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String
02:19
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String together little lights
To push away the darkness and brighten nights
String together out of this maze
For where else can we live but nowadays
You will not pass this way again
No way to tie up those loose ends
There’s no need to be so sad
Losing your way is not so bad
Let it unspool
See what it brings
How long is a piece of
string together tangled strands
By reaching for and holding hands
String together each precious day
‘cause all the things that get in the way
Are the way:
That’s the way
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Paper
01:26
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I made a paper boat and set it to sail
I made a paper boat expecting to fail
It sailed west it sailed east
I sailed for a moment at least
I made a paper plane and set it to fly
I made a paper plane and threw it so high
It went up it went down
I flew for a moment before I hit ground
I made a paper crown and called myself king
I made a paper crown and ruled everything
And as such
It was too much
I turned into paper all that I touched
I made a paper world it took just one day
And then the rain came down: it melted away
And there you stood, in a wood,
leaning on a tree, smiling at me,
in a shower of paper debris,
a boat, a plane, a crumpled crown there at your feet
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Fence
01:54
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Our meetings fleeting:
Evening greetings, with the sun receding
Breeze breathes on your line of clothes
God knows I love the way your garden grows
A fence between
Makes me more keen
Over there the grass is green
Nothing common bout common sense
If all we have in common is this fence
Roses open, celebrate
all that we could cultivate behind that gate
A fence between
Makes love more keen
Over there the grass is green
Our meeting’s fleeting:
Evening greetings, with the sun receding
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Stacks
02:40
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Stacks of stacks of things in stacks
other stacks toward the back
layers to unpack of ruin, of wrack, of bric a brac
All the things there left to lay
All the things that fell where they may
Now I throw away the things I thought might be useful one day
Disorder here magnificent …. indifferent
The past though vast at last has no significance
Stacks of stacks of things in stacks
other stacks toward the back
through the wall there is a crack
a line of light in the black
Disorder there magnificent …. it’s infinite
The past though vast at last has no significance
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Upstairs
02:42
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Hey upstairs, my roof is your floor
Up there somewhere behind a closed door,
your floor’s my ceiling: a window on my feelings
My love is secret – my love is true
Love thy neighbour? Well, I guess I do.
Hey upstairs, architecture breaks my heart
are apartments meant to keep us apart
I’ll hold the lift for you, so you can make it
next level’s where I would take it
you press my buttons and I can’t fake it.
How can I love someone that I don’t know?
I don’t know. I don’t know.
Hey upstairs we have an understanding
I like to dream of being on your landing, hand in handing,
Watching how our love lights the windows of this town
But you’re upstairs, and I am down.
Yes you’re upstairs and I’m really down.
How can I love someone that I don’t know?
I don’t know. I don’t know.
Because it’s easier than loving someone I do know.
I do know. I do
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6. |
Do Go On
01:53
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When all the hitches have you tied up in knots
Prize the consolation found in unlikely spots
Though thoroughly through we muddle
There’s sky in every puddle
We’re all built to fall away from it all
The turning has no end
It can drive you round the bend when
Around every corner is… another corner
If curtains come down
On a farce or a drama
It’s not a full stop - it could be a comma
We do go on
Saying we can’t go on
Go on with you
Step off the paved path
Follow desire lines
Cause concrete can be cracked
By the tiniest vine
The show is over soon
Got as far as moths get to the moon
Go where there’s no maps
Into the great perhaps
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7. |
Becoming Rain
01:32
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nylon weddings
inland way
olive platforms
secret rose
miles drifting
mothers frail
Lincolnshire foreheads
lemon confetti
be coming rain
becoming rain
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Speakeasy
03:12
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Red door: knock twice
It’s an underworld paradise
Clouds in here: in here we reign
We let it flow ‘cause we feel no pain
Come downstairs where the music’s hot
Look at what I’m wearing (and what you’re not)
Now you can see - this tiger’s blind
Gonna spring for you as I unwind
I’m in the….
Speakeasy (easy speak)
Drink until your knees go weak.
Speakeasy (easy speak)
Come downstairs, find what you seek
Pour me another, we’re pawing each other
(2nd time ‘in a dimly lit cellar I was a good looking feller’)
ΩI’m less inhibited, when it’s prohibited
Nobody need know up above
Trip downstairs and fall in love
Same building, same street
same wee hours where we used to meet
nostalgia ain’t what it used to be
it’s hard to believe that girl (young chap) was me
A stack of chairs stacked like years
words spoken easy tend to disappear
Sick with love, sick with gin
Self medication: the doctor is in the…
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9. |
Strumalong
03:04
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We’d like to thank you all for staying.
This is the last song we’ll be playing
We’d like to thank you all for coming.
This the last song we’ll be strumming
Pack the ukes away. We’ll play another day
We’ll play another song. Strumalong
Some of us really know our stuff
Some of us know near enough
Some of us know rhythm and timing
Some of us are miming
You know it really takes all sorts
You know like notes form a chord
Each of us is very ordinary
But together we are legendary
Mmm Mmm Mmm hum along
Mmm Mmm Mmm strum along
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10. |
For The Birds
02:14
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Birds in flight:
such a magnificent sight -
wings silhouetted
by sunset light.
They’re beautiful,
But not that bright.
Look out for those who claim a bird’s eye view
Because they might have a bird’s brain too
Flying high flying low
A sloppy payload for those of us below
They will tweet that they know best
All the while feathering their nest
Proud as a peacock but dead as a dodo
Whose ancestors caught the worm years ago
You might think you own the skies
Flocking together, flying around
To whatever height you rise,
you will have to come down to the ground!
Flapping around like you’re out of your tree
Next generation born in captivity
Happy as a lark, crazy as a loon
Puffing out your chest as you toot your little tune
How you got up there we will never know
Seeds in your droppings now you’re reaping what you sow
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11. |
Brown River
02:26
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Too many wheels and not enough wings
To will your mind to other things
The wind is warm on days like these
Wet your finger hold it in the breeze
Make a raft with driftwood
Of photographs and frames
pictures of family and friends and you
Then sail the brown river till it turns blue
Take off your clothes and stitch them together
Wait for the river to rise
Take off your clothes and stitch them together
And then you’ll have a sail to fill with sighs
Now stand on your raft and sail down the river
Wave to the people you’re naked and you shiver
Watch your clothes billow in the breeze
Then sail the brown river to blue seas
Goodbye
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12. |
Ending
02:31
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What if this turns out to be the ending?
Standing staring at the stairs we were ascending
Letting go of disbelief we were suspending
All of those broken things we won’t be mending
Roads unseen by us will keep on bending
What if this turns out to be the end?
This could turn out to be the middle
The bit where things get broken when they’re brittle
This could turn out to be the middle
Between the not so sure and non-committal
This could turn out to be the middle
The bit before the bowling ball hits skittle
This could turn out to be the middle
The bit between the answer and the riddle
What if this turns out to be the start?
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Tyrone and Lesley Brisbane, Australia
The skill needed to pull our emotions from amused jubilation to sombre beauty is a rare one but these guys have it in abundance UkePlanet (UK)
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