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My Real Day Job
03:10
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My real day job is dreaming, it’s something that I’ve always done.
Maybe I haven’t made that much of my life but I’m not hurting anyone
I can sit behind a desk
As the world of work decrees
But can I stop my thoughts from drifting
Onto the open seas
Where our schooner hits the shore
Of a distant map-less isle
And mermaids lie in repose,
Calling me to rest a while, rest a while, rest a while
My real day job is dreaming, it’s something that I’ve always done.
Maybe I haven’t made that much of my life but I’m not hurting anyone
And my boss in on the phone
Important it must be
How come I’m always busy finding
other places to be free
I’ve got lots of things I’d like to do
And words I’m trying to find
My body’s in the room
But you have lost my mind, lost my mind, lost my mind.
They say are you listening? And I try so hard.
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Hey Old Friend
02:52
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Hey old friend, I’d like to thank you for your company
Hey old friend, I’ll see you on the other side of the river
A roller coaster a vale of tears
A whirlwind of disappearing years
You bring the sunshine. I’ll bring the beer
We’ll grab ourselves some shade
Hey old friend, I’d like to thank you for your sanity
Hey old friend, I’ll see you on the other side of the river
Like King Canute held back the tide
Bon voyage see you on the other side
You bring the stories. I’ll take a ride
We’ll grab ourselves some time.
Hey old friend, I’d like to thank you for your alchemy
Hey old friend, I’ll see you on the other side of the river
Hello, hello, you haven’t changed
It’s been too long, it’s been too long.
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3. |
Man On The Moon
03:02
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They put a man on the moon
A reason on a rhyme
But only you can put a woman on my mind
I’ve been six months alone on this island
Guess I was dropped from the sky
I’ve been telling the mosquitoes about you
As they’re drinking me dry
I sit here and cry
They put a man on the moon
A reason on a rhyme
But only you can put a woman, a woman, a woman, on my mind
I imagine I’m rescued and brought home
With my beard down to the floor
In my suit made of seaweed and palm leaves I knock at your door…
Like I’m washed up on your shore
They put a man on the moon
A reason on a rhyme
But only you can put a woman on my mind
Too much time on my hands.
Until then I’ll just keep myself busy
Hoping you remember my name
There’s a bird that keeps singing the old songs
He’s keeping me sane
I know it’s hard to explain.
They put a man on the moon
A strange voodoo on mankind
But only you can put a woman , a woman, a woman on my mind
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4. |
Building A Boat
02:24
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This is the day that no one ever thought would come
There is no terra firma underneath the sun
This is the morning when we cease to rule the earth
Homo ridiculous will swim for all we’re worth
I’m building a boat
Come on board everyone the tide is rising
Like Noah, afloat
The only way you’ll see your home is by deep sea diving
This is the day when turning back the clock has passed
This is the day we see that nothings built to last
So we are cast adrift to contemplate our fate
The simple answer being we left it all too late
I’m building a boat
Come on board everyone the tide is rising
Like Noah, afloat
The only way you’ll see your home is by deep sea diving
Save us all
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5. |
Beyond The Silence
03:04
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Beyond the silence
Beyond the emptiness of days. The old forgotten ways of falling forever.
The dawn is a voice of light still lost
In the hands of shade and fragile frost
In those blind horizons never known
My bones are air against the stone
Caught in the dream, in the dream
Caught in the dream, in the dream
Beyond the silence
Beyond the emptiness of days, the old forgotten ways of falling forever.
The rain still bleeds across the sky
and time so breathless, drifts on by.
Cold echoes call, echoes call
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6. |
The Universe Inside
03:25
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The old romantics used to say
That when the stars align
Two reckless fools can hitch their souls to one another
Until the end of time
Astrology or astronomy
It’s just the universe inside of you and me.
I guess science will never know
If love has a calculation
They can search in every corner of the cosmos
Still the answer with evade them
We can see what will always be
It’s just the universe inside of you and me.
It’s as plain as the nose on my face that the whole human race
Is part of the fabric of space…and love goes on.
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7. |
Fuck Work
02:24
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No more days of telling me what to do.
You talk to me like I’m something on your shoe
Take this job and stick it were the sun don’t shine
It may be yours but your world isn’t mine
I wont ever, ever work your work no more
Fuck work, fuck work.
You say jump but I wont ask how high
I’m long gone got other fish to fry
Taste that air it’s as sweet as a breeze can be
See me walk it’s the walk of a man who’s free
I wont ever, ever work your work no more
Fuck work, fuck work.
I do not judge myself by the world inside your head
I do not judge myself by a world that’s lost its thread.
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Loneliness is a one-man double bed
Loneliness is the shadow in my head
Thoughtlessness is a self-inflicted wound
Thoughtlessness leaves you lonely in a room
With nothing more than your own thoughts
I sit at home every night, there’s nobody I want to call
‘cos since you disappeared from my life
I’ve been waiting for the moon to fall.
Emptiness is something you can’t describe
Emptiness is all I feel inside
Tenderness has faded from my mind
Tenderness is not for my kind
Who thought that trust was just a word.
I sit at home every night, there’s nobody I want to call
‘cos since you disappeared from my life
I’ve been waiting for the moon to fall.
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The Forgiven
02:59
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The waves came in hard, like flames off the sea
And the raging calm of the sunset worked its power on me
No way there to guess, no way there to hide
We chartered a course for the reckless so the guilty could ride
Set sail on a life, strange bedfellows we are.
Look up to the sky, look down from a star
I boarded a ship bound for nowhere, the captain said son you’re forgiven
Welcome to the absurd, obscene, adorable nonsense of living.
Lost from the crowd, he’s behind you they call
A blind crow’s nest existence and you’re too high to fall
I slipped down the blade, of a strange lightning host
I raised my glass to good fortune
And lost sight of the coast
So polish my bones to feed to the beast
Arrive at the banquet, a ghost at the feast
I boarded a ship bound for nowhere, the captain said son you’re forgiven
Welcome to the absurd, obscene, adorable nonsense of living.
Set sail on a life, strange bedfellows we are.
Look up to the sky, look down from a star
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10. |
Peculiar World
02:23
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Trees can’t walk
Fish can’t talk
It’s a peculiar world
Rocks can’t breath
The dead can’t grieve
It’s a peculiar world
And the only thing that makes sense to me is you
And the only thing my tired eyes can see is you
Time won’t wait
Believers still hate
It’s a peculiar world
The rain won’t dance
We met by chance
It’s a peculiar world
When I think of all the faces I have known
All those warm embraces all that skin and bone
It’s a peculiar world
And the only thing that makes sense to me is you
And the only thing my tired eyes can see is you
Victims aren’t seen
Peace is a dream
It’s a peculiar world
Truth becomes lies
Idiots are wise
It’s a peculiar world
When I think of these emotions I can feel
All those deserts and oceans, it can’t be real
It’s a peculiar world.
And the only thing that makes sense to me is you
And the only thing my tired eyes can see is you
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Al Roberts England, UK
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