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Cities
03:31
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CITIES (Marshall 2014)
Morning light is bright and bold
No place to discover when you get old
In the city.....
Beggars and thieves that hide in the park
Looking for trouble after its dark
In the city.....
In the city....
Some people went and some people came
The players are changing the game stays the same
Don't you realise?.....
The flick of the razor, the cut of the knife
Will change the fate of someones life
In the city
Your kind of money means little to me
Can't you see?
In the city
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2. |
Hello London
03:35
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Hello London (Marshall 2014)
1.
Never found a path to confusion
Determination is what you get
In a style that admires and threatens
It's now time to hedge your bets
Its time to write the rule books
Gospel of the street is what it takes
No room for apprehension
Stake a claim, make no mistakes
Let us roll around
Bring your shillings and pounds
Hello London
Let us move around
What is found
Hello London
Just what hides the greed
You never have what you need
Dangerous deeds and what it feeds
Down in Soho
2.
Do you think you the bottle?
Ready to play with the big boys yet?
Signing up the young and the wasteful
Kneecaping fodder is what you get
Deep in prayer that worships the Kray twins
More now than in another time
Flip a coin decide what your fate is
Because now this city is mine
Let us roll around
Bring your shillings and pounds
Hello London
Let us move around
To the sights and the sounds
Hello London
Whats yours is mine
Someones buying time
Find out what's waiting in line in Piccadilly
Let us roll around
Bring your shillings and pounds
Hello London
Let us move around
To the sights and the sounds
Hello London
Welcome to the east end
Sharper than any trend
Dangerous scenes ruthless and mean
Bethnal Green
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3. |
Brixton Holiday
03:16
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Holiday in Brixton (Marshall 2015)
1.
Cold hearts.... memories
Long days …. scenery
Time.... spent staring at the walls
Morning warders wake up calls
Turn the key and bang the gate
It's too late
2.
Tears Cry.... oh why?
High Cost.... time lost
Shame.... too much time is spent away
Thats the price that must be paid
And the damage thats been had
Foolish lad
3.
One day.... go home
Lonely …. never alone
Now... sit down and count the cost
For the time that has been lost
Promises meant to keep
But only when he sleeps
Too much time is spent away
Brixton holiday in one day
Happiness that came before
Uncertainty thats in store
Self indulgence at the time
Self indulgance life of crime
It's a Brixton Holiday
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4. |
Dublin Homecoming
04:00
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DUBLIN HOMECOMING (Marshall 2015)
It's time to take a journey back to a place
I think its time to return and touch base
I'm heading up the road just incase
All is forgotten.....
Well, someone said that wherever you roam
Forget about your actions that you have to atone
You'll never quite find a place …. just like home
Chain smoking cigarettes by the fire
Surrounded by people that I always admired
Put the money in the meter before the lecky expires
It's just Dublin....
There was boy named Kevin from the heart of Glasnevin
Got killed by a bus... it was the number 11
I always used to wonder did he make it..... to heaven?
Three hail Mary's before you go out the door
Because you never really know whats in store
We sometimes lose the things that we adore
Well its Thursday night and its Top Of The Pops
Which singer is a winner and who will flop?
A cup of tea and Opportunity Knocks....
It's just Dublin ...
Mums' and sisters' ….brothers' and dads'
There was no money but things weren't bad
We made the best of what we sometimes had...
Until pay day
Daylight saving so we stayed out late
Avoid the school bullies from the council estate
Never meant to make them so irate
Chain smoking cigarettes by the fire
Surrounded by people that I always admired
Put the money in the meter before the lecky expires
It's just Dublin....
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5. |
Circles
08:45
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CIRCLES (Marshall 2015)
1.
Monday morning, Mary is running
Off to the office she goes
Bustop waiting standing and debating
Into the monotonous flow
Tuesday evening, Karen is screaming
So tired of being alone
Wednesday feeling, Gina is dreaming
Of summers spent back in Rome
Going round in circles
Girls just going nowhere
Not really living
Just back to the beginning
Circles
2.
Thursday lunch and Linda's got a hunch
Her life is spinning out of control
She's never sentimental only needs what is essential
Her crazy life is taking is taking its toll
A Friday night trist that Carol can't resist
What has the evening in store?
Another weekend she just pretends
She never even left the front door
Going round and round and round and round
Going round and round and round and round
Mary always says its her working life she dreads
She still going round and round and round
Karen always says theres only loneliness ahead
She still going round and round and round
Gina always swore that she'd never get far
She still going round and round and round
Linda always said she'd be better off dead
She still going round and round and round
(flying high)
Now everything is alright
(flying high)
Through the night into the sky
(flying high)
I never have to be a flight
(flying high)
I never have to take a flight
(flying high)
I'm Mr. Nothing only hear what you say
And I'm Mr. Nothing only heed and obey
I'm Mr. Nothing when the world's turning bad
I'm Mr. Nothing in the life that you had
I'm Mr. Nothing only need to convey
That I'm Mr. Nothing I'll be leaving one day
I'm Mr. Nothing and I'm fading away
I'm Mr. Nothing
A battered case and a few worthless things
Was all he said he needed to bring
Cardboard boxes tied of up with string
Mr Nothing … Mr Nothing
Someone lied about the day he died
Someone spoke of how they tried
Someone lied that they only implied
That he was Mr. Nothing
Flying High
Flying High
Flying High
Monday morning and a new day dawning off into the abis she goes
No more waiting no more debating embracing the endless flow
No more dreaming what is the meaning?
What has the future in store?
Comprehend no need to pretend
Return to what was before
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6. |
Canopy Of Stars
03:47
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A Canopy Of Stars (Marshall 2014)
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Thoughts of well laid plans
Money that slipped through hands
People lept to commands
Then lost the promised land
Moonlight and starshine are really looking quite fine
Sleeping under a canopy of stars
Pushed out into the night it still feels alright
Sleeping under a canopy of stars
2.
Good evening sleepless Jack
With old clothes on his back
His mind just turned blank
Pushed to far and couldn't turn back
Seven steps to reason
Seven steps to treason
Seven steps to find what lies inside
Seven steps to wanting
Seven steps to needing
Seven steps to the road where worlds collide
Moonlight and starshine are really looking quite fine
Sleeping under a canopy of stars
Pushed out into the night it really feels alright
Sleeping under a canopy of stars
3.
Homes of the lost
Lives wasted such a cost
Where the dispossesed hide
What lies deep inside?
Seven steps to reason
Seven steps to treason
Seven steps to find what lies inside
Seven steps to wanting
Seven steps to needing
Seven steps to the road where worlds collide
Moonlight and starshine are really feeling quite fine
Sleeping under a canopy of stars
Pushed out into the night it really seems alright
Sleeping under a canopy of stars
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7. |
September's Here
03:12
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SEPTEMBER'S HERE (Marshall 2015)
1.
Stories unfold on streets wet and cold
There's days when it all gets too much
Second hand tales and things that prevail
Have brought me to where I shall go
I'm leaving this town
Nothings here now
Its taking me down
2.
I have perceived its time to take leave
I'll take what I want and I'll go
Blame the weather
Nothing seems better
I'll take leave forever
3.
I'm staking my place in a far away place
Never alone, still searching for home
I'm leaving this town
Nothings here now
Its taking me down
September's here.
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8. |
WeatherStones
05:16
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WEATHERSTONES
1.
Waiting for the bullet train, lost in translation.
Strangers in the pouring rain, at Tokyo Densyha.
Things are so different now, really so different now
Zen gardens of water and rocks,
Lines and curves evoke what's been lost
Steps carved from hand cut blocks
Like old regrets...
that are forever locked
Bamboo forests whisper in the breeze
Names of those who took their leave
All the hope's we tried to achieve
Scattered in the wind.....
The first time they fought to find
Weatherstones... weatherstones
Names and times lost in time
Weatherstones... Weatherstones
Standing on the sailboat deck, the beauty's translucent.
The clouds are parting ways, Fuji is calling.
Night skies are falling, but its not dark yet
Old Kyoto streets at the end of the day
When Geisha emerge and scurry away
Like tomorrows promise... heed and obey
Like we always thought we would
The falling of the snow on Shirigawa Go
Sprinkle angel dust like memories we sow
Take what we need and what we know
Sees us through
Along the corridors of time
Weatherstones... weatherstones
Where people passed in line
Weatherstones... weatherstones
Their courage deep in mind
Weatherstones... weatherstones
The paths they sought to find
Weatherstones.. Weatherstones
They took the last climb
Weatherstones... weatherstones
As the church bells chimed
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