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I’m not a candlemaker
I’m a candlemakers son
I can’t stop the process
That my father has begun
The action so explicit
The meaning so clear
I look into my memory
And see them dying here
And If you don’t mean me any harm
Then there’s no cause for alarm.
I’m not Zimmerman;
Don’t use no Zimmer frame
I’m just in the middle
Of everybody’s games
I laugh with the crowd and don’t ask why
But I walk with a needle in my eye
Don’t ask for change I don’t got none
I just walk the road to kingdom come
I’m not nature’s son
Johnny stole a loaf
He used in downtown Brixton
Where he wants to be the most
That he can be without lifting
a finger
HE will not make it through
Because he does not have you.
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04:04
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I am the lamplight That guides you home
Through waking dawn You wander and roam
Down to the depths of the quietest place
You will see a desperate face
Unfriendly smells fill every hole
Demons and cowards searching for a soul
I am home
I’ve been saying these things for years
But Noone listens save the tears
I’ll be joining my grandfather soon
In the land beyond the tide
I’ve been crying since You left
I’m brought down broken and bereft
There was a time when you wanted me
But the veil has left and now I see
Sacrifice to your gods
Let them feel your devotion
Send his body to do god’s work
Over the ocean
Then when his bones wash up to the shore
Will anyone remember the things that he saw
Men do?
I’ve been saying these things for years
But Noone listens save the tears
I’ll be joining my grandfather soon
In the land beyond the tide
I’ve been crying since You left
I’m brought down broken and bereft
There was a time when you wanted me
But the veil has left and now I see
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Walking down an alleyway
Songs that have been sung today
Come to the fore of my memory
Before the face of ecstasy
The plug-in face of Greenwood marches
Down to the sea and the marble arches.
Say you will be there at nine
We’ll drink tea and we’ll drink Wine.
A wedding ring for Coventry
200 miles away from me
Down the yard I found my eyes
Taking me for a surprise.
And down the shore to the windward isles
Where the locals greet you with summer smiles
There it was I found a rock
They called her my five foot prop.
The Heath it was as bare as night
The ghosts and demons all alight
Down the hill to the parish fair
Where its okay to braid your hair.
Washing through to the end of sand
Where fathers drink to understand
The suffering of his wife and child
Baby pure and mother mild.
I have seen so many things
I find it very hard to sing
When life it tries to disagree
I travel back down to the sea
Then I sing my song at last
With darkness encroaching fast
Laughing at the energy
The night fades to a memory.
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I met death on the beach
Walking down the promenade
His head was dipped
He looked to have played his last card
I showed him my life as it stands
As I stood with my toes in the sands
He said “Nobody has it better than you”
So I wandered away
To the place I call home
I shut myself in my room
And rested my feet all alone
The night came in fast
With my mind free at last
And I wasted my time on nothing and everything
I met the devil in school
He was the master of pain
He barred the gates and made
a mockery of children’s games
His mind sharp as a knife
But he knew nothing of life
He just takes the souls of the young and lays them to waste
My love was a child
Before I met and I won her
Talking like Plath
A wealth of ideas possessed her
But the child inside her screamed
Forgetting her childhood dreams
She lost her way before her body was old
The Ghost of a man that
I knew was walking the halls
Of a run down venue
Where the thunderclap falls
He took me by the hand
And showed me the lay of the land
He said “someday this could all be yours”
The desert was quiet
The wind was dead as night
The sun beat down on the dunes
It was quite a sight
My body cried out for rain
The clouds answered in vain
And I set myself down to rest for the last time.
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Winter Soldier
03:36
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It was just before dawn on a tree on a hill
I imagined her leaning on my windowsill
Her grace and her charm were mine for a time
When the marshals came forward to put me in line
It was five in the evening and the forest was ablaze
I ran to the fields and hid in the maize
I saw dead bodies I saw them burn
I saw them run and I saw them turn
I don’t want to kill any more
I am going to leave this bloody war
In the heat of the flame, I saw death rise
He turned his white horse, and left, satisfied
And after the demons had drunken their fill
I was left to dream of the windowsill.
When I joined my friends, all bloodied and bruised
There was quiet talk of feeling abused
I turned them around; said “no mutiny”
We are but soldiers, we’ll never be free
I don’t want to kill them any more
Send the sergeant to the general’s door
We just kept on marching, over field and waste
A handful of souls with pale and white face
To look out me now, would she recognise?
The terrified smile and the death behind my eyes
We turned to the west, as orders dictate
We’re ordered to love and ordered to hate
My lord and my saviour has sent me to die
I do not pray for spit in my eye
I don’t want to kill them any more
Send my enemy running from my door
I’m not who you think, I’m not the good one
I do not bring peace, I’ve murdered your sons
The man that I follow is evil in name
But is it the gun or the man who takes aim?
I’ve killed the reds, now I’ll kill the jews
I’ll murder the English, and then I’ll come for you
I’m the black beast from the Bavarian plain
And I curse my leader like I curse my name
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Addiction
03:14
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