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1. |
Wishful Thinking
04:51
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All the anger
All the pain
Every waking day
It feels the same
Sleep on wishful thinking
There is only one dog barking
A friend of mine says
A friend of mine says
you won't be happy
'til the breeze blows through you
Like the new gloves
I can't take off
A cold handcuff
Enough Is enough
Sleep on wishful thinking
There is only one dog barking
A friend of mine says
A friend of mine says
you won't be happy
until the breeze blows through you
I don't have much to give you
such as there is your welcome
Help yourself
Empty refrigerator
I've nothing much to offer
these bare shelves
I'm not much good at entertaining
I hold my tongue
I hold my tongue
You want me to say somethlng
I see you looking at me
Say anything
My love for you is see through
I hope you feel It someday
clear and strong
I'm not much good at these formalities
I hold my tongue
I hold my tongue
Just like a moving statue will
Just like a moving statue will
I hold my tongue
I hold my tongue
I hold my tongue
I hold my tongue
Any praise
I ever gave
always comes back
In the same pack
Sleep on wishful thinking
There's only one cat crying
A friend of mine says
A friend of mine says
you won't be happy
until the breeze
blows through you
Until the breeze blows through you
Until the breeze blows through you
Until the breeze blows through you
Blows through you
Blows through you
Blows through you
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2. |
Long Dark Evenings
03:50
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You had this love
and you could send it away
over the stile
on to the pile
You had this love
It was all consumed
It filled you up
You had enough
I follow the moon
over the hill
Oh desolation
You had this smile
You could send it away
over the rim
out of the day
You had this love
Now it's gone
Into the air
like a song
I follow the moon
through a crack in the clouds
Oh you could be so cruel
You had this love
Now it's gone, gone
You had this love
Now it's gone
I plough the fields
Long dark evenings
I follow the moon
through a crack in the clouds
Oh you could be so cruel
Follow the moon
over the hill
Oh desolation
Follow the moon
through a crack in the clouds
Oh you could be so cruel
Follow the moon
over the hill
Oh desolation
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3. |
They Don't Say
04:31
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I know it's not important to you
It's just these hills and fields and sky
and far from me to be the one to make you
change your view
For me it's not so much these people
This hungry angry past
Only clouds have tears enough to shed for all these
On a train sitting backwards to the forward motion
Watch a line in decline of some old mountain
I know it's not important to you
Just then the sun turned you to gold
Then I guess you've seen it all before long ago
Egotistic mystic I can almost hear you saying to
yourself
Well good cos' I don't want to be the one to wake
you up
On a train sitting backwards to the forward motion
Watch a line in decline of some old mountain
And I suppose, they don't say
anything to you
anything to you, anything to you
Oh I suppose they don't say
anything to you
anything to you
On a train sitting backwards to the forward motion
Watch a line in decline of some old mountain
And I suppose, they don't say
anything to you
anything to you, anything to you
Oh I suppose they don't say
anything to you
anything to you
(Repeat x 5)
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4. |
Tea in a Field
03:52
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Walk through the high field
to my father
He's mowing a meadow
in the hot sun
At my feet a a lark flies up and disappearing
A dot in the blue
See him in the distance
going round and round
Then I hear the engine
going round and round
He must know every inch of this ground
Walking over
he's smiling
and the engine's cooling down
and the engine's cooling down
and the engine's cooling down
Find I'm singing
and I'm walking home
He was always different
when we were on our own
He works on into the evening disappearing
Just his headlights
Walk through the high field
to my father
He's mowing a meadow
in the hot sun, In the hot sun
in the hot sun, In the hot sun
in the hot sun, In the hot sun
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5. |
Jericho
04:44
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Forty nine times round
this old stone town
When cracks appear
they appear to be
they appear to me
to be mine all mine
all mine all mine
The sun's too young
to shine in here
In this bar they don't speak
they just listen to the radio on the TV
and It drives me
to the open sea
where the yachts all swing
on their anchor chains
Oh sundown, oh thank you
Oh sundown, oh thank you
Forty nine times round
Still no trumpets sound
I'll find some old crash cans though
and I'll roll them
and cajole them
Then I'll throw them
through the windows
and the dead will rise
and the dreamers know
This Is Jericho
Oh sundown, oh thank you
Oh sundown, oh thank you
Oh sundown, oh thank you
Forty nine times round this old stone
town
Forty nine times round this old stone
town
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6. |
Into Stars
05:07
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Can I break this
can I break this red light
Can I break down
can I break down here and cry
Looking down
Into stars out there
In the broken
In the broken glass I fall
Every day I
every day I touch the wall
Same grey
Same grey paving stone
and the evening light is fading
and the lights are coming on
It's raining
Every day I
every day I sing the blues
I don't look down there
It's too far down to my shoes
So far down
All that grey paving stone
and the evening light is fading
and the trucks are hissing by
and they leave me by the roadside
In a dirty little cloud
it's raining
And the evening light is fading
and the trucks are hissing by
and they leave me by the roadside
in a dirty little cloud
It's raining
Can I break this red light
Can I break this red light
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7. |
Telephone
03:27
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I telephone
upon a train
so far away
You say you're looking out
on the garden and the rain
I'm looking out on German hills and fields
You sound so close
above the driving wheels
Your sleepy voice
close to my ear
I'm crashing through freight yards
But I picture you
You with your night-dress on
Your hair I almost feel
You sound so close
above the driving wheels
The phonecard's all used up
Your voice becomes a tone
A sound so cold I feel I'm
holding a stone
I telephone
upon a train
so far away
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8. |
Tell My Heart
05:10
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Wait for the days goes
down behind the windows
Crawl to the wall
but I haven't got a straw
to stand on
Look up in the sky
Nothing there but blue air
Roll across my floor
pushing in my door
Now it's dancing on my flowers
and one little girl says
"That cloud looks like an old man lying
down"
and another little girl says
"I think it looks like a red wave"
and I tell my heart to sing
and I tell my heart to sing
and I tell my heart, and I tell my heart
I tell my heart to sing
Wait for the day goes
Colours change to black chothes
All the faces and
all the bodies decompose
and one little girl says
"That cloud looks like an old man lying
down"
and another little girl says
"I think it looks like a red wave"
and I tell my heart to sing
and I tell my heart to sing
and I tell my heart, and I tell my heart
I tell my heart to sing woo-oh and I tell
my heart to sing
and I tell my heart
and I tell my heart to sing, I tell my heart
to sing
And one little girl says
"That cloud looks like an old man lying
down"
and another little girl says
"I think it looks like a red wave"
and I tell my heart to sing
and I tell my heart to sing
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9. |
Hungry for you
04:51
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No king bee
No queen in residence
Just work your broken bones
and feed the furnace
and I'm dreaming of you endlessly
Hungry for you
Your obedient slave
Your love chains weigh me down
Cut my skin to scarlet
You think you're like God by the sea
and I'm dreaming of you endlessly
Hungry for you
Oh I'm dreaming of you endlessly,
endlessly
Hungry for you
You hold onto the high ground
even though you know, you know, you
know
you're surrounded
I'm dreaming of you endlessly, endlessly
Hungry for you, hungry for you
I'm dreaming of you endlessly, endlessly
I'm hungry for you
Hungry for you
The lamp that lures me
It burns me and it taunts me
where once I had wings
and now look at these poor things
I'm dreaming of you endlessly
Hungry for you
I'm dreaming of you endlessly, endlessly
Hungry for you
You hold onto the high ground
even though you know, you know, you know
you're surrounded
And I'm dreaming of you endlessly
I'm dreaming of you endlessly, endlessly
I'm dreaming of you, hungry for you
I'm hungry for you, dreaming of you endlessly
Hungry for you
I'm hungry for you
I'm hungry for you
I'm hungry for you
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10. |
A Dust of Frost
03:47
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Through the farm yard
cows are warm and asleep
Still in their stalls
crunching on the cud
Bright stars look down
on this little boy
running looking up at them
and all their glory
There's a little dust of frost
It stings his cheek
A gate a push
It gives and how it groans
Rusting way to itself
everyday
With steps in time
to the song that he sings
to the giant shapes of trees
that fold around home
There's a little dust of frost
It stings his cheek
There's a little dust of frost
A little dust of frost
It stings his cheek
Through the farm yard
cows are warm and asleep
Sharing their heat with the cats
and the sheep
There's a little dust of frost
It stings his cheek
There's a little dust of frost
A little dust of frost
It stings his cheek
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11. |
French Windows
03:25
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Can you imagine
You can imagine
the summer sun will
blister the white wash
wrestle with the white wash
and leave the rich red bricks to shine through
Oh when will you
Oh oh oh
Stand by the open window
A man goes by looks up
Walks on stops comes back
Standing there in the middle of the road
I think he's thinking
that I intend to jump, well
I was just wondering
when will you
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
It's the thing to do
It's a thing to do
In this city of banks
It's the thing to do
It's the thing to do
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
I go back into the interior
where the curtains hang down
into the ash and shadows and smoke
and the French French windows
open just like a heart can sometimes
Oh I don't know
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
It's the thing to do
It's the thing to do
I was just thinking
It's the thing to do
It's the thing to do
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
I go back into the interior
I go back into the interior
I go back into the interior
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