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Mists Of Time
04:45
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Memories in my soul, memories of those distant days
When the world was in her prime
I was in your veins I was the grapes upon your vine
Now you're lost in the mists of time
I was in your blood, in the sickness that you had
Now you're in your grave and gone
Can I join you there and have a chat about the past
Tell me of the dreams you had
From the mists of time
I see faces that look like mine
I was the seed inside the grapes upon your vine
There's a photograph on the wall above me now
It's my window to your time
As I sit and stare at the contours of your face
I imagine it were mine
At the kitchen table, with a deck of playing cards
Is it your turn or is it mine?
I will deal to you, though you're years and years behind
Through the glass and through the mists of time
Through the mists of time
I see faces that look like mine
I was the seed inside the grapes upon your vine
See, you are me
Improbability, and memories
You are years and miles away
But together, through family
And through the mists of time I see faces just like mine
Now they follow in the shadow line
I was on your ship when you sailed around the world
I was waiting on the shore back home
I was in your name, the one you made up so we shall
Never know where we came from
And I was in your cave when you carved the crescent moon
When you whistled your first tune
From the mists of time
I see faces that look like mine
I was the seed inside the grapes upon your vine
I was the seed inside the grapes upon your vine
I was the seed inside the grapes upon your vine
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Plimsoll
04:03
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How many poor tars of have of late shipped their cable
And gone to their death on the watery main?
Through those rotten ships to return are unable
And friends and relations they’ll never see again
Hear a sailor kind sirs who has made it is glory
And when I have ended your sympathy lend
O list for a moment and hear my sad story
Of brave Samuel Plimsoll that poor sailors friend
Of Plimsoll the poor sailors friend I am thinking
In St Stephens he boldly let them understand
Rotten ships with our tars every day they are sinking
Cheer for brave Plimsoll that bold Englishman
Did I tell you the sight I have seen on the ocean
As drenched from the spray on the deck I have stood
It would fill many a landsman’s heart with emotion
To see mothers and father and children good
Go down in the sea while he stood uncovered
Hear this now sailors my friends understand
From the sea cries aloud for I now have discovered
Rotten ships they go down when they leave Britain land
Of Plimsoll the poor sailors friend I am thinking
In St Stephens he boldly let them understand
Rotten ships with our tars every day they are sinking
Cheer for brave Plimsoll that bold Englishman
I cant make it out how these lords of creation
On board of that ship House of Commons by name
While he fought for the rights of the tars of our nation
How English men ever could brave plimsoll blame
He cries, see those ships with those brave lads on board
She’s now overloaded I tell you with pain
Her owners no doubt have her fully insured
But those gallant men you will never see again
Of Plimsoll the poor sailors friend I am thinking
In St Stephens he boldly let them understand
Rotten ships with our tars every day they are sinking
Cheer for brave Plimsoll that bold Englishman
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What Put The Blood
05:18
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What put the blood on your right shoulder?
Son, come tell it unto me
It's the blood of a hare I killed today
I killed so manfully
I killed so manfully
That's not the blood of a little black hare
Son, don't lie unto me
It would be a far thicker red
And this could never be
This could never be
What put the blood on your right shoulder?
Son, come tell it unto me
It's the blood of my greyhound I killed today
He would not run for me
He would not run for me
That's not the blood of a little greyhound
Son, don't lie unto me
It would be a far thinner red
And this could never be
This could never be
What put the blood on your right shoulder?
Son, come tell it unto me
It's the blood of my sister I killed today
She used to lie with me
Now she lies with my unborn baby
What will you do when your father finds out?
Son, come tell it unto me
I will board a ship, and sail away
To a foreign country
Sail to a foreign country
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Wandle
04:02
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We got washed up, washed up on the
On the banks of the River Wandle
Wondering where we ought to be
We could talk about the bridges
And the water flowing under
Or we could just swim for the day
Float along like two sticks thrown in
Thrown in by two little children
In a race to be first past the post
To be first past the post, to be first past the post
Through the cities, through the towns
Into mountains, into clouds
We'll go upstream til we come back down
To the sea via the top of
That hill via those old places
We already saw once before
We already saw, we already saw
Upstream they are in cold water
Swimming under, freezing over
Thinking that there is no other way
Downstream they are getting poured out
Poured out into that great ocean
Like somebody just pulled out the plug
Just pulled out the plug, just pulled out the plug
Like somebody just pulled out the plug
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All Look The Same
03:36
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I said you looked childlike when you started to roar
I know you've just woken but you're not a child anymore
And I know you won't laugh when there's no one to blame
Cos when we all start to cry, we all look the same
From Russia to India, from France and to Spain
People still smoking cigarettes like there's no more today
And they all have been told but they'll do it again
Cos when we all start to cry, we all look the same
I spent all last night with a smile on my face
But you cannot disguise what is clearly the case
And there's no way to cheat the rules of this game
Cos when we all start to cry, we all look the same
I stepped up to greet the guards of the gate
You can't come in now, you'll just have to wait
But their faces aren't so hard when they hear your dark fate
Cos when we all start to cry, we all look the same
In the camps outside Calais they're checking their phones
They're texting their families wherever they roam
And if we don't help them now, it'll be England's dark shame
Cos when we all start to cry, we all look the same
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Telling Me I Should Know
02:41
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I first heard the news on the television
Then it came on the radio
Then a pigeon flew in with a note
Then a telegram came
It was made of stone
Made of stone
Made of stone
Carved out messages left on trees
Letters in the post were sent to me
Adverts on the billboard down the road
You'd have thought that there was
Something i should know
I should know
I should know
I got text messages and emails
I got tweets and whatsapp notifications
I got the voicemails and i saw the posts
On my wall, telling me I should know
I should know
I should know
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The Barley & The Rye
01:38
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It is of an old country farmer living in the west country
And he had the prettiest little wife that you ever did see
And a young man came a courting her when the old man he wasn't nigh
And it's often times they take a tumble among the barley and the rye
Oh when
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Before It's Too Late
04:06
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They say
You'd better
Get a
Move on
Before
It's too late
It's too late
It's too late
They say
You'd better
Open up and
Let one in
Before
It's too late
It's too late
It's too late
You'd better
Get eaten
Before you
Overripen
Seeds fallen
Scattered into
The desert sand
Into the desert sand
In the desert sand, in the desert sand, in the desert sand, in the desert sand
Before it's too late, it's too late, it's too late
Seeds fallen
Scattered into
The desert sand
Into the desert sand
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Started out quite innocently
Needed to feed the family
It was just to make ends meet
Just to put shoes on their feet
To see them off to sleep
The pennies they soon turned into pounds
Working through the night into the ground
Yes the pennies turned into pounds
And the pounds they came a' rolling in
And oh, it was so empowering
A little turned into more
And more, and more and more makes more
The belly is never quite full
Now you are the chief exec
Ready to cut through throat and neck
Nothing can stop you now
Down to the bottom line you'll bow
No nothing can stop you now
More, and more, and more and more makes
More, and more, and more and more makes
More, and more, and more and more makes
More, and more, and more and more makes
Today it seems to make no sense
The pounds, the pennies and the dollars and the cents
Your family are full to the brim
And as you sit there doodling
You daren't look down at what you've drawn
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On The M25
02:59
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On the M25
In this car that I drive
On the M25
With my wife by my side
And if all the people rode horses instead of drove
Ten thousand miles an hour at incredible horse power
They'd be better pulling reins rather than chaining lanes
Or hitting with a whip not a greasy gear stick
On the M25
On this horse that I ride
On the M25
There's five lines on either side
And if all the people farmed instead of causing harm
They'd be better off instead with less getting dead
And the rules of the road and the drivers' highway code
Would be just for the cows, the geese and the grouse
On the M25
On the M25
On this horse that I ride
On the M25
With my man just beside
And when the horses get tired we'll pump up our bike tires
And we won't need to fear the cars coming up our rear
Just watch out for the cows and the geese and the grouse
And the M25 will be a nice place to ride
On the M25
On this bike that I ride (bike that she rides)
On the M25
With my man just behind (it's a tandem we ride)
Instead of all the metal cases, people inside with angry faces
When all the cars are gone, we'll breathe and we'll have won
The M25... will be ours for the ride
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All For Me Grog
02:30
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Where is me hat, me nobby nobby hat
The one that I wear in cold weather
For my hair is falling out and me ears are flapping about
So I think I'll go and look for better weather
All for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
For I spent all me tin with the lasses drinking gin
And across the western ocean I must wander
Where is me coat, me nobby nobby coat
The one that I wear in cold weather
For my body's all a quiver, even me liver is getting a shiver
So I think I'll go and look for better weather
All for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
For I spent all me tin with the lasses drinking gin
And across the western ocean I must wander
Where are me trousers, me nobby nobby trousers
The ones that I wear in any weather
For me nobby knees are getting nobbier in the breeze
And the rest has gone to look for better weather
All for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
For I spent all me tin with the lasses drinking gin
And across the western ocean I must wander
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The Bara Bara Band London, UK
Ruth Jacob - banjo, vocals and stuff
Rupert Browne - guitar, vocals, bit of bass
Will Dobson - drums, percussion, noises
Boris Ming - fiddle, dancing
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