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Here's The Plan
05:10
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The songs are still the same
You’ve just changed your name
From miss understood
to miss conception
These days you make no noise
When you walk you leave no trace
You’ve settled down like fog
without exception
So put the needle down
And let me hear you sing
Watch those grooves spin around
You know that’s my thing
Then dance yourself awake
Until you can’t even stand
And I will tell you something
I will tell you something
I will tell you something........here’s the plan
You untie the horses
And I will sing the chorus
Leave all the notes and changes
far behind
We can ride into the sun
No one will know we’ve gone
Who needs this life,
it’s worthless anyway
So put the needle down
And let me hear you sing
Watch those grooves spin around
You know that’s my thing
Then dance yourself awake
Until you can’t even stand
And I will tell you something
I will tell you something
I will tell you something........here’s the plan
You.... are....
the sweetest thing (in this whole dark world)
How could I be happier
Dark days.... Black nights
Have faded now into blue and red
How could I be happier
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2. |
The Last Hurrah
03:36
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I used to shuffle to the corner
To the tea and coffee stand
And boast about the night before with pride
If I ever get my life back
It’s the first place I will go
It’s the only place to head for when you’ve died
And I’ve died a thousand times
Now the nurse has pulled the sheets back
And the doctors have gone home
Everyone I know is gathered round the bed
My enemies on my right side
Friends are on the left
But you are somewhere dead inside my head
Not deep inside my bed
Oh, where are you tonight
Without your light
I am only a shadow of my former self
I can feel their fingers on my fingers
As one by one the rings come off
Then icy water’s poured onto my burning chest
I lift my head to kiss you
But I’m pushed back down to earth
“There’s no time for that, you’d better get some rest
Don’t you know, you’ve been blessed?”
Oh, where are you tonight
Without your light
I am only a shadow of my former self
Oh, let me sleep on it tonight
Days and nights
Are beginning to bleed into one, into non
I can see a light now
It’s come to take me home
I’m as naked as the day that I was born
Their hands reach out to stop me
Too late, I’m already gone
As I fly away my bloody limbs are torn
From my body that floats free
It’s just me.........I’m coming home.
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Saturdays Child
04:39
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Well the door shuts tight
and you’re gone for the week
And I’m left staring at the sky
I can still feel your little
kiss on my cheek
And the words when you said goodbye
Daddy, daddy don’t you cry
Daddy, daddy don’t say goodbye
Daddy, daddy, you know I’d die
Daddy, daddy, if you lied to me
Mondays child is fair of face
Tuesdays child is full of grace
Wednesdays child is full of woe
Thursdays child has far to go
But I wont see you now until Saturday
No I wont see you know until next week
No I wont see you now until Saturday
I’m so lonely, I’m so lonely
I’m so lonely I can’t speak
Now an hour has passed since we said goodbye
And the sun’s going down on your house by the sea
While I’m driving south to the place I know call home
Stranded on the bridge between and angel and the cold grey sea
Watching from the bridge with an angel and the cold grey sea
Baby’s only ten years old
Full of warmth out in the cold
I pray that she’s as good as gold
Every time she says goodbye to me
But I wont see you now until Saturday
No I wont see you know until next week
No I wont see you now until Saturday
And I’m so lonely, , I’m so lonely
I’m so lonely that I...........
See you face in all these places
I’m holding on to all good graces
Trading favors no-one understands
And everyday it lasts a life time
From the last time until the next time
This hasn’t turned out like we planned
Mondays child is fair of face,
Tuesdays child is full of grace,
Wednesdays child is full of woe,
Thursdays child has far to go,
But I wont see you now until Saturday
No I wont see you know until next week
No I wont see you now until Saturday
I’m so lonely, I’m so lonely
I’m so lonely I can’t speak
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4. |
My Heart Stopped Today
03:20
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The morning was silent,
unlike any other
Nothing was moving
save the tops of the trees
Then out from a clearing
a young deer came running
Why oh why, did my heart stop today?
So much beauty around me,
still I found anger
Lie upon lie,
hate upon hate
I opened my coat
to look on the inside
Why oh why, did my heart stop today?
I want to love,
but today I just hate you
And so I tell you
it’s time we both walked away
I followed my head
but it brought me back to you
why oh why, did heart stop today?
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5. |
This Man Can Break
03:08
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These day’s I am asleep
more than I’m awake
My eyes stay closed
the morning wont break
Once there was danger
but now there’s nothing at stake
There’s nothing to go out for,
nothing to go out for
Nothing to celebrate
There’s nothing to go out for,
nothing to go out for
When did this party turn into a wake
This man can break
This man can break
This man can break so easily
Christmas came and went,
like a giro cashed and spent
Before we even knew it was with us
And on New years darkened day,
as millions knelt to pray,
For those on the rim of disaster
We stood plastered,
casting shadows over groaning tables
Mixing our drinks as if we were not able
we dined
we whined
There’s nothing to go out for, nothing to go out for
Nothing to celebrate
There’s nothing to go out for, nothing to go out for
Once there was pity but now only hate
This man can break
This man can break
This man can break so easily
I’m losing my way, I’m losing it all
The phone never rings, no one ever calls
The hall echo’s empty there is nothing but space............. (end)
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Lost
03:25
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You have lost,
the only thing you ever had
Now there’s a cost
It’s not ever coming back
Now all you feel
Is icy breath upon your neck
You’ve lost it, and it’s never coming back
The broken tooth
You found lying on the floor
The wedding band
You threw at the slamming door
The silent room
When you both could scream no more
You’ve lost it, and it’s never coming back
He loved the part of you
That was furthest from the light
He loved the darkness
But he kept you in his sight
He loved the drop of blood that
Gave birth to life
Now you’ve lost it, and it’s never coming back
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7. |
Only Seven Days
03:43
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Tomorrow I will leave this place
Close the door and leave no trace
Leave the key in the same old place
The breeze blows through the lace and curtain
I’m unsure, of that I’m certain
My guardian angel’s learning how to fly
On my shelf, God and Buddha
Sitting side by side the other
In perfect harmony, butterflies fly
Only seven days, this time
I’ve only seven days, this time
I’ve only seven days this time
In the butterfly house
I could be almost anywhere
I could be lost {and you won’t care
If I come back will you be there?
Warm winds blow the lace and curtain
The golden glass reflects the hurt
I’m causing to those others far away
On my shelf, God and Buddha
Sitting side by side the other
In perfect harmony butterflies fly
Only seven days, this time
I’ve only seven days, this time
I’ve only seven days this time
In the butterfly house
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Under the roof of the Bristol Hotel
My thoughts are of flying without leaving my bed
I watch my cigarette fall down to the street
On Rosenkrantz and Kristiansgate I’m dead
Oslo is waking, I’m barely breathing
Leaving this town with the neon in my head
Hands in my pockets, lost on the corner
On Rosenkrantz and Kristiansgate I’m dead
There’s still some snow on the tops of the mountains
There’s still some songs that need to be heard
There is an undertow that I have to swim through
While I’m,
Clinging to the tip of the ice berg
Clinging to the top of the world
I’m walking and wounded, missing in action
Just another hungry mouth (that is) still to be fed
Seeking some shelter, watching young lovers
On Rosenkrantz and Kristiansgate, I’m dead
There’s still a flag that needs to be planted
My final speech is yet to be heard,
The fear of failing still be conquered..
While I’m,
Clinging to the tip of the ice berg
Clinging to the top of the world
Nobody knows me, nobody loves me
Isn’t being ignored what we all dread
I’m screaming and shouting, yet still no-one hears me
On Rosenkrantz and Kristiansgate, I’m dead
On Rosenkrantz and Kristiansgate, I’m dead
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9. |
Let The Waves Break
04:39
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She was standing on the stairs
When the tears started falling
She was screaming his name,
But he couldn’t hear her calling
In three short years
She had grown so much older
Now all he could see
Was the shaking of he shoulders
He could have held out his arms
And saved her there
But something changed,
Something scared
So he just let her slip down into the lake
As the waves break........
Around her face, around her face
There’s a picture in his case
Taken some years ago
He draws in the lines
He never knew how they would show
Those lines say it all
Of the piano and the loss
the starting lines
the finishing lines
and the battle line crossed
Now that girl in the frame
is in need of escape
Surrounded by gilt,
cardboard and paste
Dreaming of Mary and the Mexican days
She lets the waves break.......
Around her face, around her face
She lets the waves break around her face
These days he’s away,
more than he’s at home
He hates his hair, his hands, his face,
and his eyes when they roam
But he is all that’s left,
of the man she adored
When the camera’s rolled,
and that moment was captured for evermore
Now something’s gone,
something’s changed
They will never feel that way again
She can just see his outline
through a watery haze.
As the waves break.....
Around her face, around her face
As the waves break around her face
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10. |
From Out Of The Blue
03:25
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Three weeks have passed,
we’ve not heard the last
The phone has been crying out loud
Ever so sad,
the only son that they had
No mother was ever so proud
The papers had said,
a girl was found dead
Behind the children’s playground
A lamb to the slaughter,
this mother’s daughter
The silence is all over town
This invitation
extended to you
Came from out of the blue
Inside his room
beside the gloom
Flowers adorn the walls
But something’s not right,
he’s taken a knife
And replaced all those roses with thorns
He’d spun a line,
washed up by time
Strangled that young girl’s cry
His Mom saw the sign,
her lost washing line
So she hung her old son out to dry
Then sitting round the dinner table
They were forced to look into each others eyes
His Mum and Dad
And here Mum and Dad
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11. |
Alone Again Naturally
03:53
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Alone Again (Naturally) - Gilbert O'Sullivan
In a little while from now
If I'm not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower
And climbing to the top will throw myself off
In an effort to make it clear to whoever
What it's like when you're shattered
Left standing in the lurch at a church
Where people saying: "My God, that's tough"
"She stood him up"
"No point in us remaining"
"We may as well go home"
As I did on my own
Alone again, naturally
To think that only yesterday
I was cheerful, bright and gay
Looking forward to who wouldn't do
The role I was about to play?
But as if to knock me down
Reality came around
And without so much as a mere touch
Cut me into little pieces
Leaving me to doubt
Talk about God in His mercy
Who if He really does exist
Why did He desert me?
In my hour of need
I truly am indeed
Alone again, naturally
It seems to me that there are more hearts
Broken in the world that can't be mended
Left unattended
What do we do? What do we do?
Alone again, naturally
Looking back over the years
And whatever else that appears
I remember I cried when my father died
Never wishing to hide the tears
And at sixty-five years old
My mother, God rest her soul
Couldn't understand why the only man
She had ever loved had been taken
Leaving her to start with a heart so badly broken
Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever spoken
And when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally
Alone again, naturally
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12. |
It Will End In Tears
05:46
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Like a fly, on a flower
We’re clinging to, our final hours
What started out, as peaceful times
How quickly we have drawn our battle lines
It didn’t take, so very long
Was it you, or me, that went wrong
We were both, so happy then
No-one could see how this would end
It will end in tears
It will end in tears
As darkness falls, the sun fades out
The shadows lengthen in the rooms of this house
Although it’s dark, I see you face
And I still believe, in a saving grace
Because I recall, those early days
There was nothing, you wouldn’t say
And there was nothing, I wouldn’t do
I was totally consumed by you
It will end in tears
It will end in tears
Oh my pretty thing, my poisoned one
Where are you going now, what have I done
The swollen mouth, the blackened eye
Was that me, who made you cry
It’s not the same, anymore
I cant hurt you now, from behind this door
The fear in your eye, that tremble of your lip
I swear it’s all behind us now
I wont take another sip
It will end in tears It will end in tears
It will end in tears It will end in tears
...........what I did, I did for you,
...........it did you good, you’d do it too
..........What I did, I did for me,
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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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