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City Skins
03:40
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Won't you come away from the street lights?
Take a chance to play on the flip side?
Lead yourself away from the fast life?
Start a brand new day in the sunshine?
The city lights are growing tired
and longing for the soft dark balm of night
Beneath the feet and busy rides
Heavy streets are aching for some peace of mind
Some peace of mind
(Chorus)
This civil guise you hold so high
Is bonafide as eastern sales advise
Beneath the ties and high brow smiles
City skins are itching for the naked sky
The naked sky
The more you build your towers high
The more they're sure to fall
To make a leap you've got to leave
Betray the callous confines of your walls
(Chorus var.)
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Green Eyed Kid
05:38
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(Verse 1)
Mummy's pride and joy
Makes a strange funny noise
With a wail he can hail
His avian companions
He's clever with his hands
Has a way with with trees and plants
He's away all the day
In silent communion
(Chorus)
Unruly boy, where's your joy to?
What's put you in this spell?
Can we ignore all those like you?
It's hard to admit, cause we don't know where you fit
Green-eyed Kid
(Verse 2)
Daddy's estranged child
Plays alone in the wild
Eating leaves, saving seeds
Counting mycelium
He'll conjure up some string
Show you birds and how they sing
He's all ears, 'till he hears
A grown-ups opinion
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Tides
04:27
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I watched them come ashore, calling, calling
Raw hands upon the oars, seeking sanctuary
Wet bodies in the surf, heaving, heaving
Nobody on this earth, would wish this hell
Would we sit all stiff lipped, with our lives blown away?
Would we chance the distance, cross the Aegean sea?
A message in the sand, send assistance
We need a helping hand, don't delay
The waters rising fast, heed us, heed us
This boat's not built to last, call mayday
Can we sit and watch this, content in apathy?
Can we stem the poor spent, tides of humanity?
Freezing hands are always feeling
For warmth again, warmth again
Tired limbs are always seeking
For home again, home again
I caught it on the wind, planned resistance
No welcome in this land, no reprieve
What wretched ignorance turns victims to militance
And turns them back to sea, to cast away
Can we sit and watch this, content in apathy?
Can we stem the poor spent, tides of humanity?
Will we quite the solace or our impunity?
Will we waive, send our aid 'cross the Aegean Sea?
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Young Buck
04:48
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Screech of steel on skin and bone, shaken
Curse of breath and a body thrown
Dented and dumped in a ditch to die, wasted
One more trip with a toll so high
To check the vital signs,
To try and save a life so frail so innocent
What a hinderance!
To face the bloody truth,
Now that's a mighty coup because this
This fragile skin, we live in
This fragile skin, has grown too thick
Red slick stains on the clay and stone, fading
Quick fire breath and an earthly groan
A case to ponder or a cause to hide
'cause this young buck's just the tip of the ice
A hand of human kind, upon the trembling hide
So torn so conflicted is this pained witness
To end the ailing life, or let the night decide so hard 'cause
This fragile skin, we live in
This fragile skin, has grown too thick
He wipes his salty eyes,
Weeping as he slides the blad from ear to throat
What a way to go
A euthenised demise,
A sign of all the times inside this
This fragile skin, we live in
This fragile skin, has grown too thick
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5. |
Sticks & Canvas
02:35
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