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The Campfire Song
02:38
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Forever sailed, thundering rivers so wild
In the arms of a forest, giving shelter, solace
And fire-burning song
Forever scarred, punishing rivers so wild
Yet by fire, we discover, when you bleed my brother
No longer do you bleed alone
Forever lost, intimate rivers so wild
I don’t want nor desire
Just companionship and fire
Can keep my heart warm
Forever loved, wondering rivers so wild
No divine incidental
The greatest lie that the devil ever sold
Made the greatest stories that I’ve ever told
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Out of the Woods
05:08
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And she smiles, suppresses tears back whilst cold as space
As she looks into the eyes that she once knew
For nearly dead, it was the bear that hit its head
Knocked him back into obscurity
A cave that did not suit at 33
Forlorn, he contemplates his sweet suicide
An end to end all days, an end of concealed ways and misery
From this cage he’ll never be free
So the bear disbelieves his sanity and just how quick he fell down from the tree
The Bears asleep in the winter
Alone, he sleeps through snows, through rains, whilst under stars
He missed his birthday song, he lost some friends along
Yet failed to see, that there’s a fire within he
That will burn out all uncertainty
And free this Bear from his anxieties
So rise, with or without that love of god
No more will your head hang
And so the heavens sang, he feels alive!
He feels alive, he has survived his war within
The Bear awakes in the springtime
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3. |
Dreamers
03:30
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One day I can be a sailor
The next an astronaut in space
My medicines the great creation
I close my eyes and I escape
Elocution or survival
A rollercoaster or a saint
Doctor King I adore you
A different pill for everyday
Dreamers….theres a plane in the sky
And they kept us alive
Kings and Queens, noble thieves
Emmelines ladies, prescribed lullaby
Dreamers….theres a hole in sky
Whilst we try to survive
Atom bombs, number ones
Salvador Dali, prescribed lullaby…
I can leave it behind…
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Ain't No Place to Hide
04:22
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The day we caught the 2309
Luggage shelf, cigarette rolling, red wine
Here resides the heir of railroad lines
Who cracked his skull and died on platform 9
Oh whoa-oh, educate your mind
Oh whoa-oh, there ain’t no place to hide
Scientists and doctorates all agree
Rising sea, extinction, burning tree
Government and corporate disbelief
Profits scorch the earth beneath our streets
And it goes on, on and on
A soldier fights but never wins a war
Be careful of the side your fighting for
Tolerate no evil that you read
Magazine, newspaper, social feed
Propaganda tints your TV screens
Develops a controlled society
John and Paul said love is all you need
What good is that love if we’re not free
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I am the Earth
04:40
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Sweet Tuesday night, quarter to 9
Birds in flight, hospital lights
We had our times, we laughed and cried
I am your blood, I say with pride
I remember when we sat around the fire
When we illuminated north in warm attire
I respectfully feared to see you close your eyes
And the final gentle breathe as your goodbye
I’m the ghost that sits at the table
Still read you books from the foot of the bed
One day you’ll find out, oh yeah you’ll find out
That whilst I breathe the air no more, I never left your side at all
For I am the sea
The lake in the mountain scene
The midsummers tender stream
I’m the rain that falls to wash your tears away
I am the trees
The sun and the breeze
The autumn falling leaves
I am the Earth and the earth is me
So say you’ll stay with me, say you’ll stay with me
Say you’ll stay with me
I am the Earth
And the Earth is me
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Burned
03:47
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Friday night at 5 to 5 the siren calls it’s time
They down their tools, these clocking cards
Have punched their drinking rhyme
For the weekend has called, and this time is none for rules
She wears her dress like Crockett war the west
So he drank 1 then 2 then 3 then 4, picks himself up off the floor
5 and 6 and 7 and 8, he drinks himself into the grave
Unlucky old fool, for that girl cannot be ruled
As she knocks him down and burns him to the ground
Landlord have mercy now, and fetch his favoured jar
Filled with ales and workman’s tales
From the ships to lands afar
Though discreet she may be, she’s still prevailed by currency
He can’t provide to dine or wine girls so inclined
Drank Campari in the sun, while Sheila drank red wine
Sheila drinks till 4 o' clock and Sheila-feela fine
For he’s seen his Queen, in a field of tangerine
She’ll never see him how he ever used to be
Accomplished midnight now, as she clears her brow
On a two-fold formed of ice.
She’ll accord the eye, but she’s far from shy
And he can’t afford the price.
She’ll crack your heart with ease
And when you smile it’s all she needs
As you believe that fortune favours the old fool
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Old Brown Boots
04:36
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Sail me away
Like a ship that will sail through the night
I have served you well but my service no longer required
Torn from inside
As my lining has frayed to the wire
Like two ageing men it is time for us both to retire
I’m sorry my friend, that my time on this earth has expired
I leave you now, as my appearance is weary and tired
Please don’t forget, the times that we drank by the fire
You must carry on now I’m gone
I remember the time
You were drunk and you bathed me in wine
I’ve lived by your bed and when those things were said was discreet
Been by your side
Your accomplice on Saturday nights
We have been on stage and shone in the brightest of lights
Made my last march, I’m a soldier who’s honourably discharged
Shot in the head like a horse who fell at the last fence
Now I can see the pleasure you had wearing me
You must carry on now I’m gone
I’ll never be replaced
I’m the old brown boot and you’ll forever remember my name
I’ll never be undone
I’m the old brown boot and I’m not governed by lace
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8. |
Holding On
03:15
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She drew an arrow that went straight into my heart
We said till death do us part
Our honeymoon ended so soon that Wednesday afternoon
And I’m holding on, oh I’m still holding on
She paints a canvas framed in burning livery
We talk of futures I can’t see
I’m supplier of the love require I’ll walk you through the fire
And I’m holding on, to you I’m holding on
She wakes at midnight as our love inside her grows
We’ve taken blows and can now talk baby clothes
In just a while we’ll meet our child and hold him as he smiles
And I’m holding on, to that I’m holding on
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Captain of the Seas
03:49
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He told folk before
Shared concerns with a God
That though he seems able, he is not
Now he’s adrift
Lied to by the stars
Held, bound, and captive by the storm
A prisoner to the captain of the seas
Reveal all your scars
For they belong to me
Each ones a loss of liberties
Sailors be warned
That I am the Sea!
The taker of life!
Surrender to me!
Won’t you come and join the captain of the seas
Killed by the storm
Forever set free
That’s the lies told to families
But he’ll forever be with the captain of the seas
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10. |
Story of Life
05:10
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I’ve voyaged afar, travelled oceans and sands
Stood behind iron curtains and explored foreign lands
I’ve fathered a child and been peered upon
Earned respect and despise at what I’ve become
Now I may seem enlightened in my ageing disguise
I remain a child behind these eyes
My declining reflection takes me by surprise
As I sleep my dreams are exorcised
Oh my dear son this is just the story of life
You committed so young like all those before
Who did as their parents instructed and taught
Though known as wise as they’d won a war
But I tell them that’s not what life is for
You spend all your life in a need to impress
Wearing collars disguised as formal dress
Held captive by those who control each breath
And beat of your heart until your death
Oh my dear son, this is just the story, of life…
The story of life, the story of life
Not one to read, but one to write
You be the author and the scribe
You set the boundless story of life
When you reach this moment you will understand
All the things that I meant that to be a man
Is not to do with a car or that clock on your wrist
But in affection and patience with all who exist
Through it all there are many things that I’ve learned
Like to dance in a fire you risk being burned
So take in all the world I have seen
And be the man you were always meant to be
Oh my dear son this is just the story of life
The story of life the story of life
Not one to read but one to write
You be the author and the scribe
You set the boundless story of life
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Craig Gould Burton On Trent, UK
Folk/Americana singer-songwriter Craig Gould combines his "Beautiful songs" (Simon Fowler, Ocean Colour Scene) and "Beautiful voice" (Dave Hemingway, The Beautiful South) to entwine his listeners within his "Wonderfully crafted tales" (BBC Introducing)
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