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Celestial City
04:39
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Meet me tonight,
somewhere I don’t have to hide
Somewhere that I feel safe inside
Somewhere like
Celestial City
Meet me tonight,
in some place that I’m not known
A hundred miles from my home town
Somewhere like,
Celestial City
I won’t be coming back
This time I’m gone
I don’t even know about the damage done
Meet me tonight
Somewhere high above these dirt clouds
Somewhere that there’s no poison rain falling down
Somewhere like
Celestial City
I won’t be calling back
This time I’m gone
I don’t even know about the damage done
So meet me tonight
I just want to see you and you alone
There’s no place left there,
there’s no place that we can go now
No place but
Celestial City
No place but
Celestial City
There’s no place that we can go
but Celestial City
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The Wooden Hill
04:23
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He kissed her mouth,
cracked her head
Until her eyes fell open
And all the things
he never said
Were better left unspoken
It’s not liked it used to be
when she was seven
Her mothers’ love,
and her fathers’ knee
And then she’d climb
the wooden hill to heaven I’ll climb that wooden hill
Now at night
when she cant sleep
She has to leave the light on
The noise below
in the city streets
Electricity pylons
She never came to any harm
when she was eleven
Her sisters’ coat
and her brothers’ arm
And they’d sleep beside
the wooden hill to heaven I’ll climb that wooden hill
A spider crawled
into her sleeping mouth
Choked the life blood
from her veins
When she awoke
the spider had gone
and a woman's shell
was all that remained...
where once had slept
great beauty.
Later on at 39
She wonders how she found the time
To sleep and dream of bigger plans
Then they were crushed by a smaller man
It’’s not like it used to be,
her strength is failing
What is gone
is gone for good
and the wooden hill
becomes too steep for scaling I’ll climb that wooden hill
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A Decent Man
04:26
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She's only six feet away, right across the aisle
If I could see beyond here boyfriend I’d flash my winning smile
And I might be the older man full of confidence and charm
But I would turn her world around if I could get her in my arms
I’m a decent man, I do the decent thing
When I can......and I can, yes I can
I’m a decent man, I do the decent thing
When I can......and I can, yes I can
She’s maybe only 22, but I would show her what to do
I guide her through the back streets of my tiny mind
And she would thank me when I’m older, no longer shy, a little bolder
And all of those who followed me, they’d owe me a debt in time
I’m a decent man, I do the decent thing
When I can......and I can, yes I can
I’m a decent man, I do the decent thing
When I can......and I can, yes I can
And if I cant
then I wont weep
I’ll be indecent in my sleep
I’m disgusting, I’m pathetic, I’ll do things you’d never believe
I’m always looking at you when you can’t see me
I’m 45, no I’m 28, O.K. I’m really 33
But age is not important, what I crave is purity.
I’m a decent man, I do the decent thing
When I can......and I can, yes I can
I’m a decent man, I do the decent thing
When I can......and I can, yes I can
And if I can’t then
I’m not blind
I’ll be indecent in my mind
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Love In Mind
01:45
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Mother Tongue
06:40
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You and I speak the mother tongue
We don't know where, Daddy’s gone
Where he’s gone, or where he’s been
Or if we’ll see him again
He didn’t hate you, he just ignored you
I will describe his face for you
His face, for you, is ashen grey
Afraid of what you’ll say
Oh Daddy are you coming home?
Oh Daddy are you coming home?
Are you coming home?
He loved us once, he loves us now
You must hold onto this truth somehow
Sometimes it fades, and I can’t recall
The time he loved us all
And every time the phone rings,
there’s a chance he could be calling
To tell us that he’s sorry
and he was wrong for leaving
And I want so much to tell him
That we would all forgive him
if he just came home.......
Oh Daddy are you coming home?
Oh Daddy are you coming home?
Are you coming home?
I don’t have faith in this world
We are just another boy and girl
A boy and girl on a single spree
And it’s the mothers tongue we feel
Oh Daddy are you coming home?
Oh Daddy are you coming home?
Are you coming home?
Are you coming home?
Are you coming home?
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6. |
High Days, Holy Days
05:07
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From my window,
I can see the clouds across the ocean
They are clear and still,
surrounded by the blue
As these Airfix wings,
tilt back towards the sky-line
I dream of being,
where I’ve always been,
alone, up here, with you.
Come on now,
let me show you around
High days and holy days are all that’s in this town
Come on girl
I will show you my world,
and I will be there
From this window,
I can see the fields are slowly sinking
They are brown and grey,
where once they shone with green
As these clattering cars
take me to where I’m going
I play out the scene,
where you’ll always be,
alone out here with me
Come on now,
let me show you around
High days and holy days are all that’s in this town
As we roll by
a little piece of blue sky
starts me crying
From this window,
I can see these towns are slowly dying
They are black and brown,
drowning in the gloom
And as I race through,
another thousand faceless places
I start to dream,
that I’ll never be,
as far again from you
Come on now,
let me show you around
High days and holy days are all that’s in this town
Come on girl
I will show you my world,
and I will be there
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I need a little place where I can go
You don’t move fast, you just talk slow
A need a little money and a place to sleep
The backyard of my mind, The backyard of my mind
Well I’ve got me a home but it’s way too small
The kids and the dogs they fight and bawl
So I’m gonna find a place that I can call
The backyard of my mind, The backyard of my mind
It’s a hundred above, it’s 40 below, it’s hotter than hell in Mexico
You sleep in the day then you ‘re awake all night
In the backyard of my mind, The backyard of my mind
I’m shaving with a razor that’s five weeks old
The taps are broken and the waters cold
Still I’m smelling pretty good in my cheap cologne
In the backyard of my mind, The backyard of my mind
I left the sun in the north and met the rains down south
As the lightning flashed I burned my mouth
Still I keep on driving down as the thunder clouds roll
The destination is my mind, the backyard of my mind
There’s a black sky ahead, it’s blinking at me
It makes trees look greener than trees should be
When I left home it was way past nine
I’ve lost all sense of time, In the backyard of my mind
So I need a little place where I can go
You don’t move fast, you just talk slow
A need a little money and a place to sleep
The backyard of my mind,
The backyard of my mind
I’m in the backyard of my mind,
The backyard of my mind
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When you leave,
when you leave the spotlight
Take good care,
not to leave alone
I’ll take your hand
and lead you to the stage side
Until you see that wan light
that bathes you in it’s glow
But the house is empty
and the stage is bear
There’s no one here to see you,
they don’t care
When you leave, When you leave the spotlight
And step into the daylight, you will find me there
When you leave,
When you leave the spotlight
Step into the daylight
You will find I’ll save you there
I’ve seen them all,
disciples and believers
The rise and fall,
The Wailers and the Grievers
It’s not your time,
it’s your time no longer
There is always someone stronger,
to take your crown away
But your still singing
on a stage somewhere
There’s no one here to see you,
they don’t care
When you leave, When you leave the spotlight
And step into the daylight, you will find me there
When you leave, (baby, baby)
When you leave the spotlight
Step into the daylight
You will find I’ll save you there
It’s a light of glory,
that illuminates your prayers
It’s a light that’s only shining when you’re there
When you leave, When you leave the spotlight
Step into the daylight, you will find me there
When you leave, (baby, baby)
When you leave the spotlight
Step into the daylight
You will find I’ll save you there
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From the blackened finger papers
To the magazines of shame
Where art is just a rumour
In the meat market of fame
I have stood up to be counted but my numbers been denied
I am always the bridesmaid, never the bride.
The bride will be resplendent
On her glorious day of days
While the bridesmaids drunk and weeping
Leaping for that blessed bouquet
Well I have wept and drunk too but the flowers I caught had died
I am always the bridesmaid, never the bride.
Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.
Shall I tell you how it really is
In this life amongst the star
There are those who’ll rob and kill you
And return you to the bars
But a worse fate is waiting
For those the critics don't deride
Who are loved by just a handful who make them feel alive
Go on admit it now that truth from which you’ve shied
You are too scared to quit now because of your fucking pride
You are always the bridesmaid, never the bride
Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.
Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.
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A mile from my house
I took a wrong turning
The sky it was blue
then the next it was burning
I took a ride where the stars they don’t shine...
From tarmac to gravel,
from gravel to cinders
I burned all my bridges
and broke all my fingers
I can’t believe that some things last forever
I cant believe that I wont walk this way again
I took a ride where the stars they don’t shine...
What’s closest to home
can sometimes surprise you
You look forward so hard
you don’t see what’s beside you
I took a ride where the stars they don’t shine...
12 months in a year,
10 years in decade
That’s how long it took
before I knew I was betrayed
I can’t believe that some things last forever
I cant believe that I wont walk away again
I took a ride where the stars they don’t shine....
Where my son doesn’t lie,
where this girl doesn’t cry
Where the sound of the door
is not the sound of goodbye
Where the ring of the bell
brings a tear to your eye,
Still I’ll walk away again
I took a ride where the stars they don’t shine..
Lost and alone
I staggered in the green woods
Dragging me down,
then pulling me skywards
Up above the clouds I was flying
In no time at all though
I’m back down to earth again
I took a ride where the stars they don’t shine...
I took a ride where the stars they don’t shine...
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11. |
Blue, Red and Grey
04:03
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BLUE RED AND GREY (Pete Townshend)
Some people seem so obsessed with the morning
Get up early just to see the sun rise
Some people like it more when there's fire in the sky
Worship the sun when it's high
Some people go for those sultry evenings
Sipping cocktails in the blue, red and grey
But I like every minute of the day
I like every second, so long as you are on my mind
Every moment has its special charm
It's alright when you're around, rain or shine
I know a crowd who only live after midnight
Their faces always seem so pale
And then there's friends of mine who must have sunlight
They say a suntan never fails
I know a man who works the night shift
He's lucky to get a job and some pay
And I like every minute of the day
I dig every second
I can laugh in the snow and rain
I get a buzz from being cold and wet
The pleasure seems to balance out the pain
And so you see that I'm completely crazy
I even shun the south of France
The people on the hill, they say I'm lazy
But when they sleep, I sing and dance
Some people have to have the sutlry evenings
Cocktails in the blue, red and grey
But I like every minute of the day
I like every minute of the day
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12. |
Celestial City (reprise)
00:23
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Michael Weston King Montgomery, UK
Former leader of Alt. Country pioneers, The Good Sons, 12 years a solo artist and currently 1/2 of award winning country
soul duo My Darling Clementine.
"King has a voice part Nashville balladeer and part Alt Country hero, a cross between Nick Cave and Rodney Crowell"
- The Independent
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