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Hoxton Song
03:38
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That’s me, drunk on top of the post box. That’s you, trying to explain to the police
That’s us, jumping from the top board. That’s us, jibbing in for free.
And these memories mean everything to me. I couldn’t escape them if I tried.
Now I know you’re all safe, I can put them to one side. It’s like a sense of closure for me.
That’s me, laughing on the top deck. That’s you, red bus rover in hand.
That’s us, lost somewhere in Croydon. That’s us, running down the Strand.
And these memories mean everything to me. I couldn’t escape them if I tried.
Now I know you’re all safe, I can put them to one side. It’s like a sense of closure for me.
That’s us, sat in class 11. That’s us, under the maypole.
That’s us, smiling in the churchyard. That’s us, where did the time go?
And these memories mean everything to me. I couldn’t escape them if I tried.
Now I know you’re all safe, I can put them to one side. It’s like a sense of closure for me
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Northern Exposure
03:28
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I had a dream, 21, I’d be there and you’d be gone. Banished to the depths of time.
But, you hung around and dragged me down by my coat tails. I was sure I’d have shook you of by now.
You can’t stop me now or disavow. I’m like a time bomb ticking
I won’t allow those sly put downs. I’m alive and I’m kicking.
Years wandered off. Then got lost and they never wrote me back. I was a “Man out of Time”.
But, to self depreciate is like an inward hate and I’m full up to the brim with it’s poison deep within.
You can’t stop me now or disavow. I’m like a time bomb ticking.
I won’t allow those sly put downs. I’m alive.
You’ll don your coat. “Goodbye” you’ll choke. You’re like a dead man walking.
I’m ten feet tall, despite it all. So shut your mouth, when I’m talking.
You can’t stop me now or disavow. I’m like a time bomb ticking.
I won’t allow those sly put downs. I’m alive, I’m alive and I’m kicking.
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Comets
03:20
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There are no get rich quick schemes. There are no easy ways out.
No drink me down quick diet’s gonna keep you thin or happy now.
You can drop below the water line and hold your breath for days.
But, on that lung busting rush for the surface, there ain’t gonna be no rose tinted haze.
And none of this matters. Why can’t you just be happy how you are?
Oh, what could be better than searching for Comets and Shooting Stars?
You can work every waking hour and try to blur the line of day to night.
Until your wife and kids are strangers and no amount of money’s gonna put that right.
You can cling onto the bottle, with a grip wound tight as a vice.
But, finger by finger your grip will slip away from this beautiful life.
And none of this matters. Why can’t you just be happy how you are?
Oh, what could be better than searching for Comets and Shooting Stars?
As the moon smiles on St Paul’s, the city’s bathed in a pool of light.
And you can’t help feel in awe and surrender to a summer, star filled night.
And none of this matters. Why can’t you just be happy how you are?
Oh, what could be better than searching for Comets and Shooting Stars?
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4. |
T.E.D.
02:21
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Monday, April 5. It was polka dots and you.
And, as the summer came alive. I slowly faded from your view.
Even though we were alone. It was never you and me.
With the TV always on. Harry Cross made three.
You know I don’t. You know I don’t.
You know I don’t. You do.
You know that I know that we know.
Of course I never got in touch. I should’ve sent that little girl.
As ’88 bit the dust. There was no more frilly world.
You know I don’t. You know I don’t. You know I don’t. You do.
I know that you know that we know.
Should I be thinking about this now? They say you can’t go back.
Thumbing through memories. Miles from where you’re at.
Now here’s a little blue book. Dot, dot, dot. Containing you and me. Dot, dot, dot.
Shrink wrapped and safe. Dot, dot, dot. From 1983.
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5. |
The Usher's Tale
04:17
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I’m writing you letters at the Cinema. Somehow it makes you seem not so far.
I know everyone reads them, your Dad and “Our Anne” too. Guess they know how I feel about you.
Did you hear that Song? Did you like that Film? Did you read the news? Maybe we can travel soon?
You’re in my head on a Silver Screen. Laughing as the frames roll by.
Always in my head, like a movie queen. Where the camera tracks your every sigh.
Sitting in Beale Street. Drinking down the Blues. Just you and me and W.C. Handy too.
And sitting in Katoomba, it’s like we’re back in 1952. Eating chocolate cake and staring at those mountains blue.
On a red rock. In the midday sun. There’s a desert moon. Beneath the Southern Cross.
You’re in my head on a Silver Screen. Laughing as the frames roll by.
Always in my head, like a movie queen. Where the camera tracks your every sigh.
There’s an ocean between us. I can hear you in my head.
And the phone just exploded with those three words that you said.
You’re in my head on a Silver Screen. Laughing as the frames roll by.
Always in my head, like a movie queen. Where the camera tracks your every sigh.
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Ringing Like A Bell
04:25
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Look at you all grown up now. The spirit in you shines.
Captivating all around. Bathed in Almandine.
A greeting that is warm and true. It’s good to see you looking so well.
And ringing like a bell. And ringing like a bell.
Sweet and soulful, your refrain. Fill the air with song.
The violet hour is on the wane. But, your spell lingers long.
A greeting that is warm and true. It’s good to see you looking so well.
And ringing like a bell. And ringing like a bell.
As each grain of sand falls by. Some things get better with age.
And all you have to do is try and sit back, enjoy the ride.
A greeting that is warm and true. It’s good to see you looking so well.
I said it’s great to see you looking so well.
And ringing like a bell. And ringing like a bell.
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Tinseltown
03:58
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And did you hear my words, spoke softly? Every day in black for years.
Some days I wish I were a bottled genie and just rub that lamp and disappear.
Where’s the light that you bestowed upon me. Fragmented like a prism, flowing down.
Forgotten like those Hollywood young starlets. Lost among the ghosts of Tinseltown.
On the table is a Black and white picture. The monochrome has faded to a light brown hue.
What happened to the 60’s dream they pitched ya? Turns out that it was just on loan to you.
I take my seat and ride upon this ghost train. Towards some faded, jaded Seaside town.
That’s forgotten like those Hollywood young starlets. Lost among the ghosts of Tinseltown.
Lord, I need you now. Lord, I need you now. Lord, I need you now. Lord, I need you now.
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8. |
Safe From Sound
03:42
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I’m not about to open up now, after all these years.
Every syllable’s still visible beneath the dust’s veneer.
I know you wish your pretty eyes could rest a while in here.
But, laying them upon my skin could make me disappear.
I’m Safe from Sound in here. I’m Safe from Sound in here.
Like a message in a bottle. A time capsule, if you please.
Riding out on the seventh wave. A whisper on the breeze.
(And) Though the words my lips impart may lose weight year on year.
All the teenage pathos and poetry has me grinning from ear to ear.
I’m Safe from Sound in here. I’m Safe from Sound in here.
I know you wish your pretty eyes could rest a while in here.
But, laying them upon my skin could make me disappear.
I’m Safe from Sound in here. I’m Safe from Sound in here.
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9. |
Hoxton Song (Reprise)
00:51
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That’s me, walking past the old house. That’s me, taking photographs.
Is that you, singing in the playground? Is that you, I’m sure I heard you laugh?
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