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The stars are beginning to shine
On the gnarly tail of the dove and the porcupine
There’s an argument to be made to get up and dance
But it’s not like you to take that kind of chance
The wolves are beginning to howl
Your brother’s lost in the woods and you don’t know how
There’s an argument to be made to get up and leave
But the darkness of the night you can’t conceive
And I see you haven’t lost your touch
And I’ve not seen you round that much
Have you lost your god damn mind?
Leaving all your sedatives behind
The mask is beginning to slip
All eyes turn to you but you’re not equipped
There’s a feeling of mirth in the room you can tangibly touch
And family and friends they might scorn you it don’t mean that much
The smell on your breath is of grape or of grain
The choice is important to you but results much the same
And on leaving your keys in the door you pass out in the hall
And then facing your kids in the morning it’s hard to stand tall
And I see you haven’t lost your touch
And I’ve not seen you round that much
Have you lost your god damn mind?
Leaving all your relatives behind
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The Whistleblower
04:41
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I know names
I am the whistleblower
The silence is over
The silence is over now
There’s no way
Back to the way that it was
The rabbit is out of
The rabbit is out of the hat
So blow that whistle loud
Blow that whistle clear and blow it now
So don’t let me down
Hide my face and and get me out of town
We fear change
It’s not what we were built for
The balance is out of
The balance is out of whack
There’s no doubt
I was put here for one thing
The silence is over
The silence is over now
So blow that whistle loud
Blow that whistle clear and blow it now
So don’t let me down
Hide my face and and get me out of town
I know names
I am the whistleblower
The silence is over
The silence is over now
So blow that whistle loud
Blow that whistle clear and blow it now
So don’t let me down
Hide my face and and get me out of town
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Lucky Thing
03:40
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I was thinking about Time out of Mind
Only 18 and I’d yet to discover
That thin, wild mercury sound
In a farmhouse in France fixing walls for my brother
I was lovesick and hung up to dry
37 and ready to suffer
But somehow Bob Dylan survived
A tempestuous heart and he’s running for cover
And oh, oh, oh it’s a lucky thing
That I found you when I did
And oh, oh, oh it’s a lucky thing
That you’re keeping your wildest intentions well hid
Well I’ll look for money if you look for fame
All around us the world will uncover
Such riches to never be named
I’m asleep at the wheel you’re in love with another
Moments later awake in a dream
113th this year man oh brother
And though life’s never quite what it seems
It’s fantastic enough right here under the cover
And oh, oh, oh it’s a lucky thing
That I found you when I did
And oh, oh, oh it’s a lucky thing
That I’m keeping your wildest intentions well hid
Well you came out of nowhere
Miraculously
I came to my senses
It’s hard to believe
The light that you shine on my life
The road is wide open
I see love from here
I’m choosing your warmth over heartbreak and fear
It’s the light that you shine on my life
Well everyone’s looking for someone to follow
The road is less lonely with someone ahead
But the fields that you leave in your wake feel so fallow
When I see what you’ve done man you’re so far ahead
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Defenceless
04:47
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So I would offer up my innocence
Crushed beneath the cloven hoof
The way the moonlight throws
Dark shapes of our shadows
Love is connected to your power
So I would hold the glass up to the light
So I would see the shooting star
But all the wine is through
The holy water too
I am defenceless in your power
If only one good man could fall
We wouldn’t feel this kind of pressure
But now I see you’re standing tall
I never felt this kind of pleasure
I am defenceless
I am defenceless
Well I don’t know how good my instincts are
They have failed me in the past
The future has been sold
The joke is getting old
I am defenceless in your power
So take me off your waiting list
I don’t need to see you anymore
The slate has been wiped clean
Your face is rarely seen
I am protected by your power
If only one good man could fall
I wouldn’t feel this kind of pressure
But now I see you’re standing tall
I never felt this kind of pleasure in my life
I am defenceless
I am defenceless
I am defenceless
I am…
When you’re old enough to know
But you’re young enough to grow
And if you do or if you don’t
And if you don’t you’ll never know
That’s the power you preserve
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Fighter (Part Two)
04:49
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I’m gonna tell a story
But only some of it is true
There’s a believable protagonist
So I might give the role to you
There are parts I don’t remember
And some pages got wet too
But I’ll make it entertaining
Yeah let’s see what I can do
I require your full attention
Listen to the melody
Figure out the recipe
I accept sincere rejection
Send it with telepathy
It doesn’t mean that much to me
I don’t care
What you say
I wasn’t born yesterday
I wasn’t listening anyway
And if you need someone to tell you that you’re right
You better keep looking cos that ain’t me
I start another chapter
I turn another page
There’s someone out to get me
But I don’t recall their name
I was sitting on the pavement
I was holding out my hand
There’s people walking past me
They don’t seem to understand
I expect your whole devotion
I won’t pay the penalty
I’ve got the worst philosophy
I’m annoyed by interruptions
Spread out on the canopy
I’ll get the last apology
I don’t care
What you say
I wasn’t born yesterday
I wasn’t listening anyway
And if you need someone to tell you that you’re right
You better keep looking cos that ain’t me
You see I don’t care
What you say
I wasn’t born yesterday
I wasn’t listening anyway
And if you need someone to tell you that you’re right
You better keep looking
Yeah you better keep looking cos that ain’t me
No that ain’t me
Oh no that ain’t me
That ain’t me babe, that ain’t me
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6. |
The Wanderer
06:38
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I don’t know
If this storm is in a teacup
If it is I better drink up
This special brew
I don’t know
If you’re wearing make-up
If you are I better wake up
From this reverie
You got the time you got the wrong direction
It’s time to take the photographs of me down now
So wisen up, think of all you lost
Yeah open up, think of all the love
That you have squandered on me
Yeah take that road
Only you know where it goes
That is the wanderer in you
Fever dream
I was thinking ‘bout the Romans
The way they pulled those buildings now
Before they started anew
All my life
I’ve been tearing down buildings
Trying to find new things
That lurk beneath
You got the time you got the wrong direction
It’s time to take the photographs of me down now
So wisen up, think of all you lost
Yeah open up, think of all the love
That you have squandered on me
Yeah take that road
Only you know where it goes
That is the wanderer in you
Yeah open up, think of all the love
That you have squandered on me
Oooh take that road
Only you know where it goes
That is the wanderer in you
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Balthazar B Amsterdam, Netherlands
Multiple twists in the road have taken me on a journey from London, through Paris and finally to Amsterdam. I've had the same acoustic guitar on my back for the whole adventure and we must have written hundreds of songs together. I have no doubt we will write hundreds more. ... more
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