s going to be the death of a friend
Marian and Leo search a truth eternal
They’ll never ever get to the end
Will you go … between as Mercury in the sun
You’re the go … between the lady and farmer’s son
Century’s tradition exploding in suspicion
Tragedy the end of a gun
Remember Julie Christie you’ll never ever miss me
It’s over before it’s begun
Will you go … between as Mercury in the sun
You’re the go … between the lady and farmer’s son
Run away, run away, run and don’t you cry
Though the letter in your hand has blood stains … you don’t ask why
Run away, run away, run and don’t you cry
Alan will blow your mind … Alan will blow his mind
Will you go … between as Mercury in the sun
You’re the go … between the lady and farmer’s son
Will you go … between as Mercury in the sun
You’re the go … between the lady and farmer’s son
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2. |
Outside Edge
04:45
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Summer was always endless when I was young
The games we played, the evenings they went … on and on and on …
Autumn stumbled, how we fumbled, innocence had gone
We should run away, forever …
I’m on the outside edge
Of the cricket ground … they tore it down
To build another ‘Workingtown’ … and …
I could only hope … beyond the boundary rope
I could only hope you’d still be there …
And I could only dream … outside pavilion extremes, and
I could only dream you’d still be there …
Winter was always cold with the Christmas snow
Nights were silent, tears defiant … on and on we go …
Springtime save us, grass was paved up, innocence had gone
We should run away, together …
I’m on the outside edge
Of the cricket ground … they tore it down
To build another ‘Workingtown’ … and …
I could only hope … beyond the boundary rope
I could only hope you’d still be there …
And I could only dream … outside pavilion extremes, and
I could only dream you’d still be there …
I could only hope … beyond the boundary rope
I could only hope you’d still be there …
And I could only dream … outside pavilion extremes, and
I could only dream you’d still be there …
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3. |
All or Nothing
04:11
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Believe it or not, it’s all or nothing
Take it or leave it, somewhere else
In through the out-door, could lead to something
There’s no-one to love when you’re in love with yourself
And when it comes around …
And when it all breaks down …
It’s not what you say … it’s what you do …
It’s not what you crave … it’s how much you lose …
Clutching at straws you grab more than a handful
Up to your neck in meaningless lies
Out of your depth and drowning, it’s sinful
Over your head, why am I not surprised
And when it starts being good …
And when it stops being cruel …
It’s not what you say … it’s what you do …
It’s not what you crave … it’s how much you lose …
Believe it or not, it’s all or nothing
Take it or leave it, somewhere else
In through the out-door, could lead to something
There’s no-one to love when you’re in love with yourself
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4. |
Johnny Flynn
05:09
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Step aside, step back in time
Disappear into the past, what’s on, your mind
Spend your time Vanity Fair
Costume crisis, or a drama, you, don’t care
When Johnny Flynn plays his mandolin
You know the folk will love you more
When Johnny sings, it’s the saddest thing
But the folk will love you more …
Tread the boards, tread carefully
See his name in lights, on stage, or T.V. screen
Hang a poster on the wall
If you’re lovesick you can dream, of pillow … talk
When Johnny Flynn plays his mandolin
You know the folk will love you more
When Johnny sings, it’s the saddest thing
But the folk will love you more …
Cast your fate, he’ll cast his spell
In the college chapel choir, a sweet, farewell
If there’s stardust in your head
Take a genius, ‘Freewheelin’ from your bed
When Johnny Flynn plays his mandolin
You know the folk will love you more
When Johnny sings, it’s the saddest thing
But the folk will love you more …
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You remember Daisy
in her second-hand-me-downs, Sunday afternoon
You remember Daisy
watch the culprit lazy clowns, full-of-the-moon
And when she went to school
She broke every rule, and she broke every heart
Dancing in the shadows of the cavalcades, she’ll be
In everybody’s world
Happy in the tee-shirt of ‘The Renegades’, you’ll see
Everybody’s girl
You remember Daisy
Cotton silhouette and part-time Tuesday blues
You remember Daisy
When the streets are wet, it’s half-past maybe too
And when she went to school
She broke every rule, and she broke every heart
Dancing in the shadows of the cavalcades, she’ll be
In everybody’s world
Happy in the tee-shirt of ‘The Renegades’, you’ll see
Everybody’s girl
And when she went to school
She broke every rule, and she broke every heart
Dancing in the shadows of the cavalcades, she’ll be
In everybody’s world
Happy in the tee-shirt of ‘The Renegades’, you’ll see
Everybody’s girl
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6. |
It's Alright
03:05
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Come with me, on a flight of final fantasy
An easy ride
Come and see, Madame Bovary in Paris
She will read, your mind
It’s immoral and a liberty
When you say … that it’s alright
You’re not immortal it’s a … certainty
When you say … that it’s alright … it’s alright
Come with me, down to Kensington and Chelsea
Watch the world go by
Come and see, Captain Satisfaction guarantee
His alibi
It’s immoral and a liberty
When you say … that it’s alright
You’re not immortal it’s a … certainty
When you say … that it’s alright … it’s alright
It’s immoral and a liberty
When you say … that it’s alright
You’re not immortal it’s a … certainty
When you say … that it’s alright … it’s alright
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7. |
These Days (acoustic)
05:06
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In the lazy days under summer’s pale blue skies
I sit on the steps and listen to The Lilac Time
I see your brother … out on his bicycle
And I wonder … could I leave it all behind
These are … the days I’ve waited for
….. The first quarter of my life
These are … the words I’m spoken for
….. These are the days
When the leaves on the trees are no longer green
And the sky it darkens so much earlier, it seems
The wind blows through my life as it carries a song in the air
I watch as your brother cycles by, and I can see by the look, in your eyes
These are … the days I’ve waited for
….. The first quarter of my life
These are … the words I’m spoken for
….. These are the days
This is the world in which we’re living
It’s unforgiving … misunderstood
I threw away my books provoking
Now I’m hoping … in likelihood … these are the days
These are … the days I’ve waited for
….. The first quarter of my life
These are … the words I’m spoken for
….. These are the days
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8. |
The Almanac
03:43
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It was late … in the day … with no thoughts of coming home
As we rode our rusty bikes … and fought with sticks and stones
In our camp out in the woods … where we’d call each other names
Nothing hurt … no-one cried … it was all just childhood games
The sun cast shadows long … ripping jeans and grazing knees
And the man with the ice-cream van … filled grabbing hands with glee
Over fields … hide and seek … the laughter didn’t fade
Rough and tumble … we fumble … and a chance to misbehave
But the teenage anger years … saw friendships slip away
And our path now overgrown … with winter beards of grey
And the gang over the road … have girls and boys with growing pains
We might hurt … we might cry … but the memories remain
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9. |
This Time It Was Me
03:41
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Lying on your bed last night
Staring at your eyes
Opens up another world
Living dreams and sighs
It took so long to realize
You were angry as could be
It took so long to compromise
This time it was me
La la ….. la la la la la la….
La la ….. la la la la la la….
I learned to hate those things I loved
You turned me upside down
Became a child to talk about
Kept me where you belonged
It took so long to realize
You had me on my knees
I wouldn’t start to compromise
This time it was me
La la ….. la la la la la la….
La la ….. la la la la la la….
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I've Been Listening
03:06
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I’ve been listening to everyone
Now I’m talking to myself
My faith is fearful … inside my head
I left my confidence … somewhere else
Is there an easy way to face the truth
Will it make me … or break me in two
But I know … that it’s good … but it’s serious
And I know … that it’s good … I’m not scared for us
I’ve been looking out for everyone
But now I’m looking at myself
“Don’t take advice from tee-shirts,” someone said
Artificial words have no place, there
Is there an easy way to face the truth
Will it make me … or break me in two
But I know … that it’s good … but it’s serious
And I know … that it’s good … I’m not scared for us
But I know … that it’s good … but it’s serious
And I know … that it’s good … I’m not scared for us
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Reflections
03:20
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The hands of the clock keep moving faster
Applauding me or is it laughter
As a boy I used to cry on shoulders
With the passing time I feel much older, yet
The mirror cracked its final smile
A looking glass can wait awhile
For the boy who used to cry alone
With the passing time, the boy has gone, away
Reflections in your pale eyes
Saying good – byes … could be cruel
Affection can be improvised
A consolation prize … is one so good
The hands of the clock keep moving faster
Applauding me or is it laughter
As a boy I used to cry on shoulders
With the passing time I feel much older, yet
I feel much older, yet
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12. |
The Midnight Sailors
05:20
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At night I turn to face the wall
My books I’ve thrown upon the floor
My eyes won’t close until … it’s time
What Al has said may not ring true
My maps have all been torn in two
I’m safe until … 11:59
Our captain says it’s time to go
Where this ship sails no-one knows
But you ….. lighting my way
The Midnight Sailors call … for you
The Midnight Sailors coming through
I cried when I first went to school …
Those history teachers called me “fool”
Head in the clouds … but not at sea
“Trust Al”, he said, and lessons learned
From pages that were never turned
And now at last … it’s clear to me
Our captain says it’s time to go
Where this ship sails no-one knows
But you ….. lighting my way
The Midnight Sailors call … for you
The Midnight Sailors coming through
The Midnight Sailors call … for you
The Midnight Sailors coming through
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The Midnight Sailors England, UK
"...as if Grant McLennan had written The Village Green Preservation Society..." Setting sail on a morning from a Jacques Tati movie, 'The Midnight Sailors' travel lightly, with Al Stewart records in their luggage aboard the good ship Lord Grenville. They head towards the notorious Seas of Rhyme - acoustic guitars in hand, lyrics in scribbled scrapbooks and just one set of spare mandolin strings. ... more
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