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Americanta
06:52
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On the cactus trail the sun can kill without pity
But there's a slower way to die
Try living in one horse city
Outside the run down rodeo
The young would be hero
Tries to outdraw the shadows
He thinks he can catch a bullet in his hands
He thinks he can outspit the rattler in the sand
But can he get out of Americanta
Prairie rose holds a burning cross to the moon
Sets fire to the livewire undertaker
And the cold dead saloon
She is courted by the brave
Cowboys, indians and slaves
But if you tied her to the railroad she wouldn't want to be saved
She impatiently tosses a dime
Where it lands will help her make up her mind
How to get out of Americanta
You better get your sweet ass out of Americanta
You better get your sweet sweet ass out of Americanta
At the Lone Star Hotel the midnight lovers lay down
They shoot it out
On the saddest brass beds in town
And the dreams they give leave to roam
Chase coyotes out in the unknown
Across echo canyon to the twilight zone
Whether pleasure cry or jailhouse moan
Each sings their song of home sour home
In the wasteland heartlands of Americanta
You better get your sweet asses out of Americanta
You better get your sweet sweet asses out of Americanta
Americanta the movie
The last gunslinger gets his last man
Americanta the movie
The last gunslinger dies by his own hand
Americanta
Popcorniana
Cocacolaramalama
American
American't
American
American't can't can't can't cant'...
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He slept beneath the flag
Of the homeland that he never had
And dreamt a young man's dream of revolution
He was brave at the barricades
He was the firebrand who seized the day
It was a young man's dream of revolution
In the taverns the opinions flowed
As freely as the ale and the wine
Young men's dreams of revolution
His was the loudest voice of all
So unafraid to speak his mind
About a young man's dream of revolution
Did you see the vision through his eyes?
Did you see the radiance in his mind?
The young man's dream of revolution
He stood before the crowd and cried
The choice is fight or die
For a young man's dream of revolution
Now he sleeps beneath the flag
Of the homeland that he never had
And dreams a young man's dream of revolution
He was brave at the barricades
He was the firebrand who led the way
To a young man's dream of revolution
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Another Jerusalem
13:34
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I call on the spirit of William
We need another Jerusalem
Another one better than this one
This one is undone
This one is all done
Upon being informed of our nation's decline
The government frontbenchers all laughed
Until the balaclava boys came bursting in
To give them an early bloodbath
Now there's no politicians
To politicise
No authority
To authoritorise
You must self help yourself to help yourself
To the things that you once used to buy
The price is very right
At £0.00p
The hand in the till thrill
Is adrenalin intense
Take it from the system
You've learned to resent
Take it from the twisters
Who've always been bent
But make yourself scarce
On Uneasy Street at the very first sign of the dusk
Because that's when shadowy Sheeranesque figures
All come out to busk
Strumming on the bricks
That they'd love to throw
Through supermarket windows
Light up that rag
Lift up that bottle
And throw throw throw...
It's Crystal Night revisited
At Asset Stripped UK Limited
Insecurity guards desert their posts
They can't hold back the tide of scarf faced ghosts
Holding up the bricks
That they love to throw
Through supermarket windows
Light up that rag
Lift up that bottle
And throw throw throw...
Hitting the town even harder than it's ever been hit before
Because there is no law at all
No there is no law
In the sink estate concrete forest
Robin Hoodie is blowing his horn
Him and his not so merry men
Will make the rich wish they'd never been born
Hitting the town even harder than it's ever been hit before
Because there is no law at all
No there is no law
The smell of smoldering banknotes
The heat of molten diamonds
As the normally placid cattle
Turn psychotically violent
They trample Farmer Giles to death
Then moove on to whoever's next
Ermentrude has had a change of mood
Her peaceful meadows are all ablaze
No cowboy can stop the mad stampede
The hooves of vengeance are coming this way
They trample all the farmers to death
And then moove on to whoever's next
Am I next?
Are you next?
Try to send a text
Warn whoever's next
Send a warning text
But there's no signal
No service
No coverage
No hope
No TV
No radio
No internet
No joke
Should we grab the kids
Should we grab the pets
Before the heavy metal crows
Come to tear up our nest
Should we flee, babies, you and me
Run from the young guns of anarchy
Shall we grab what few possessions we can
And load up this abandoned ice cream van
Shall we make our great escape
Should we be the ones that get away
But the paradise where
The bread could be equally shared
The paradise where
Nobody has to be scared
Where the ruins
Could all rise up repaired
Is under our feet
Is everywhere
If we can find the heart to build a new Jerusalem
This desecrated ground on which we stand
Could be a new promised land
In this the hour of our nation's collapse
Many a nerve may totally snap
So either put on your Guy Fawkes mask
Or run for the pills and don't come back
But some will stay to try to
Build another Jerusalem
Enlightened minds and creative hands
Will build a new promised land
I call on the spirit of William
We need another Jerusalem
Another one, better than this one
This one is undone
This one is all done
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Elegy for Jackie Leven
05:39
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Where are you big man?
Where have you gone?
We miss your dirty stories
We miss your sacred songs
But the last time I ever hugged you
There seemed far less of you to hold
The one thing left of the giant you were
Was your wild gypsy soul
In exile from the kingdom of Fife
Always on the wanderer's road
On constant psychotic overdrive
More than human for every show
The last time I ever hugged you
There seemed far less of you to hold
The one thing left of the giant you were
Was your crazy acid soul
Stomping your foot on a board
And plucking and pulling on the strings
Of Doc Watson's battered old Gallagher
As your voice gave your poems their wings
The last time I ever hugged you
There seemed far less of you to hold
The one thing left of the giant you were
Was your eternal warrior soul
Are you deep in some secret forest
With a hundred grieving men
Or in some lonely dressing room
With triple vodkas for your friends
The last time I ever hugged you
There seemed far less of you to hold
The one thing left of the giant you were
Was your beautiful shining soul
Play it again for Sir Larry
Jamming good with Nick and Tony
The first round of drinks are on Scots John
And we'll all be joining you before too long
The last time I ever hugged you
There seemed far less of you to hold
The one thing left of the giant you were
Was your Celtic hard man soul
Where are you big man?
Where have your gone?
We miss your dirty stories
We miss your sacred songs
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Almost Unseen
05:41
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The gentle friend I met on the long, long road
Seemed to be going where I also longed to go
No words or desires were spoken or expressed
Through miles as companions we quietly progressed
Onward
Without
Rest...
On we walked through green
Through nature's shifting themes
Almost unseen
Two figures on a screen
Projections of our dreams
Almost unseen
Hearts that never quite arrive
Still they try, still they try
Horizon pouring into each eye
Shall we fly? Shall we fly?
Sun and moon machines
Shine beams on where we've been
Almost unseen
Could we be redeemed
By what this journey means
Almost unseen
It takes a fearless step or two
To get to where you're really going to
It takes a fearless step or three
To get to where you really ought to be
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If you're seeking a religious experience
One that you can have in a flash
Love is a religious experience
About the best one you can ever have
We've all seen self righteous frowning condemnation
But God doesn't seem to mind if we laugh
Life's not for frowning condemnation
We weren't put on this earth to live like that
Yet when you see the values that are valued
Love seems such a controversial act
It liberates us with its truth and beauty
No wonder there are those that hold it back
But there's no containing that great rebel spirit
There's no way to contain a dream so vast
It's speaking now to anyone who listens
Bidding all to do its joyous task
It's as simple as a snowflake or a teardrop
Yet its ideas are so difficult to grasp
It's more complicated than any computer
Yet to feel its easy flow is all it asks
Feel it with your lover and your children
Feel it in whatever light it's cast
Feel it in the crowd, in the city
Feel it on a solitary path
Not to give of it is selfish and so wasteful
It's not the kind of treasure you amass
It's the kind you give away with sweet abandon
And that's the only way to get it back
But some say that it's shameful, that it's sinful
To be human, to be happy, to be free
In their shrivelled hearts they call it sinful
To live the way that loving ought to be
We've all heard of hellfire condemnation
But God doesn't seem to mind if we laugh
Life is not for hellfire condemnation
We weren't put on this earth to live like that
So if you're seeking a religious experience
One that you can have in a flash
Love is a religious experience
About the best one you can ever have
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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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