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Jubilation's Choir
05:24
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Northwest it blows, tumbling down
Rushing out across the plains
Braided like your, long hair was then
Meeting hands with the sea
Jubilations choir
So on it goes, steady then now
Somehow I cannot bare to breath
The air of your hills
My heart broken still
I don’t know what it is I’m scared of
In all the glory of the sun
What is can’t be undone
Your footsteps I hear, voice all around
An outstretched palm, eyes cast down
Sorrow runs deep, with no time to dwell
My sweet children, be with me
Jubilations choir
What’s mine is yours
You will see
Take this glad hand, walk with me
In the air of your hills
My heart broken still
I don’t know what it is I’m scared of
In all the glory of the sun
What is can’t be undone
Jubilations choir
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2. |
Soap and Cigarettes
03:37
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Take me from this land of soap and cigarettes
I won’t forget
The day that you first tumbled into view
Where the earth is flat and the sky is brown
Muddy water runnin’ through the town
All because of soap and cigarettes
Where the streets are weeping open scars
Shovels full of melted tar
For carburettors always out of tune
And your factories in overdrive
Overalls in overtime
All that work for soap and cigarettes
The mist is rising to the hills
Where trouser suits and sleeping pills
Pull the shades on other points of view
She knows her place I know mine
In this wordless pantomime
All she wants is soap and cigarettes
With your parables and your picket lines
That got you through the worst of times
They also serve those who stand and wait
Gates of pearl and gets of steel
For some you fight and others kneel
Anything for soap and cigarettes
Take me from this land of soap and cigarettes
I won’t forget
The day that you first tumbled into view
I caught the train I bought the lie
Innocence my alibi
Anything for soap and cigarettes
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3. |
Pitchfork
04:07
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It’s hot outside
And the moon is shinin’ down upon my face
It’s hot outside
And the moon is shining down upon this blade
My hand grips fast
To the dry wooden handle by my side
My pitchfork glints a rusty smile.
I’m gonna hang your bones on the wall
And right before your last breaths out
Right before I take you down
Down down down down
I drink your whisky down.
Put my bottle down
Stumble cross the porch way and down the stairs
Through the pines for the hundredth time
You won’t know
That I’ve been here watching you tonight
It’s gonna be a last goodbye
The taste of blood is mighty fine
Tell me who is next in line.
Down down down down
I drink your whisky down
I’m gonna hang your bones on the wall
And right before your last breaths out
Right before I take you down
Down down down down
I drink your whisky down.
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4. |
Ambulance
05:03
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Look at us calling for an ambulance again
It’s four in the morning and the tears are falling my friend
Lying broken in the road is no way for a night to end
Look at us calling for an ambulance again.
Well we take ten steps then we fall back twenty nine
To a darkened room far away from this heart of mine
Where a stranger’s voice says he’s doing all he can
Look at us calling for an ambulance again.
So I’m nailing up the windows trying to keep the world at bay
You say the harder that the wind blows the sooner it will change
Love is a delicate thread with which we weave
A way to the heart and soul for you I’ll breathe
With all of my might to help you in your fight within
Look at us calling for an ambulance again
So I’m nailing up the windows trying to keep the world at bay
You say the harder that the wind blows the sooner it will change.
With one foot behind the other I brace myself to take a fall
Let the light in you recover and find a path…among us all.
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5. |
Far Far Away
03:53
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Far far away up in the sky
I wonder anyone else fights over what they all need to share to survive
And just to get along
Or is is just the silly human beings, silly human beings
I think it is
Kei tua rā i ngā rangi
Huritao ana au
ko ētahi atu
E whawhai ai
kia mau rawa
Te tohina, te ora
Ko ngā tangata
o tēnei ao kē , ō tēnei ao kē
Ka tika nei
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6. |
Jackhammer
04:07
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Give me the sound of that old jackhammer, I got something to do
I’m gonna wreck all night I’m gonna work all day
Til' the hole in this mountain is through
Give me the sound of that old piano, honky tonking and blue
I’m gonna play all night and sleep all day and wake on up to get a message on through.
Forty four gallons in a rusty drum sounds like trouble
But it’s got to be done
There’s an old grey cobweb hangin’ in the morning sky
And if it won’t move the grass won’t grow
And the songs won’t fall to the earth below
How it got up there…I don’t know why.
I’ve got a thousand notes that just don’t care
Where they land they’re gonna fill up the air
Love to the loveless in pain and solitude
Prise the locks on the desperate doors
Break down the silence behind the walls
No matter how high
I’m comin’ on through
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7. |
Eden Street
04:29
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Evening on Eden Street falls
To the too slow turning beat of the world
For a girl
Her kingdom by the sea
High above the waves and shallow clouds
That follow her around the town
Not for you the fairground smiles
The narrow road their promise hides
Where drunken poles carry telegraph wires
Unfurling to the horizon
Matchsticks and motor oil
Staining the shirts and fingernails of the boys
In the harbour
Stones bending spoken wheels
Sisters on bicycles they flock
Like birds to the woollen mill
At the sound of the old siren
House stare through tired blinds at
Child brides at washing lines
Where endless days are sure to rise
The front door yawning empty morning
Leaving now you guide the pain
By walking loudly in the rain
We’re paper bags on different trains
To the horizon seeking asylum
Eastward of Eden Street
The ocean’s rolling breathing in and out regardless
Her kingdom by the sea
High above the waves and shallow clouds that
That followed her around
They followed her round the town
Followed her down to the ground
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8. |
The Storm
05:25
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Is there a tear in the eye of the storm
With room for love to linger
Slowly the hours crawl through the room
Hands without their fingers
I should have known to leave well enough alone
Than take a chance that I could win.
Without the cloud veiling the moon
Night can be just an illusion
Faded half day hiding the lie
Never would I lose you
I walk deep in the dream and chose not to see
The sleeping shadow of another.
Would I the reed
That bends turns its back on
the breath of the wind or be broken
Without the will and weft of the heart
I am a straw in the ocean
Falling through time for you to find
Me on the shoulder of some far shore
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9. |
Henry Ryder
07:15
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My given name is Henry Ryder
I’ve always been a good provider
They say I’m steady and I know my place
I built our shack on the Chinese quarter
Work for me was on the water
Many storms are written on my face
She is young but she is able
Spreading flour upon the table
For the loaves she makes for me by hand
Loading lambs newly slaughtered
Waiting for my only daughter
She’s the fairest flower in this new land
Oh there you go, coloured clouds in the morning sky.
Cables twist and hands get old
One false move in that dark hold
Among the cold young blood and bone I fell
A runner he was sent to warn her
But she’d turned a different corner
Came face to face with the undertaker’s bell.
Oh there you go, coloured clouds in the morning sky
There you go, you kept your beauty in disguise.
And since then she’s rarely spoken
Sees that moment in slow motion
Broken bread scattered on the ground
Spends her time down at the water
Feeding all the sons and daughters
Waiting for the night to drift on down
Birds they fly when their work is done
I hear their wings I the evening sun
Beating seeking safety in the night
But some will fly and not return
In their hearts the love they’ve learned
Carried westward slowly out of sight.
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10. |
Daylight Robbery
05:16
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Quiet outside and my heart it screams
Words don’t go to sleep and they rob my dreams
Who would have known
Who could have seen
The story’s been told and it’s wearing us down
Don’t ask us again you know full well now
Set out to sea
This beating heart and me
They call it daylight robbery
Sleep baby now, sleep baby now, mama make it alright
They call it daylight robbery
Doors open wide,
Poised standing side by side
The fury is real
Understand us now
Set out to sea
This beating heart and me
They call it daylight robbery
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