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Sister
02:41
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Like the rolling Russian seas
There's too many fish in the sea
Yet there's not enough to go round
So we stay strong and stand our ground
When I'm called up to protect my nest
I know I must fight to the death
Yet I know that I can rely
On my sister, to be on my side
Lately I've been involved
Lately I've evolved
And yet there's been no compromise
And yet there's been no need to terrorise
And I forget how many many times
I've come to rely
On my sister, to be on my side
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Oregon
02:54
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They crossed the Atlantic Ocean
The boats were made of wood
They landed on the eastern shore and found the land was good
Most of them settled down
The others pushed on across the Appalachians
Through the wilderness
Some on wagon, some on foot and horses for the rest
Most of them settled down
The others pushed on across the Mississippi
About a mile wide
To face the Great Plains, thirst and hunger, many many died
Yes some got left behind
The others pushed on across the Rocky Mountains
The salt flats of Utah
The wastelands of Nevada and the high Sierras saw
That some got left behind
The others pushed on into California
Those men who knew no rest
The Pacific Ocean stopped the restless movement west
Most of them settled down
The others turned around
Some turned to the south
Down to Mexico
But the people of whose blood I am they said we'll go
And settle Oregon
The people I come from, they settled Oregon
The people I come from
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3. |
A Boy Named Lonely
03:04
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One night as I lay sleeping I heard a tap tap tap
You were at the window praying like a cat
Ready to jump on me your claws all spread right out
Thought you'd swallow me whole I tried to scream and shout
Oh lo-lo-lo-lo lonely where did you come from
I know know know know know you from somewhere once upon
A time, I remember
Your face, I recall
Round and round in circles round and round we go
Come in through the window when you've nowhere else to go
I will let you in tonight while I'm alone
You will leave as soon as my true love is home
Oh lo-lo-lo-lo lonely where did you come from
I know know know know know you from somewhere once upon
A time, I remember
Your face, I recall
You saw me leaving with your friend a long time ago
You saw me leaving but you never said hello
And what's become of a life so lonely
What's become of a life so bare
Oh lo-lo-lo-lo lonely out there in the wild
I know that I am yours now for I shall have your child
Oh lo-lo-lo-lo lonely where did you come from
I know know know know know you from somewhere once upon
A time, I remember
Your face, I recall
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4. |
Nevermind
03:38
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Never mind the waves on the sea
You and I were made to be
Never mind the boats on the water
I'm gonna give you a little son or daughter
Who really cares about the world and its wonders
You and I shall never be a sunders
I would cross the main or any deadly ocean
Cos you are magical than any magic potion
I'm gonna lay my cards on the table
You'll be the horse, I'll be the stable
Ride with me now, bareback through the valley
I promise not to lead you up any blind alley
Never mind the waves on the sea
You and I were made to be
Never mind the boats on the water
I'm gonna give you a little son or daughter
And though I dream of Texas and the Appalachian mountains
I'm waiting for nothing, not even counting
Hard times, hard times yes they will come
But my leg's tied to yours and with our three legs we shall run run run
Never mind the waves on the sea
You and I were made to be
Never mind the boats on the water
I'm gonna give you a little son or daughter
Never mind the stars in the sky
I will always love you even after I die
You and I were made to be
You and I were made to be
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5. |
Willie-O
03:14
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Mary lay sleeping, her love came creeping
To her bedroom door so slow
Saying rise up Mary my lovely Mary
It's your charming Willie-o
Mary arose she put on her clothes
And to the bedroom door did go
And there she saw her own true
His face was as pale as the lily snow
Willie dear where are the blushes
That you had some time ago
Mary dear the clay has changed them
I'm but the ghost of your Willie-o
There they lay in deep conversation
'Bout their courtship years ago
They kissed they held each other and sorrowfully parted
Just as the cock began to crow
And as they lay in deep conversation
Down her cheeks the tears did flow
Mary dear now I must leave you
I'm but the ghost of your Willie-o
Willie dear when will we meet again
When the fishes
And the seas they run dry
And the rocks they melt in the sun
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What Johnny Booker wouldn't do do do
What Johnny Booker wouldn't do
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7. |
All About You
03:45
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The city sings the saddest tune merging sounds through a tube,
A tune of sorts, a sort of truce, swallowing a bitter pill,
Everyone calling it off, a coup.
I see a man in front of me. He doesn't hear. He doesn't see.
He plays a pretty melody and sings in harmony,
Noisily telling us of his love, and it's all about you.
Whether its the saddest song with people all singing along,
I don't know why the words that fit into songs are true and all about you.
Whether its playing, or lies dressed up as the truth,
I don't know why they all know what's there between me and you.
All about you.
A dissonant story through verse and through poetry,
A cauldron of melody and words, a word symphony
Pulling out all of the stops, and rules.
My headphones are singing, stinging and ringing,
Changing my moods through rhymes and through tunes,
Hastening to warning me off the blues.
And they're all about you
Whether its playing, or lies dressed up as the truth,
I don't know why they all know what's there between me and you.
All about you.
Whether its the saddest song with people all singing along,
I don't know why the words that fit into songs are true and all about you.
Yes pull me out, tell me off, tell me what I should and shouldn't do
I don't know why the words that all fit into blues are true
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Instrumental
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One morning in the midst of spring
A crowd came for him
they locked him up in a distant tower
To repent his sin
They took him to the trial after flogging him with grime
They smeared his face and asked him what was the cause of his crime
It was the girl with the raven hair my friends, the girl with the raven hair
In the light of the day he was made to walk sober
Through the midst of the town
His face was still wet from the evening dew and his clothes were a dusty brown
His family were told of the news and they quickly moved to another town
And his friends all discussed what could it have been that turned this boy's life around
It was the girl with the raven hair my friends, the girl with the raven hair
La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la
On the eve of his execution the jailers spoke about his fate
Tried for protecting this young girls honour the stories they did relate
But when they went to fetch him from his cell no body could they find
Someone had swapped his body with clothes from the laundry line
It was the girl with the raven hair my friends, the girl with the raven hair
La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la
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10. |
The Fifth Of August
01:59
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It was on the fifth of August
The weather fair and mild
Was born a maiden full of life
So wicked and so wild
Come 1941 she was driving
An ambulance in the war
By night she stayed out quite so late
She'd climb in over the barrack wall
A few years on she went to learn to teach
The children abc
There she met a man so fair
Just a bit younger than she
Well soon they were wed and out popped
One sprog and then another
One of who was to become
My very own mother
So Grandma here's a song for you
You jolly jolly girl
You make the best Yorkshire puds
In the whole wide world
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11. |
Cavelight
02:50
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We'll go to our cave
And sit where the light
Where the light pours in like the rain
We'll look down at the waves
And wave to the man
In the lighthouse over the way
With our fire at night
The smoke going out
Where the light pours in like the rain
We'll sit in the cave light
In the cave in the cliff by the side of the sea
That man he will see
The light pouring in
And the smoke that floats right
And he won't feel alone
He'll know that we're home
His cave family in their home
He'll shine his light
To the sky once again
And his ship will sail right in
We'll sit in the cave light
In the cave in the cliff by the side of the sea
La la la, la la la, la la la la la la la la la
La la la, la la la, la la la la la la la la la
We'll sit in the cave light
In the cave in the cliff by the side of the sea
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12. |
Wolf
04:06
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I'm a wolf, I'm a wolf
All dressed up like a sheep
Don't come near me, on the full moon
Or ne'er again shall you sleep
Hear me howling, hear me howling
Morning, noon and night
Come and stroke me, some and stroke me
Feel my sharp teeth as I bite
I'm a wolf, I'm a wolf
All dressed up like a sheep
Don't you try me, on the full moon
Or ne'er again shall you sleep
Sometimes I hear a, another crying
It's my unborn child
Crying mama, crying mama
Let me out into the wild
I'm a wolf cub, I'm wolf cub
I'm a wolf cub, I'm a wolf cub
I'm a wolf, I'm a wolf
All dressed up like a sheep
Don't you try me, on the full moon
Or ne'er again shall you sleep
I'm a wolf cub, I'm wolf cub
I'm a wolf cub, I'm a wolf cub
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13. |
The Herring Song
02:18
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What'll I do with my herring's head?
Oh what'll you do with your herring's head?
I'll turn 'em into loaves of bread
Herrings head
Loaves of bread
And all manner of things
Of all the fish that live in the sea, the herring is the one for me.
Oh what do you say to such a thing, have I done well with me jolly herring?
Oh what'll I do with my herrings gills?
Oh what'll you do with your herring's gills?
I'll turn 'em into window sills
Herring's gills
Window sills
Herrings head
Loaves of bread
And all manner of things
Of all the fish that live in the sea, the herring is the one for me.
Oh what do you say to such a thing, have I done well with me jolly herring?
Oh what'll I do with my herring's fins?
Oh what'll you do with your herring's fins?
I'll turn 'em into wedding rings
Herrings fins
Wedding rings
Herring's gills
Window sills
Herrings head
Loaves of bread
And all manner of things
Of all the fish that live in the sea, the herring is the one for me.
Oh what do you say to such a thing, have I done well with me jolly herring?
Oh what'll I do with my herring's bones?
Oh what'll you do with your herring's bones?
I'll turn 'em into telephones
Herring's bones
Telephones
Herrings fins
Wedding rings
Herring's gills
Window sills
Herrings head
Loaves of bread
And all manner of things
Of all the fish that live in the sea, the herring is the one for me.
Oh what do you say to such a thing, have I done well with me jolly herring?
Oh what'll I do with my herring's brains?
Oh what'll you do with your herring's brains?
I'll turn 'em into model trains
Herring's brains
Model trains
Herring's bones
Telephones
Herrings fins
Wedding rings
Herring's gills
Window sills
Herrings head
Loaves of bread
And all manner of things
Of all the fish that live in the sea, the herring is the one for me.
Oh what do you say to such a thing, have I done well with me jolly herring?
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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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