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Songs from the Campfire

by Craig Gould

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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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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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Dreamers 03:30
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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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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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
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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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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Holding On 03:15
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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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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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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released April 14, 2023

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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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