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Is It Worth It?
01:29
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If I believed in god, then I,
Would ask him to bring back your smile,
Now that it's been such a while,
As I'm wiping the tears from your eyes, ask 'why'?
So tell me
Did the sky seem darker today?
Did your body feel tired and lame?
Could you wake up to face the day?
Your eye's going bloodshot again,
And it tears me apart too,
All I can offer are words,
But I know that they'll never do.
Is it worth it?
Really worth it?
Is it worth it?
Is it really worth it?
Your eye's going bloodshot again,
And it tears me apart too,
All I can offer are words,
But I know, they'll never really do...
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2. |
Dying Embers
02:50
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The tail end of a winter's day,
we chase the dying embers of sunlight, to a hill with a view.
Upon a dirty city's dusk,
cast in gold dust, slipping through our hands like time.
This place will never bore,
but chokes you up and spits you out, and leaves you wanting more.
And the clock is ticking loud, time is slipping far too fast.
But we can seize it.
And the hours will slip away, minutes and seconds turn to days.
But we can seize them, oh we can seize them, oh we can seize them.
Into the dead centre of town,
we'll walk like we've got time to.
To the opening of the green that stretches out beyond the mist,
to where the birds might chase you.
And the clock is ticking loud, time is slipping far too fast.
But we can seize it.
And the hours will run away, minutes and seconds turn to days.
But we can seize them, oh we can seize them, oh we can seize them.
And though we have no time to spend,
we will spend it anyway.
And how the year has just slipped away,
and dropped us here today...
Through a grubby tunnel deep,
with iron beasts that screech like only tube trains do,
to where the cars all spit out fumes,
paint the walls all black as sirens scream.
And the clock is ticking loud, time is slipping far too fast.
But we can seize it.
And the hours will slip away, minutes and seconds turn to days.
But we can seize them, oh we can seize them, oh we can seize them.
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3. |
Raindrops In the Night
04:32
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Like raindrops in the night,
we dance at the world's end,
as it all crashes down and burns beyond horizon's reach.
Nothing ever breaks clean,
and splinters pierce too deep to mend,
and bury themselves, to scar, the lessons of loss to teach.
But were it all foreseen–the pain, the sorrow the joy,
The union, the parting, the waters of fondness that flow.
I would let them wash over me.
But now I'm afraid to see,
That forever is no more but, lover, let me implore you,
to wait a little more time, for a moment so sublime to come.
And she and I a train,
headed too fast for the buffer,
with no brakeman on board to save us this time.
So, we sit back, relax, and wait for our collision.
It's the easy way, to face all of the decisions that we'll make.
But were it all foreseen–the pain, the sorrow, the joy,
The union and the parting and the waters of fondness that flow,
Well, I'd still let them wash over me again.
But now I'm afraid to see...
That forever is no more but, lover, let me implore you,
to wait a little more time, for a moment so sublime to come.
Here comes the end,
forever stalking our hands entwined,
it's shadow lurking in everyday delight.
Prizing them apart,
destroying by design,
here comes the end, it's followed forever and now's the time.
But were it all foreseen–the pain, the sorrow, the joy.
The union, the parting, the waters of fondness that flow.
Well, I'd still let them wash over me.
But now I'm afraid to see...
That forever is no more but, lover, let me implore you,
to wait a little more time, for a moment so sublime to come.
That forever is no more but, lover, let me implore you,
to wait a little more time, for a moment so sublime to come.
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4. |
Like They Used To
04:04
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Well the boy's coming home from school at four,
and I'm coming home to you once more.
Though we fell out of love, years ago,
the mortgage is too high to leave.
And so the kid looks up at what he thinks is love,
a faded smile beamed down from above.
He may never know what's going on below,
but the bairn needs feeding, you know?
And your curls don't fall, quite like they used to.
Your eyes they don't shine in mine like they used to.
I fell in love long ago.
But now it's gone
and I hate you now.
We've got a good ten years before we're free,
no chance for parole from the chains that keep me
tied to you, to the boy, to the car,
to the gas bills and water rates and so much more.
There's a bottle at home and I'll drink it in one,
it takes the sting away.
Maybe you'll be pretty again.
'Cause your curls don't fall, quite like they used to.
Your eyes they don't shine in mine like they used to.
I fell in love long ago.
But now it's gone
and I hate you now.
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5. |
Highland Days
05:30
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Nurse, oh nurse, this body is quickly growing thin.
The ears that heard laments of pipers, mountainside, are failing now.
The legs that walked through valleys deep are aided by a frame of steel now.
The eyes that looked upon the snow-capped mountain see such things no more.
The birdsong that once sounded loud is dulling into silence.
Take me back to Highland days, Lakeland loves and strolling in the Dales.
Back in time to when these two legs could carry me again.
Back to when this hand was holding out a wedding ring.
Because here in this room stand just pictures of a vista far away.
And strangers open-armed with gifts who's faces are just pleading to be known.
Stranger, oh stranger, you talk to me of days in your youth.
Of time spent in Yorkshire towns that once I'm sure I've called home.
And every story seems like it should be familiar to me.
Like the picture on the wall, of a smile looking back at me.
Because here in this room stand just pictures of a vista far away.
And strangers open-armed with gifts who's faces are just pleading to be known.
And home could be anywhere but this plain, white-walled room.
With these strangers, open armed, with gifts, pleading to be known.
Nurse, oh nurse, this memory is fading.
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I think it's time we went and left.
I've been inside too long and need rest from screens, guitars and articles in magazines.
The days are short, the nights are long.
You know it honey
you have sat through both with matchsticks on your eyelids for good luck.
Pull up a search for somewhere in the sun.
What else is there to spend my savings on?
Where would you rather be?
Where would you rather be?
Anywhere but here.
Anywhere but here.
The other day we went and walked
amongst the foxes and the trees
and we looked down upon the Thames that flows away,
It seemed so very easy...
To carve out from the mud and from the stone,
a path to the place that it was wanting to go.
Where would you rather be?
Where would you rather be?
We're sick and we're tired, of the coldness outside, and inside us.
The bags under our eyes and the frowns that we hold onto
Pull up a search for somewhere in the sun.
What else is there to spend my savings on?
Pull up a search for somewhere in the sun.
What else is there to spend my savings on?
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7. |
New Shadow
04:40
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Well I wish I'd said something a little more than 'see you around'
when you turned your shoulder to my side, that final time.
But those three words were all that I could find to say,
a far cry from the three we used to say.
Where once I saw storm clouds gather, to harvest our tears for raindrops,
now I see blue skies.
But they're so far away from this shingle beach I have all to myself,
In the cold morning light of summer's end.
Oh, I know that this new shadow on my mind is here to stay.
Oh, I know that this new shadow on my mind is here to stay.
And there's a thousand places that I could be,
but there's so few that aren't tied to a memory.
So here I am, this non-descript roadside cafe,
somewhere on the motorway.
Oh, I know that this new shadow on my mind is here to stay.
Oh, I know that this new shadow on my mind is here to stay.
Oh, I know that this new shadow on my mind is here to stay.
Oh, I know that this new shadow on my mind is here to stay.
Oh, I know that this new shadow on my mind is here to stay.
Oh, I know that this new shadow on my mind is here to stay.
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The Morning Shift London, UK
The Morning Shift are a SE London based indie-something seven-piece, who blend their influences of Belle and Sebastian, Nick Cave and The Beatles into a circus of sound that mixes the jangly guitars of late 90s indie music with the deep, warm soundscapes of Bad Seed-esque art rock. The band’s lyrics discuss life, love and loss, reveling in the melancholy and the everyday beauty of the mundane. ... more
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