1. |
Red Song
02:06
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I play a guitar that has 6 red strings
And red lyrics are all that I can sing
What am I doing on this stage?
With nothing to say but all the rage!
My delicate private feelings have become...
..an outburst to which this audience is numb
I sing red songs
Made up of red notes
I’ve got a red voice
I’ve got a red throat
What am I doing on this stage?
With nothing to say but all the rage!
My delicate private feelings have become...
...an outburst to which this audience is numb.
Outburst Outburst
Outburst Outburst
I play a guitar that has 6 red strings
And red lyrics are all that I can sing
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2. |
Never Give Up On A Song
03:17
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Just how broken are you?
Just how far gone?
Well!
Never give up
Never give up
Never give up on a song
What’s with all the weakness?
I thought that you were strong!
Well!
Never give up
Never give up
Never give up on a song
Dust on my guitars
Rust in my voice
But the burned out phoenix has to rise
And I’m a one man choir of desire
Until my dying line
Sonic visions
The sound of dreams
It makes me shake my electric tambourine!
And I never give up
Never give up
Never give up on a song
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3. |
Humankind
04:42
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I hear it in these chords a little
How we could change the world a little at a time
So let’s try to enjoy it
Instead of trying to destroy it
Hey! Humankind!
We should be kinder to the planet and to ourselves
Kinder not crueler
Don’t send it all to hell
Do we keep our faith in darkness
Or do we head for the light that really shines?
Let’s fight our fights for rights
We’ve got something to unite called humankind
We can ascend my friends
Or we can decline
Become the motherless fatherless orphans of space and time
Keep the human part of humankind in mind
Motherless Fatherless orphans of time and space
Silently screaming
Lost meanings
Forever displaced
The sun is only a fingertip away
The moon will willingly show you her weeping face
For the motherless fatherless orphans of time and space
Belonging turns to longing long long ago
We’re as scattered as the stars that distantly glow
Motherless Fatherless orphans of time and space
Come back to the Earth
She never holds back her embrace
For the motherless fatherless orphans of time and space
Keep the kind part of Humankind in mind
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4. |
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“Fuck off!” She said to him
She gave her lover the unkind word
He’d lost all he tried to win
She gave her lover the unkind word
Words hurt
Make love seem like a pain not worth the having...
...if the pain adds up to more than the loving
He’s an expert at tearing her mean
He kicks her dreams into acid streams
Words hurt...
Did I ever hurt you?
Did I ever hurt you?
Did I ever hurt you...
...with an unkind word?
Did I ever cut your heart in two
Did I ever cut your heart in two?
Did I ever cut your heart in two...
...with an unkind word?
Words hurt...
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5. |
Free Cruelty
01:12
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Goodbye afternoon tedium.
When I get out of here I’ll run
Across the fields of grief
To find a pretty view that’s cruelty free
Where I can sit and think about
How you were always kind to me
That I’ve ended up as a cornered rat is sad
But at least the view is cruelty free
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6. |
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The days dance by
But I’m not dancing with them
And will I ever dance again?
On an island of thirst
Surrounded by water but dying
I dream of escape
But reality is I’m not trying
And it’s fear today
And fear tomorrow
Letting hope go
Letting hope go
Motionless statue
Emotionless fool
A frozen tear in a frozen pool
I’ve got lonely plans
There’s no hand in my hand
I turned down the chance to be that woman’s man
And it’s fear today
And it’s fear tomorrow
Letting love go
Letting love go
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7. |
The 70 Year Itch
05:15
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Time to end the war
To make this the country that we fought for
Mutual welfare
Free healthcare
Education for all
Everyone housed with a living wage
And our children standing tall
But there are those
Who liked it as it was
When women curtsied
And caps were doffed
Fodder for cannons
Fodder for factories
Keeping the working class down on their knees
The 70 Year Itch
It’s an itch we’d better scratch
Because the enemy we defeated is longing to come back
70 years to bitch
70 years to ruin the pitch
Giving it up to fear and blame
Now never again could happen again
Thanks to those who pose like fascist Gods
They love their rallies
They love their baying mobs
Gaslight sermons
Truth gets bent
Making people believe the crazy shit they invent
The 70 year itch
It’s an itch we’d better scratch
Because we’re ignoring history so history will try to come back
70 years to build it up
Tweet a few lies to smash it up
To convince us that what’s worse for us is best for us
There are those who hope that we’ve forgot
Who was who
And who did what
They’re corrupting the file of our memories
And putting us on the road to World War 3..
..4..5..6..
It’s time to end the war
So where is the country that we fought for?
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8. |
My Turn For A Miracle
07:06
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As the willow bends
As the willow stings
As the branches whip my hands
I shape them into things
I shape them into baskets
I shape them into chairs
Each is creation made with a craftsmens care
I am the willow weaver
I work in Thurmaston
My loving wife and I
We have us 6 fine sons
But once I was a soldier
In a war yet to be won
I was destined to survive those battles and those guns
Once 10 men of my regiment were in a trench with me
9 of them were soon to be chosen for eternity
When death came from the sky
It was sent direct from hell
11 of us faced the cruelty of the shell
2 of us were wounded
9 of us lay dead
My wound became the faded scar you see on my forehead
That’s where the shrapnel hit, just under my hairline
It was my turn for a miracle
God said “It’s not your time”
In my wallet there’s a photograph
Three lads in uniform
I’m with a couple of the boys who perished on on that morn
Though I rarely speak of them
The comrades that were lost
For the vanity of empires they paid the human cost
As the willow bends
As the willow stings
As the branches whip my hands
I shape them into things…
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9. |
Wendy O
05:47
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Chainsaw Mama
Blew up my TV
She said
“Live without it and your mind will be more free”
Chainsaw Mama
Cut up my guitar
Punk rock ritual
Destruction into art
And then she walked into a forest clearing
She fed the squirrels
And fed the birds
Her final act of compassion for the creatures of this earth
There is no self
Only calm
Mercy trigger
Do me sweet harm
Senseless world
Grant me release
This loaded heart
Must find its peace
And then she walked into a forest clearing
She fed the squirrels
And fed the birds
Her final act of compassion for the creatures of this earth
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10. |
Gold Plated
06:32
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I walk with Sister Blackburn
I walk with Sister James
But however far we walk together
Our paths won’t ever be the same
Dismounting celestial bicycles
They joined me on the ground
They spoke to me of the golden plates
And I asked them where could they be found?
And they walked with me down Soar Valley Way
Looking for the golden plates
We passed by the smouldering wagons
The dead bodies left behind
On a concrete highway pilgrimage
But no golden plates could we find
And they walked with me down Soar Valley Way
Looking for the golden plates
My crash helmeted revelators made their spinning wheel reveal
I told them my doubts were profound
But they insisted that the golden plates were real
And they walked with me down Soar Valley Way
Looking for the golden plates
Will you follow what your heart sees?
Will you believe or disbelieve?
Strange lands look familiar
When you’re guided by your certainties
Will you follow what your heart sees?
Will you believe or disbelieve?
The familiar looks strange
As I follow my uncertainties
And they walked with me down Soar Valley Way
Looking For The Golden Plates
I and I
Sister Blackburn
Sister James
Looking for the golden plates
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11. |
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They’ve cut down the
old cherry tree
To build another parking bay
And they’re cuttin’ ‘em down
On Victoria Park
Because they were in the way
Green City is Kill City is
But won’t you leave just one little sapling for me
The Millennium Oaks
Will stand for a thousand years
If the chainsaw crazies don’t come to interfere
Green City is Kill City is
But won’t you save just one little sapling for me
The silver birch watches outside the house I haunt
Its branches claw toward the moon
Its roots they drink my thoughts
Pick up the guitar
Make the timbers vibrate
Resurrect the splinters from the cross of hate
In dark laughter forests
The wayfarers wander afraid
But then come sweet summers
Lazing in their shade
In winters we long for your reborn spring
And in the bird cathedrals
We hear the feathered choirs sing
Green City is Dream City is
Tree after tree after tree after tree after tree after tree
Billions and billions and billions of trees
Green city is Dream City is
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12. |
River Sense
04:03
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Little river
Dreaming big
Through the centuries
Little river
Driving time
On toward its seas
Little river/riverrun
Racing with the sun
Little river
Hold the moon
Reflecting down on you
Little river
Overdoses
Thirsty twisted trees
Little river
Overflows
And floods surrounding fields
Little river/riverrun
Racing with the sun
Little river
Hold the moon
Reflecting down on you
Little river
Little birds
Nesting on your banks
Little river
Feather and fur
And scales give their thanks
Little river/riverrun
Racing with the sun
Little river
Hold the moon
Reflecting down on you
Little river
Waters dance
So far so fast so free
Little river
Only still
When winter makes it freeze
Little river/riverrun
Racing with the sun
Little River
Hold the moon
Reflecting down on you
I’ll lean over the bridge
To throw
My books into your depths
My books of tears
Take them all
Merciful River Sense
Little river/riverrun
Racing with the sun
Little river
Hold the moon
Reflecting down on you
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13. |
Sweet-Itch Stallion
05:48
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That masked horse is no villain
His skin
Is his prison
Sweet-Itch Stallion
In his coat of suffering
Binocular stare across the fields
Binocular eyes stare at me
Sweet-Itch Stallion
In his coat of suffering
Grass scorched by sun’s blazing
Happy flies dance around him
Sweet-Itch Stallion
In his coat of suffering
Sweat and steam
Shit and heat
Heavy breath
And the itch so sweet
Sweet-Itch Stallion
In his coat of suffering
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14. |
The Song Of Circles
03:05
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..In the song of circles
In the circle of song..
From the cloud
To the eye
From the raindrop
To the teardrop
From the steam
To the river
To the sea
To the ocean
In tides
And cycles
And by the breath of
God(dess)
Be my yearning yearner
Be my burning burner
Turn to the see the SUNRISE WORLD that promises that LOVE will be..
..In the song of circles
In the circle of song..
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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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