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Yes I’d love to leave it all today
A place called ‘Elsewhere’ would be fine
So let me go on my way
to the quiet side of my mind
Where I can watch things slowly grow
I’ll just take a robe, a razor and a bowl
You keep asking me the big, big question
but you don’t like my answer
And all those tasks you keep setting me
You’re too hard a taskmaster
Every watch and clock says time to go
I’ll just need a robe, a razor and a bowl
A sharper needle and a tighter belt
Wearing a girdle of stars
A keener eye
A better self
Finding truth inside my heart
A simpler way of being, feel the flow
I’ll just need a robe, a razor and a bowl
A humbler man
No stain to my name
A humbler man
My ego washed by rain
A humbler man
No scars on my soul
Eat drink and shave from
the same bowl
I can watch things slowly grow
I’ll just take a robe, a razor and a bowl
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2. |
Country Mile
03:49
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You should have learned how to walk that mile by now
You should have learned how
And you should have learned
that you can never quite arrive
The horizon is trapped inside your eye
It’s like ‘The Straight Story’ around every bend
You will meet many a stranger
but you will leave them as friends
You’re on a path that rueful Gods carved out for you
with every heavy step you sigh
See the ghost rider fly past the walking man
as he hits his holy stride
It’s like ‘The Straight Story’...
Follow the gypsy sun, moon, stars in the sky
Keep on walking that country mile
Was that the prairie wind or an angels sigh?
Keep on walking that country mile...
It’s like ‘The Straight Story’...
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3. |
Life is Too Kind
03:35
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Did you ever hear anyone say
I’ve got too much joy in my life
and I don’t know how I’ll cope
now all my hopes are realised
Did you ever hear anyone say
I’ve got far too many friends
and why does my angel have to kiss me once again?
Too many days in the sunshine
Too many nights with my lover entwined
And the child in my arms
seems too wonderful to be mine
Life is too kind
Life is too kind
Did you ever hear anyone say
I’ve had enough of having it all
of being proud of who I am
and standing tall
Did you ever hear anyone say
I’m too much at peace with who I am
and why does my angel keep on reaching for my hand?
Too many days in the sunshine
Too many nights with my lover entwined
And the child in my arms
seems too beautiful to be mine
Life is too kind
Life is too kind
Too many days in the sunshine
Too many nights with my lover entwined
And the child in my arms
it seems impossible that she’s mine
Life is too kind
Life is too kind
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Denying
Deifying
Driven by love, driven by hate
A sunbeam
or a shadow
at your garden gate
Prodigal sons
Prodigal daughters
in their daddy’s doorways
To forgive
or be forgiven
or to make the old bastard pay
“Come back comeback kid
say you’re sorry for what you did”
“Father - here’s my kiss
Are you sorry for what you did?”
Rebel child
Angry youth
There’s still a place at the table for you
End these
empty chair blues
There’s an empty space at the table for you
The honest lie
The wicked truth
Ask the fountainhead for proof
My lion cub
My dove
Driven by hate, driven by love
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5. |
Memory Coma
04:10
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This silence could mean anything
It’s the soundlessness that I deserve
It’s the end of understanding
if no one speaks any words
Nothing flows on any line
and a memory coma floods my mind
Take me through the icy air
to a world that isn’t there
There’s a need for belonging
that never goes away
The urge is strong
but the chance is gone
As gone as yesterday
I tried to spend a moment
with the hedgerows and the clouds
You used to walk with me right here
but you’re so far from me right now
There’s a need...
I tried to share a smile
with a ghost face in the crowd
You look back at me expressionless
You’re so far from me right now
There’s a need...
There’s a need for belonging
that never goes away
My urge is strong
but my chance is gone
As gone as yesterday
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6. |
Watch and Learn
04:04
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My phoney phone in hell
on the radio
DJ’s and politicians telling lies
Is it fake news
or real news?
Well how do you know
when there’s a 24 hour supply?
Watch and learn nothing resembling the truth
Watch and turn into the worst ever version of you
Hear Murdoch’s commandments
from the mountaintop
written on tablets of shit
As long as you listen to him
he won’t ever stop
but he thinks you’re all totally thick
Watch and learn...
Piss on The Daily Mail
Wipe your arse on The Sun
Puke on The Daily Express
BBC thoughtcrimes have brainwashed everyone
Unplug ‘The Old Blue Whistle Test’
Watch and learn...
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7. |
My Friends the Rats
04:24
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Damn this ultraviolet light
I can’t find a vein
You can call me human trash
but I love my junkie name
I’m not who I used to be
I don’t want to be ‘me’ again
So I’ll keep on getting high
until my big OD
Then my friends the rats
can come and feast on me
Little furry fiends
I commend my turned blue flesh unto thee...
I am the child of sin
I am the child of gin
The tattoos of my poverty
are scrawled across my skin
I’ve been a benefit cheat for centuries
Me and my chavish kin
When my 11 year old liver gives in to the bargain booze
Then my friends the rats
can gnaw me through and through
Little furry fiends
I commend my pickled flesh unto you...
Let’s go to the bank to get some food
Let the bankers feed us
We need drink drugs and money too
Mr Banker Wanker give it up
Or with my bow and arrow
I will stalk the royal deer
The regal stag rears up his head
He senses I am near
I know that I could hang for this
but my hunger overwhelms my fear
My crime is being poor
to that I will confess
but my friends the rats
say a poor man tastes the best
Little furry fiends
They keep human skulls as trophies in their nests
Let’s go to the bank to get some food...
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8. |
The Inheritors
02:54
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This nowhere is our somewhere
It was fought for by our forebears
but it’s owned by those who never share
This inheritance is all theirs
Your vote is a token of a democracy that’s broken
They say the people have spoken
but you know they’re only joking
Your lords and masters will let you starve
Whatever you earn
they will take back half
And half of your half and half of that half too
So there won’t be much left of what is yours left for you
So many things are decided at birth like how much you’re worth and how much you’re cursed
And how much you’ll keep of the little in your purse
And how much you’ll hunger and how much you’ll thirst
Your lords and masters will let you starve...
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9. |
Imaginary Victory
05:32
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I met my enemy
and he was just like me
Fighting to plan
for love and land
and an illusion of being free
Obeying invisible orders
Obedient to ingrained myths
Each held a burning sword
I held mine against his
I fought my enemy
and he was just like me
Fighting to plan
for love and land
and an illusion of liberty
Hating that he stood before me
Hating that he breathed and lived
Each held a burning sword
I struck mine against his
Divided nation
Isolated hearts
Can I hitch a ride on your broken wheeled cart?
Help me sister as I scream and moan
because I pillaged my own village
and torched my own home
Divided nation
Isolated hearts
Can I hitch a ride on your broken wheeled cart?
In fields of death
my seed is sown
because I pillaged my own village
and I torched my own home
I killed my enemy
‘cos he was just like me
Fighting to plan
for love and land
and an imaginary victory
We were the angels of atrocities
no sin-eater could forgive
Each held a burning sword
but the flesh that was pierced was his
Divided nation
Isolated hearts...
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10. |
Season 3
07:13
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Little flame parachutes
Past number
Touching down...
Conkers fit for conquerers
They lay
on frosted ground
Never will they fight or grow
and soon
they will rot down
These trees have seen me rich
These trees have seen me poor
I could have been a forest king
I was promised so much more
These trees have seen me loved
These trees have seen me lovelorn
You could have been my forest queen
I promised you so much more...
These bursting days of green
are days that flash and go
And then the emerald blood turns red
and weeps
Ebbing slow
These trees...
My words are dying leaves
each one that falls
one more to grieve
The poet’s bower
turns to golden rust
in Season Three
These trees...
These trees have seen me rich
These trees have seen me poor
I could have been a forest queen
I was promised so much more
These trees have seen me loved
These trees have seen me lovelorn
I could have been your forest queen
You promised me so much more...
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11. |
Shattered Soul
04:44
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I told you about the poets dream
and the poets nightmare too
But all that bad mad sad stuff
none of it was caused by you
I made my own mess out of chances made of gold
When I saw disasters looming
I just let them all unfold
Some of us achieve redemption
Others can’t be redeemed
So it may be a waste of your kindness
for you to be kind to me
And yet without that kindness
I haven’t got any hope
For me and my sunken spirit
For me and my shattered soul
Maybe I could give you something back
Maybe I could give you joy
or maybe I’ll just take take take
Your selfish little boy
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12. |
Arizona Highways
04:16
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On the Arizona Highways
The Arizona Highways
On the Arizona Highways
Tonight!
On the Arizona Highways
The Arizona Highways
Lookin’ for Lana Del Rey
On the Arizona Highways
The Arizona Highways
Hang all your troubles on the old white line
but don’tcha go runnin’ over no porcupine
Don’t you treat it like a race against time
just ride and glide and ride and glide...
Stop in some little town and find a bar
where they’ll treat me like a rock’n’roll star
See if I can get me a midnight jar
Barman!
Hit me with a double!
Carmen!
I don’t want no trouble!
Starman
Take me up in your bubble
up to your cosmic skyways
Above the Arizona Highways
The Arizona Highways
On the Arizona Highways
Tonight!
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13. |
Uneasy Rider
05:22
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Brother we’re heading home
on our thrones of shining chrome
We’re on our wheels
We done our deals
We’re heading home
Tasted every inch of road
Breathed the air of the unknown
We’re on our wheels
We’ve done our deals
We’re heading home
On our wheels
We’ve done our deals
We’re heading home
The cities seemed like giant tombs
so we went where the desert flower blooms
We’re on our wheels
We’ve done our deals
We’re heading home
The women laugh
The liqueur burns
The wolf he sings
You will always yearn
We’re on our wheels
We’ve done our deals
We’re heading home
On our wheels
We’ve done our deals
We’re heading home
Brother we’re heading home...
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Welcome to The Monsell
My beautiful estate
Where I found and lost myself and found myself again
When it gets past midnight
I’ve no need to be afraid
The cross and phone mast of St Hugh
will guide me on my way
Crows on the green
magpies on the spinney
and an owl made of stone
My family lived here
My family died here
It’s where we made our concrete home
50s futuristic workers colony
spawned a generation of 60s kids like me
Jackson Pollock pebbledash provided by the state
and the council chose the colours of our doors and of our gates
Crows on the green...
From psychedelic schoolboy
To teenage waste of time
I stayed too long at mum and dad’s
and lost my punk rock mind
After Wolf Cubs at The Glen
to get some sweets and pop
Years later drinking at The Pimp
not knowing when to stop
Crows on the green...
Climb a tree on Red House Road
or get up on our shed
and see a panoramic view
of where my head got fed
The ghost dogs they still run here
in their phantom pack
and part of me runs with them
so that’s why I’ve come back
Crows on the green...
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15. |
Radcot Lawns
04:32
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I saw you running
across Radcot Lawns
It was like you’d been running
since you’d been born
Heavy rain rained
on Radcot Lawns
You were caught
in an emotional storm
In a long black coat
on Radcot Lawns
A dark dark angel
in human form
Your hair was green
on Radcot Lawns
Wearing your seaweed
crown of thorns
I was sat
in my dad’s car
You ran in front of us
my emerald star
Grass-headed girl
There then gone
Grass-headed girl
1971
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16. |
Glen Parva Dogwalker
04:24
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Smokey and me
Midnight
Carvers Corner
as the moonlight pharmacist checks his stock
Shirley sits on the bench smoking roll ups
We’re the restless souls that ignore the clock
Teenage parties
on groovy Glenville
Diamond Dog Summer of ‘74
Now I pass by Nick’s house in another century
and I’m not a teenager anymore
I might get a glimpse of Joy Mills if I’m lucky
near the memory garden of Beverley Pidd
And I think of Ros Browse
making me an iced coffee
40 years before Starbucks did
3am fry ups at Jackie Cryar’s
Getting drunk with Jamie, Gwyn and Dick
Lennon’s ‘Imagine’
round and round on repeat play
between power cuts with Paul and Mick
Dorothy Avenue
Woodpecker Cider
One bottle could get us all high
The sci-fi section of Glenhills library
opened up new worlds in my young mind
Now It’s me and Smokey
while everyone’s sleeping
We go by the Luetchfords and the Whites
Now it’s me and Smokey
while everyone’s sleeping
Walking through the Glen Parva night...
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17. |
Tinks
04:20
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I’ll walk alongside you today
for a part of your way
Stroll by the spinney with me
I wonder what we’ll see?
Maybe we could venture in there
and feel the dancing air
See as it touches the trees
and loosens the leaves
My little world is here
and I will suddenly appear
to be your momentary friend
once again...
Walk the dog
Walk the cat
Walk the human
Run across the grass
Together as dog cat and man
Together as friends at last
My little world is here...
I might let you give me some fuss
and you might gain my trust
I might wait for you another time
I’ll be easy to find
My little world is here...
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Kevin Hewick Leicester, UK
Kevin Hewick (born 4 February 1957, Leicester) is an English singer-songwriter who was an early member of the Factory Records roster. Today he is known for his recordings on Pink Box Records, an independent label based in Leicester, and his recent work with Venetian collective Unfolk. ... more
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