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Sanctuary (the return)
05:55
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Is this the sanctuary
We talked of in the night?
Is this the sanctuary?
I must try to do what's right
A cold light shines from the watchtower window
Chill wind scratches out my face
Blown between the bars
That hold this place
Is this the sanctuary
We talked of in the night?
Is this the sanctuary?
I must try to do what's right
Twilight howl, the searchlight owl
Wire fingers grip the air
Freedom only comes
To those who dare
Is this the sanctuary
We talked of in the night?
Is this the sanctuary?
Where all our hopes have turned to stone
Nothing left to lose but life itself
Nowhere left to go but through the wire
Cross the compound's barren waste with dread
The sun shall rise upon the free and dead
- The free and the dead
Run, Hide - But you can't flee what lies inside
Sleep, Dream - But only to the sound of screams
Fear, Doubt - That save for death, there's no way out
Seek, Find - The free and promised land that lies nearby
And though I wear the yellow badge of hate
I walk a free man through the opening gate
Still ghostly figures line the wire in a daze
No need for flowers here, there are no graves
And though I wear the yellow badge of hate
I walk a free man past the padlocked gates
I pause to look the searchlight in the eye
To ask it shed it's light upon the reason why?
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Who's to Blame?
04:52
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A man walks in his neighbours house says what can I do?
My fathers' cousins' wife says I must kill you
There is a debt of honour and it must be paid by you
Though how it came to happen I can't tell you
Can we ever find out who's to blame?
Can we ever solve our conscience with our shame?
Can we ever put things right?
The soldier guards the road-block with a rifle in his hand
He doesn't smile at children passing by him
He couldn't give a damn about this god-forsaken land
Where folks would rather hate than understand
Can we ever find out who's to blame?
Can we ever solve our conscience with our shame?
Can we ever put things right?
Though the seasons come and go
Still the sickness seems to grow in the mind
Though the players names may change
The simple question still remains
Who's to blame? Who's to blame?
The journo closed his notebook with a sorry, heavy sigh
He can't afford to be seen to be taking sides
Tonight he'll drink another beer and argue 'til he's blind
And hope that better minds than his decide
Can we ever find out who's to blame?
Can we ever solve our conscience with our shame?
Can we ever put things right?
Though the seasons come and go
Still the sickness seems to grow in the mind
Though the players names may change
The simple questions still remains
Who's to blame? Who's to blame?
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Kean on the Job
05:34
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Gets up every morning, at the crack of dawn
Fix your working clothes - put your working smile on
Just another day of the nine-to-five routine
Just a little cog, in a very big machine
But she's Kean on the job - Kean on the job
She likes the boss, she likes the style
The daily grind is all worthwhile
But she's Kean on the job - Kean on the job
She likes the boss, she likes the style
The daily grind is all worthwhile
Just another problem in her day-to-day routine
but she's always there when there's no-one on the scene
With a happy face for people she meets throughout her day
Tells them not to fret, because salvation's on the way
But she's Kean on the job - Kean on the job
She likes the boss, she likes the style
The daily grind is all worthwhile
But she's Kean on the job - Kean on the job
She likes the boss, she likes the style
The daily grind is all worthwhile
'Hello! - Hello can you help me?! -
We've got this dodgy rail we want you to see'
'Still waiting for you to come - seems never to end'
And while you're here, there's a broken heart to mend
But she's Kean on the job - Kean on the job
She likes the boss, she likes the style
The daily grind is all worthwhile
But she's Kean on the job - Kean on the job
She likes the boss, she likes the style
The daily grind is all worthwhile
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Teardrops in the Rain
03:03
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Catch all the teardrops in the rain
It's only water falling softly to the ground
And in your eyes I see a solitary man
Who waits impatiently in puddles for the coldness of your hand
Do you remember the leaves now diseased in November
Were green like the garden in May
Do you believe that the spring will release
What the winter has taken away?
It's getting cold, it's getting dark
I'm walking homewards with a stranger through the park
A bitter wind pulls at your face
Distorting memories of tenderness with shadows of regret
Do you remember the leaves now diseased in November
Were green like the garden in May
Do you believe that the problems you leave
Stay behind you when you run away?
And though your life is changing faster than the seasons
That's no reason to hurt those that you've outgrown
I realise there's little chance you saying sorry
But I'm damned if I will let you grind me down.
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5. |
Begin Again
05:58
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BEGIN AGAIN (© Alan Reed, 2011)
My heart belongs to a nation that's lost in self-pity,
Looking back through the factory smoke and the rain.
I can remember the cobble-stone streets and the dark city walls,
So I'm more than content to let history speak for it all..
But I'll never surrender the feeling I get when I'm home..
There's a spirit inside, taking pride claiming me as it's own
Legends created from yesterday's black-leaded sorrows,
Fermented in casks to be borne on the emigrant tide.
Forging the links in a brotherhood chain - stretching all around the world
To a homeland that's drowning in tears from expatriate eyes
But I'll never surrender the feeling I get when I'm home..
There's a spirit inside, taking pride claiming me as it's own
Ohh.. Take me away from the hillside and the glen,
Away from the ghosts of the shipyard and foundry men
Why can't we surpass this obsession with the past?
Is it hope beyond reason it might be the season at last
..to begin again
Hiding our dreams in the dark of another man's shadow
Pretending to blame him for all of our sadness and pain
When will we learn that our fortunes will turn on the choices that we make
Let the past be the past, we must start down the road once again.
But I'll never surrender the feeling I get when I'm home..
There's a spirit inside, taking pride claiming me as it's own
Ohh.. Take me away from the hillside and the glen,
Away from the ghosts of the shipyard and foundry men
Why can't we surpass this obsession with the past?
Is it hope beyond reason it might be the season at last
..to begin again
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Alan Reed Glasgow, UK
..Is it hope beyond reason, this might be the season at last.. To Begin Again?!!!
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