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Crows A Calling
04:01
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Take from the sorrow,
Take from the storm,
Take from the last time we shared a room.
Take all the pieces, that once was a life,
Take them and count them then roll the dice.
I’m not certain that I am wrong,
The crows are calling the same old song,
They’re telling of familiar falling.
But you are boarding a later train,
Where the birdsong sounds to a new refrain,
But I am left with crows a calling.
(Laughing at the cage I’m trawling)
(With fears of my regret I’m brawling)
Leave the remains of what once was restored.
Leave hands that laboured still working long.
Leave them to gather and leave them to rage,
Leave them to harden and show their age.
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Let Me Know
03:00
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I’d been solid but now I’m wandering, as the tide you leave begins to flow.
I’ll turn the words you float against the lines you wrote, as the seeds of doubting grow.
I don’t need you to shower me with complimentary love debris, just let me know we’re fine.
I am sorry if I have moved too fast, I just can’t help to think that we are built to last.
And even though we are only moments in, I need to know what you’re thinking,
Or I’ll keep fighting my lonely shadow, if I don’t know what’s down below.
Or I'll start scraping the empty barrel, if there's no sign of seeds to grow.
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Highlander's Home
03:39
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I first arrived
On that holy night
As the wind against me blowed
A warning sign
To that head of mine
To keep off the one way road.
But the night was long
And the pull it was strong
So as soon as I glimpsed of Rome,
I struck a chord
And the judgement was called
For more of the Highlander’s home.
The quiet streams
And the hills it seems
Are out for deceiving me,
With wicked smiles
For each turning mile
They whisper of being free.
Now its eight below
And the charge it is low
But the promised debauchery,
Keeps that whisky burning
‘Til the warm’s returning now
Now I’m lost to the Highlander's home.
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Unavailable
04:51
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I was sold by a girl on Sunday, when the air was entirely free.
No mention of home, just people alone with thoughts of what heaven could be.
I’ve been sent in a spin by her beauty but she’s lost in a secret of wine, I can’t tell anyone about her ‘cause she’s unavailable to be mine.
I was in need of some warming when she called me on out from the sea. Shyly singing her song through hair flowing long and the look of those lips kissing me,
Now I’m uncontrollably dreaming and I can’t find the things I’m to do.
I’m all over the place and I can’t find a trace of the world that was there before you.
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Fist Full of Fears
04:47
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If I wake in the morning
With nothing but dread for my day,
Just holding on to a fist full of fears
Well that’s OK.
Even with a heavy burden to carry
And a feeling I don’t want to go,
I’m living well with each turn of the road
As time will show.
So well done for feeling the bumps on the way
And well done for keeping the demons at bay
As you ride on the highs of a well lived day
I say well done you human for being.
If I found there was a love everlasting
Only to find that its gone,
Well I hope I had a hell of a ride
And then I go and get back on.
If I found there was someone I trusted
Only to find that a lie,
Well I’ll make that truth
Only part of what I see with my own eye.
What good to you is sorry,
What good to you is dismay?
What good to you is saying its not fair?
You know I’d rather say ...
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Down to the River
05:12
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I saw you fall when the rain set in,
The season never bothered you before.
The streets they’re leading you to where you’ve been,
Well the leaves are falling darling that’s for sure.
But there lies another corner of the world I’d like to show y’.
'Cause this living's only borrowed you for now.
When your game gets old and your heart is growing cold,
Baby we’ll go down to the river, down to the banks we knowed.
We can feel alive holding on against the tide as baby we go down to the river, down below the waterline.
I walked you back to your tenement,
The fire in your eyes a burning low.
It used to be this place would compliment beyond the bricks and steel we used to know.
You asked me could I wake you when it turned a quarter passed two,
But the bells of your alarm are ringing now.
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Trailer Tent
02:00
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I lost my trailer tent in Hartlepool, when the girls all came in through the door,
They gave the run-around to this old fool when they heard I had a place to stay for four.
There was a honey one and a funny one and a positively brazen oh my cheeky one,
I wonder where they are today.
I lost my trailer tent in Hartlepool, when the trio from the next tent came to stay.
With endless bags containing alcohol, I couldn’t let them turn a single one away.
There was a fizzy one and a tall glass one and an unaccountable number of the short glass ones,
I wonder where they are today.
I lost my trailer tent in Hartlepool,, when the thunder in my head began to rain.
I can’t remember all the games we played, but I’m pretty sure I lost them all the same.
There was a slow dance one and a clothes off one and a “why don’t you just leave us with the trailer?” one.
I wonder where they are today, and is my trailer tent OK? I wonder where they are today.
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Holding On to the Sand
03:49
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What will it take to break the ice?
Another year seeking paradise?
Well that’s got us where?
Our future’s on the line
As we waste in the last remaining wine.
Hear we are wasting time away
Holding on to the sand ‘til its gone.
Can’t you hear the rushing of the sea?
Blowin’ in from the wind that’s
Rising up from the warm
From the burning of the past that we’ve come to own.
So shed a tear if that’s the way you mourn.
Or tear that machine down that’s carried us before.
‘Cause there’s still a chance that we can fight a failing dawn if we wake to the silence we have worn.
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A New Dawn
05:24
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You stood with your eye on a road you had been on as you dared to feel free.
A corner of your mind is lost to the daylight, have a hand a come with me.
And even though you’re tired and your spirit worn,
You’ve made it through the eye of the perfect storm
And this could be a new dawn.
Soured by the taste of every harsh and bitter place I’ve been and gone through along the years.
Happily I’ll bathe in charms of hope that you’ve been peddlin’ to me
Now, sweet fall my tears.
And even though I'm tired and my spirit worn,
I’ve made it through the eye of the perfect storm
And this could be a new dawn.
Though we are scarred and many times we’ve found it hard to understand just how we feel,
Holding tight can’t be the answer so let us fall, tonight, together,
Come the morn, we’ll know what’s real.
‘Cause even though we’re tired and our spirit worn,
You’ve made it through the eye of the perfect storm
And this could be a new dawn.
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10. |
So it is Written
05:24
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I wouldn’t be singing this tune for you here or knowing the joy from when purpose is clear,
If I hadn’t once mopped a bucket full of tears from that rocket of a home we held dear.
Our story needs revision, but I’ve made provision for edits and credits and handy omissions.
And though this is written without your permission, the truth is remarkably clear ...
We’re still hear.
I wouldn't be knowing that a heart would come or playin’ in this city I’m now from,
If I hadn’t once fled the most violent of storms only to find there’s no kingdom.
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Barry Noakes Glasgow, UK
Barry Noakes is a Singer, Songwriter and Multi-Instrumentalist who's come to settle in Glasgow. Originally from Coventry, Barry was classically trained in Violin, Viola, Piano and Singing before learning guitar and joining Indie Pop band Sugarfix. Since then he's turned his Violin into a Fiddle and adapted to folk and traditional styles before rediscovering his passion for songwriting. ... more
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