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Half Lived Dreams
04:38
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HALF LIVED DREAMS - LYRICS P. PASCOE
Middle aged woman at the train station in her socks
Did she lose her shoes with the plot?
Bet she never saw that coming
Or maybe she did and thought: so what?
Don’t let your half lived dreams drag you down
Pack up your memories and head out of town
For there’s a road that waits, somewhere beyond the half moon’s smile
Well they made a Ferris wheel built for folks to fly
Now it’s broken white skeleton
Almost touching the half moon in the morning sky
Near the invisible stars we wished upon.....
Passing by half built buildings; some are half torn down
Winter’s half way here in this half loved town
Ring nosed teen, when we see your smile we see your despair
We see it in your eyes and your chemical blue hair
As you farewell your uncertain friend with a nod to lonely fear
And jump on half a train, out the window you stare
Don’t let your half lived dreams drag you down
Pack up your memories and head out of town
For there’s a road that awaits, somewhere beyond the half moon’s smile
Don’t let your half lived dreams drag you down
Pack up your memories and you can set out from this town
For there’s a road that awaits, somewhere beyond the half moon’s smile
Can you breathe with your half lived dreams, there’s a walk that may take a while
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(Not) The Next Jesus
03:27
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(NOT) THE NEXT JESUS - LYRICS P. PASCOE
Well we found someone to listen to, to follow and to hound
We wonder: is this him or her - what have we found?
We echo back the joys, then discard them like used toys
The second they drop the ball.
Well the newspapers and internet proclaim they’re gods
-got fantastic voices, wives and bods
We’d love to look like them, so special, 10 out of 10
Uh oh, here’s a poppy, oh so tall.
Then we knock em down to pieces frustration doubt increases
What more to do to please us? When we find out they’re not the next Jesus
Who’d raise their head above the mob
To risk them finding out this guys not god – he’s bob
He’s got a favourite cat, doesn’t look great in a hat
Especially when he takes a fall
Damned and drugged and dragged across the coals
Only there’s no resurrection-only more disaffection not the next Jesus
Then we knock ‘em down to pieces frustration doubt increases
What more to do to please us? When we find out they’re not the next Jesus
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Dawn Chorus
05:09
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DAWN CHORUS - LYRICS P. PASCOE
Hundreds of voices bringing us out of the night dawn chorus singing in the light
This morning song, welcoming the day
Not for all that long, as if just to say another magic day awaits
Hundreds of voices singing out in play
Dawn chorus greets the magic day
It awaits us all; we all get equal amounts of the sun
Upon the bird’s call we’re getting around to getting things done
Could this day be the one?
Hundreds of voices bringing joy to my ears dawn chorus wash away my cares
‘Nothing's wrong’, ‘everything is right’
Another song, each one a new delight the melodies lift the weight
Fragile bird on the branch I catch your eye
For a brief moment, we connect & then we cry
For the lost connection the line’s still down
The trust is gone, nature’s sure left town
Watching the night drift away washed into blue
Letting go of the grey in the new light of day
Hundreds of voices wipe away all my tears dawn chorus a new day appears
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4. |
Blue Sky Day
03:52
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BLUE SKY DAY - LYRICS P. PASCOE
Well it’s been so many years could’ve been a short nap
All my worries, all my cares like a dripping tap
I’m away from my friends; I’m a lone bird away from my flock
Fishing on a lonely shore, waves lapping at the hard rock, hard rock
It can cut your knees, your heart if you slip
Well I’ve been on the run now I’m stretched out in the sun
I reckon it’s nearly time all the plans I’ve floated on the wide open sea
Blue sky day blue sky day
Now the tides turned once again....
Blue sky day, a new promise in the morning
Blue sky day, I’ll heed every warning
Blue sky day blue sky day
It’s been so many years
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5. |
Today Is A Gift
04:10
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TODAY IS A GIFT LYRICS P.DREDGE
I met a man on a lonely stretch of road and he offered to help me with my load
The day was dull and the night was setting in so I pitched my tent and then I asked him in
I talked all night while he just sat and heard about my past, he listened to every word
I told him of my half empty glass then he just smiled and said all things will pass
He said yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery and today is a gift
The next day we both up and left that town and he asked me why I always wear a frown
He told me that troubles and trials don’t last and it doesn’t help to dwell upon the past.
Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery and today is a gift
Next day we camped beside an unknown hill we talked of loss and love; no time to kill
I asked him what to do and what might be he just smiled and said you must believe
Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery and today is a gift
Now I walk with my head held high and I smell the roses, walking by
In good times and bad, I don’t know how I just smile and think about the now.
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6. |
Nowhere / Now Here
03:29
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NOWHERE / NOW HERE LYRICS P. PASCOE
On a steel grey sky day
My children and I play on the beach
I dig a boat shape in the sand
They climb in and sail to places just out of reach
I lay back watch the sky
As I fly to the horizon and back
Past the fishing boats
And a yacht going nowhere
Hey I was once going nowhere
All action, no focus, no gain
But on this beach I am now here
In the lightly falling rain
I think how we’ve all come so far
Feet pushing into the sand
Will I still catch my star?
As the words fall from my hand
Most of us are merely half asleep, on our memory train
Blind to the signs in our dreams, lost in our quiet pain
How many promises do we keep, how many answers remain?
How many half truths do we seem to tell again and again and again?
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7. |
These Bills
02:40
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THESE BILLS - LYRICS P. PASCOE
Well I’m lying here tired on a fine Wednesday night
On a bed that’s been on fire, a bed that’s seen a fight
And I just can’t believe how I’m too tired to grieve
But these bills won’t take care of themselves
I’m waiting for dinner and my mate’s got it right
For its food for a sinner, down to the last bite
For a man needs sustenance like a man needs romance
But these bills won’t take care of themselves
Well I’m thinking of a woman and I’m dying inside
Problems, I don’t ‘em, but I’m trying in spite
To tie myself up, drown in someone’s cup
But these bills won’t take care of themselves
I’m happy and lonely in the same breath
I’d love to know only I’m not near my death
And I’m pretty sure when I walk out that door
These bills won’t take care of themselves
Well I’m planning a long and musical life
With hundreds of songs and one day one wife
But for now there’s just me, far too busy to see
These bills won’t take care of themselves
I just got the call; she wants to see me tonight
And it’s not hard to tell things are from right
Well she likes being in power, tells me I crushed a flower - what the hey?
But these bills don’t take care of themselves.
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SUNSET JOURNEY (REVISITED) LYRICS P.PASCOE
Took the journey at sunset to where the charcoal met the flames
With the crescent moon mirrored in the wet sand
Where the stars said ’morning to the night again
Took a walk down the silent beach
Apart from one voice singing in the waves
And the black swan flew northward a winter’s reward for the brave
The ocean and sky were one the mist gone and the masks were undone
Clouds became birds and the sand was glass our eyes followed the sun
Took the walk down the silent beach
Apart from one voice singing in the waves
And the black swan flew northward a winter’s reward for the brave
Like a dawn in the evening the rebirth of the Milky Way
The cool sand spoke beneath our footsteps
The beginning of the end of the day
And with a lone cry of the seabird we turned toward the land
Started the next leg of the journey we’re just beginning to understand
Took a walk down the silent beach
Apart from one voice singing in the waves
And the black swan flew northward a winter’s reward for the brave
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9. |
Get It Over The Line
03:35
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GET IT OVER THE LINE - LYRICS P. PASCOE
Last week was so good I’m ready to go back and do it all again
Not that I would, think I’ll duck in out of the rain
You know you can muck around forever
These lazy summer days are fine
I’m looking forward to wrapping up, whatever
You know soon we’ll get it over the line
Strange to think it’s already been and gone I was looking forward to it all along
Now I’m gonna slip away and think upon: the fact I’ve been too busy for too long
I’m gonna have to watch my tongue
Sometimes feels it’s not really mine
I know it’s not all fun
But I’ll get it over the line
The cattle here are painted beside valleys and the stream
The trees are looking foggy, like some kind of dream
The trains leading me on its good to be moving along
Gets me outta my skin, I’m gone into some other space, like a movie
Sometimes I wonder about the path I’m talking
About - feels like I’m starting to get behind
I could do with a spot of river walking
But you know someday soon I’ll get it over the line
When I’m casting a line when I’m writing this line
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BIRTHDAY SONG (Kindness Found It’s Home) - LYRICS P.PASCOE
Kindness has found its home in you, plain to see, I’d say
Love shines bright round you, as easy as the day
You’re my cool glass of water on a burning afternoon
My shelter from the freezing rain
You’re the missing notes in my stumbling tune
The answer to my prayers, soothing my pain
Kindness has found its home in you, plain to see, I’d say
Love shines bright round you, as easy as the day
You remind me of a happy holiday
That never seems to end
Fun and laughs along the way
More just around the bend
I take your hand and carry on, lead me where you will
We’ll make new plans and to lead us on over the next hill
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11. |
Lost Silence
03:38
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LOST SILENCE - LYRICS P. PASCOE
Lost silence lost silence
We’ve forgotten it - a lost colour, a misplaced thought
Not letting things breathe, ideas too quickly bought
And so we cover every moment in our rush
Skipping the study, reaching straight for the brush
Lost silence, lost silence
The security of the womb of the womb left behind
A bright clinical foreign world’s what we find
Only a glimpse, just a few words coming through
Only in silence can those echoes find their tune
Lost silence lost silence
TVs internet mobile phones, the white noise of our times
Radios DVDs headphones contradictory noisy mimes
Lost silence lost silence
You lead the way, your call louder than a train lost silence
Calm the day, language of wind and rain lost silence
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12. |
Lone Tree
03:10
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LONE TREE - LYRICS P. PASCOE
If you left me I’d be the lone tree on the top of the cliff
A silhouette against a lonely sky
What you gave me a reflection, constant company, what if
You left me wondering why
All those years, passing by in the blink of an eye
With a wave of a branch
In the middle of another stormy afternoon
All that we shared, sheltered our path through the years
And with a nod to our past:
Another muddle of fading memories
Without you I’d be a lone tree, lost in contemplation
All that lives must die
If you left me what you gave me
Without you I’d be a lone tree
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