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Charcoal Dawn
05:12
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There's no payload, On this mountain of hope
There's no free loans, Of true happiness
There's no heroes, Standing on rooftops,
If you must know, It only us.
In Unparalleled times, No longer on parallel lines.
Now that the waters passed under the bridge,
There's no reflection telling how hard it's been,
And a new perspective you're viewing from,
Can see the colours drawn,
on a Charcoal Dawn,
It's people moving on,
people are moving on.
There's no big fold, For unravelling,
There's no cheat code, For Unlocking the,
Memories that rick roll, Thrusted to the spotlight,
Looping like a ring tone, Calling only us.
Imperfect at times, Leaving Bitter thoughts… behind.
Chorus
If your pride stole, Every good bit of you,
Moving to the next goal, Never forget it.
These are unparalleled times,
Leave your bitter thoughts behind.
Go watch the water flow under the bridge,
Let your reflection tell how strong you've been,
And the new perspective you're viewing from,
Can see the colours drawn,
A Charcoal Dawn..It's time for moving on, It's time for moving on.
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The Highwayman
04:07
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I was a highwayman
Along the coach roads I did ride
With sword and pistol by my side
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade
The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five
But I am still alive
I was a sailor
I was borne upon the tide
And with the sea I did abide
I sailed a schooner round the Horn to Mexico
I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow
And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed
But I am living still
I was a dam builder
Across the river deep and wide
Where steel and water did collide
A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below
They buried me in that great tob that knows no sound
But I am still around
I'll always be around
And around and around and around and around
I fly a star ship
Across the Universe divide
And when I reach the other side
I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can
Perhaps I may become a highwayman again
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain
But I will remain
And I'll be back again, and again and again and again and again
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The Years are Flying by
03:05
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A new born baby is free from fear or harm,
The world is all ahead, you hold it in your arms,
Joyful circles turning the sands of time,
Seizing every day, bathing as you shine,
You know you don’t seem to say it at the time,
How the years are flying by,
Gone in the blink of an eye,
The years are flying by,
Endless planning until you make the cradle sway,
Protecting you from harm, balancing the weight,
Soulful searching hoping that you’ve done enough,
Glorious days are hard to give up,
You know we don’t seem to say it at the time,
How the years are flying by,
Gone in the blink of an eye,
The years are flying by,
And I’ve learned how time can you put you in a poll position,
And how your circumstances can offer you a second chance,
But we don’t seem to say it at the time,
How the years are flying by,
Gone in the blink of an eye,
The years are flying, the years are flying, the years are flying by.
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Nobody Wins
03:18
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Food on the table again, You’ve hunted days on end
It's gonna last you a long time,
There's meat on the hook, blood on the line..
Hang your game up high, Time makes it tender and tight
The day is coming, but you don’t see,
No meal is enough, or so it seems
Even God won't forgive all your sins,
In this cruel quarters where nobody wins,
You get war when you want peace,
It's a blood feast and, nobody wins,
Talk to the wigs and the suits,
They're like locusts, they'll eat us down to our boots.
There's no ending where you don't scream,
No meal is enough or so it seems.
Even God won't forgive all your sins,
In this cruel quarters where nobody wins,
You get war when you want peace,
It's a blood feast and, nobody wins,
Oh lets hunt them down, fleece them one by one, kill their pride as they sing - nobody wins
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Seán Mathews Drogheda, Ireland
Seán Mathews is a musician from Drogheda Co Louth in Ireland. He describes his sound as Urban Folk. Drilling into Urban Folk a little more, what Seán means is he tends to write songs that tell stories about his own Environment and formative experiences with the perspective of the Folk Tradition in mind. ... more
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