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Feels like coming home

Hello old friend

Hello old friend
Feels like coming home
Hello old friend
Like stepping in out of the rain
Hello old friend

You were there for me when I needed you
Soothed my heart and took away my [E] pain
Gave me a reason to live and a purpose once again
You were there for me, my friend

Hello old friend
You gave me wings to fly
Hello old friend
Then you took away the sky
Hello old friend

You were there for me when I needed you
Soothed my heart and took away my pain
Gave me a reason to live and a purpose once again
You were there for me, my friend

Hello old friend
Feels like coming home
Hello old friend
Like stepping in out of the rain
Hello old friend

One more round

The TV is blaring out God knows what
It’s all just colours and shapes to me
Static on the radio seems to make more sense
Hisses and crackles but it seems to be free

It’s something to do, chain-smoking through the haze
Hacking away, but light up the same
Another shot of whiskey from a paper cup
Memories fail, but the feelings remain
Pass the bottle across – one more round

The cylinder spins and the bullet goes round
Pick up the gun, the future’s unknown and can wait
No-one lives forever – we’re all on death row
This game it just gives control back to my fate
The chamber moves on – one more round

Hiding the fear, step into the ring
The dance begins, brutal but still full of grace
Knocked down in the first, get back up and take a deep breath
Your opponent’s yourself, not the man that you face
Redemption awaits – one more round

Steel and rust (with Darren Ellis)

Living in the shadow of the shipyard
Stevie’s living day by day
The ships have left and the hours are gone
Gonna have to find another way

His family knows it’s a matter of time
Before he has to up and leave
He promises them that they’ll be all right
Just got to sit tight and believe

The steel and the rust
Faith and trust

He hugs them in turn while the bus waits on
Farewells by the side of the road
He smiles as he speaks to his eldest child
You’re the man of the house now son

The road and the dust
Faith and trust

After fifteen long years of letters
He always imagined her smile
As the paycheck arrives and the bills are paid
This love isn’t weakened by the miles

He sends them tickets to join him at last
The paper is marked by tears
Time changes people, but they stay the same
A family after all these years

The steel and the rust
Faith and trust

Siren's call

The siren’s call
Sweet and sad
A windless calm
The salt taste of the sea

Soon be there my love
loose these chains
Sun blinding bright
Mirror on the sea

You’re my journey’s end
Ocean Muse
Lighthouse to my soul
o’ these earthy chains

It was never about the singer,
I was drawn by the song
I’ll die a happy man
If I never escape these bonds

No more blood in this stone

I’ve had enough
walking out that door
I’ve had enough
Ain’t gonna work for you no more

Ain’t no compromise
Work our fingers right down to the bone
We’re dropping like flies
There’s no more blood in the stone

I’m a highly-skilled professional man
And I can’t work in this here environment
When you take away the pride in my work
A craftsman becomes a labourer

And yes I’ve got a life outside of here
I work damn hard when I get home too
When I leave on time you sneer
But I work for my family, not you

Apparently I’m an asset to the team
But to me that says it all
You think that you own me, but I don’t belong to you
I’m my own man, not at your beck and call

Plura

Breaking a hole in the ice
Shielding my eyes from the sun
Suspended tween heaven and hell
Only thinking of what’s to come

Slipping into cold dark waters
Sun snuffed out like a lamp
The only sound is my breathing
The only view a dim beam of light

Never leave a friend behind
Never leave a friend behind
It’s the code

The tension begins to grow
I’ll soon be with you my friend
Riding back through the gates of hell
74 fathoms below

Slipping into cold dark waters
Sun snuffed out like a lamp
The only sound is my breathing
The only view a dim beam of light

Never leave a friend behind
Never leave a friend behind
It’s the code

Indecision

If I could, I’d come
And fall down at your feet
My voice tearing as I speak
Please don’t go away from here
Without me knowing why
You did what you did to yourself
To me

Could it be that you just need a friend
Could I be the help in the end?

I make my choice
Feet rooted in place
Afraid to go
But scared as hell to stay
Please don’t go away from here
Before I make my stand
Is it a choice if I’m frozen in place?
Or just fate?

You can do anything you want
If you’re willing to pay the price
But think it through
Before you roll the dice

The rules you make
Come from your deepest past
Just one mistake
Was never meant to last

Crith Gablach

Cia annsom fidbeime fiachaib bacth?
Briugid caille, coll eidnech.
Dire ndaro
Bunbeim beithe, baegal fernae
fube sailech, dluind airriu aithgein
anog sciath, sceo draigin
dringid co fedo forball
forball ratho, raited aine
acht a ndilse do flaithib
Ni bie fidnemid, fiachaib secht n-airech
ara teora bu, inna bunbeim bis
Dire ndaro

Translation:

What are the most oppressive cases of tree-cutting for which fools are fined?
The hospitallers of the forest, the ivied hazel.
The penalty for the oak, the trunk-cutting of the birch,
the peril of the alder, the undermining of the willow,
declare restitution for them, the maiming of the hawthorn
and of the blackthorn;
Its restitution extends to the undergrowth of the wood,
the undergrowth of fern, of bog-myrtle, of reeds,
save that these are free to lords.
You shall not cut a sacred tree and escape with fines for the seven noble trees
on account of the fine of three cows that is fixed for cutting its stem.
The penalty for the oak

Last grand piano in Gaza

Standing strong amidst the rubble
A miracle, surviving unscathed
On the cracked marble, dusty but mostly intact
Forgotten alone on the stage

A tangle of cables, twisted metal and broken lamps
Hang down like spilled entrails.
Scarlet seats, torn and littered with crumbled plasterboard
But a treasure remains

It might not build a house
It can’t bring loved ones back
But 10 days can give you hope
With music’s rebellion
I won’t be defined
As just a survivor

Restored and renewed, though often in darkness
A splash of colour in a black and grey land
A new generation begins to learn to play
Hidden away from the eyes of God

It might not build a house
It can’t bring loved ones back
But 10 days can give you hope
With music’s rebellion
I won’t be defined
As just a survivor

 

Blood is thicker than gold

The Roamer

Highway stretched before me
Horizon full of haze
Heading south, three hundred miles
Dry wind fills my days
My feet’ll keep on walking
Till someplace feels like home
I will roam
I will roam
I will roam

A wooden cross behind me
Marks a fellow travellin’ man
Couldn’t spare the time to dig too deep
In the baking sand
For the desperate pull, the gravity
I’ll mourn him when I can
I will roam
I will roam
I will roam

My soul is filled with longing
Mixed with deepest dread
Twards heaven or hell I drift on
My boots are filled with lead
Redemption or damnation
I know not where I head
I will roam
I will roam
I will roam

Funny Old World

It’s a funny old world
With the games you used to play
You seemed to give up more than you ever gave in
You’d dress up, and make up, then you’d shoot to kill
Aiming low for maximum pain
It’s a funny old world

It’s a funny old world
Stumbling home in driving rain
You conquered a heart, but gave up your own all the same
Lipstick smeared and hair untied, like a flower underfoot
Sun’s coming up but the world’s going down
It’s a funny old world

Blood is thicker than gold

The ’42 stretches out under my wheels
There’s no turning off or changing your path – just driving on
I dread to see those hills come out of the mist
And if I slow down, slow down it don’t make no difference
Just makes the wait unbearably long

Looking back there’s a privilege in sharing the pain
A strange kind of beauty as the cards all fold
All pretence burns away, leaving what’s real behind
Unable to speak, but able to be, I find
It soon becomes clear that blood is thicker than gold

July of ‘69

We landed on the moon in July of ‘69
We come in peace for all mankind
How long and dark a journey seems before the day is through
Small steps can be the start of something new

Looking out over a long-dead scene
A beautiful desolation of unknowns
Yet the very fact that we are here to see such empty wastes
Is surely bringing life to these dry bones

Some say we shouldn’t waste our time
Reaching for the stars
First fix the mess we’re living in,
Keep your feet upon the ground

But I say living without a dream
Isn’t really life at all,
And striving in and of itself
Is a goal that means much more.

Wherever you go

Their hearts are with us, boys
Their hearts are here
Ours are their day-thoughts
Their night-dreams so dear
Wherever our good ship
The wild gales may blow
Their hearts are with us, boys
Wherever we go

Their last look we treasure
Their last laughs and tears
The last sobs and whispers
We heard from our dears
Half a world from them
We’re tossing I know
But their hearts are with us, boys
Wherever we go.

Jack O’Kent

Jack O’Kent was a working man
His hands as hard as stone
He dug and sowed in the borderlands
And brought his harvest home
He worked alone and had no wife
No child or next of kin
The gossip raged but the truth be told
They were scared of him

For when he went to church one day
For to confess his sin
He told the priest in confidence
He heard the devil speak to him

Now Jack was cursed for on his land
A mighty river lay
To get his wares to market meant
A trip of half a day
Five times he started off to build
A bridge of wood and stone
But the very next day he would wake to find
The bridge had tumbled down

In angst he cried and raised his hands
I’d give anything for luck
And sure enough the devil spoke
A bargain had been struck
“In return for this help of mine
There is a price to pay
The first soul that does cross the bridge
Is mine to his dying day”

Much stronger than he was before
He worked into the night
The stones seemed light as feathers
With his demon-aided might
And in one night the bridge was built
And at the break of day
It stood there solid as a rock
Come what may

“Come walk across” the devil cried
“and check if it is strong”
But Jack O’Kent was a canny lad
And wouldn’t be led along

He whistled to a local stray
Enticed him with a bone
The sorry mutt did race across
When the juicy bone was thrown
The thunder clapped and the lightning struck
The devil howled in rage
Jack just stood and laughed aloud
As the poor dog paid his wage

Now Jack O’Kent was a working man
He laboured with a grin
But still he works and lives alone
Because the devil spoke to him

Passion for Pinecones

Bear with me a moment
As I tell my dated tale
I may seem so ‘normal’
but it’s just a wretched spell.

My eyes looking forward,
Or soaring through the clouds
But not on a screen, no
I’m checkin’ life for brand new sounds.

I have a passion for pine cones,
and laughter for free.
Conversing and dancing,
That’s the life for me.
The wind in my hair
To block out the roar of the pessimistic nonsense,
modern life’s a bore.

Find me in the crowd,
With a smile on my face.
With my hands in the air
Singing and lovin’ this place.

If you trip and fall,
crashing to your knee.
I’ll reach out my hand
And show you how to be free.

I’ll start with a smile and,
an understanding ear.
I’ll take all your blues babe,
Every worry, every fear.
Now life’s looking up since
I changed the frequency.
No pessimistic nonsense,
In anything I see.

Music

The sun shines brighter when you hear a tune
A melody that sears the soul
Memory of harmonies is a glimpse of hope
The chords fade but the echos remain

When I see your eyes those sad, sad eyes
And the fog that surrounds your head
I want to pick up my guitar
And sing to you and play for you and sing for you
As long as it takes for the sun to break through

Cut me open
You’ll find a beating drum
Bleeding rhythms
Sustained by ever-changing chords and harmonics

Just close your eyes and lose yourself
Reach your hands up to the sky
It’ll never judge, it’ll never hurt, always constant
The chords fade but the echos remain

Blackbirds (Gretchen Peters/Ben Glover)

The blackbirds came at dusk and they roosted in the cane
raised such a ruckus that it shook my windowpane
And I’m covered up in dirt and I stink of kerosene
and no matter what I do I can’t get clean

Last thing i remember was your footsteps in the hall
whisky in your voice and a shotgun on the wall
now there’s shadows in the shadows, there’s trouble in the cane
and there’s things you do that you just can’t explain

Uneasy lies the head – unfaithful is the heart
ungrateful and unlucky and untrue
And no one saw me coming, and no one saw me go
Only the blackbirds and you

Come harvest in the cane fields the sky turns black with smoke
so I took our father’s gun and a heavy piece of rope
and I left you lying there like rotten fruit upon the ground
and I lit a torch and I burned the whole thing down

Uneasy lies the head – unfaithful is the heart
ungrateful and unlucky and untrue
And no one saw me coming, and no one saw me go
Only the blackbirds and you

Our father was a farmer he planted fields of cane
he planted seeds of evil and we harvested the shame
Oh but I’m the last one standing there’s no one left to tell
and when it’s my time I’ll see you both in hell

Time (Jeff Black) - bonus track

Isn’t it just like me
to make a joke out of tragedy
all I needed was some time
I’m not living in the past
I thought I’d try
to make you laugh
that’s one thing i can do
and do it well
well I wish I could
I was just passing
through your neighborhood
but you don’t seem too amused
I just thought I’d stop and say
I was thinking about you today
and you were right
I see you in the morning sun
in the flight of the blue heron
I see you in the evening sky
and I see you in my dream
this song was easy to write
it just came to me last night
it only took me fifteen years
now isn’t it just like me
to make a joke out of tragedy
all I needed was some time

Easy on me (Jeff Black) - bonus track

Hey I know what you want from me
I’ve given all that I can give
You believe what you believe
But I think I need my soul to live

You say you don’t want to tie me down
So what’s with all these ropes and chains
I know the deal I’ve been downtown
And I know to come in out of the rain

Easy on me
Take it easy on me now

I’ve always had a wondering eye
I guess it was just passed on down to me
The price I pay is pretty high
To see this world the way I see

So I’m a flying out the window now
Riding on the setting sun
I’m getting back behind the plough
And I’ll work until my work is done

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