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Memories
02:41
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Somethings are not meant for sharing
somethings are best left alone
here I am in Memories at the end of a stormy road
this taste of patient freedom
my destination over time
here I am in memories
where there's familiar food and wine
Down on Victor's boulevard
the people come and go
lost in their belonging
down where the marshes flow
I sit beneath the apple tree
and everything is just fine
for here on Victor's boulevard
there's familiar food and wine
So if you see me on my own
you might feel inclined
please don't come and sit with me
wait for my invite
Here I am in Memories
my destination over time
for right here in Memories
there's familiar food and wine
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2. |
The Aftermath
03:47
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In the aftermath there will be shouting
it's not over till the fat lady sings
in the aftermath there'll be complaining
spitting out dummies and favourite things
in the aftermath they'll say they saw it coming
they'll pretend that they knew all along
but in the aftermath experts and pundits
with not one of them admitting they were wrong
In the aftermath in those strange refurbished rooms
they're changing all the guidelines just to launch a ship of fools
but when there charade is over
the people don't believe
how a man can get his eyes checked
on the banks of the upper Tees
In the aftermath we're all blowing bubbles
floating gently on a warm summer breeze
and in the aftermath tik-toc and dik-tat
given out by those who do just what they please
In the aftermath the orders came too late
and all the kingdoms children we were told to hibernate
but when we came out of the darkness
they cut the nurses pay
and the light of this new normal
turned to fifty shades of gray
in the aftermath
this is the aftermath
and we're living in the aftermath now
it's' the aftermath
this is the aftermath
and we're living in the aftermath now
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3. |
Catch Phrases
03:14
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They've pulled up the drawbridge back home
they're pinging the guy ropes to make themselves known
there's smugglers gold hidden down in the cove
it's candy floss protest dismissive in tone
and they're laughing
yes they're laughing
so we're turning our cheek to their blows
Oven ready is all they're concern
it's never their fault when the house starts to burn
they make promises at the right time
which they break just as soon as they fall into line
and they're laughing
yes they're laughing
so we're turning our cheek to their blows
So they fumble and scratch out a plan
using language they don't understand
catch phrases a clichés we all have to learn
to help us believe the good times will return
and they're laughing
yes they're laughing
so we're turning our cheek to their blows
O' children please weep for your country
you writers and poets return
let's expose their phoney cacophony
and call out the truth to be told
because they're laughing
yes they're laughing
that's why we're turning our cheek to their blows
and we're calling down the hot coals
just by turning our cheek to their blows
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4. |
Mira
05:46
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There's a beautiful child of Palestine
marble dark eyes and a smile
everyone wants to hold her
and dance in the courtyard at Al Wallaja
Mira came with calm celebration
Lulu and Caleb were peacefully waiting
while good friends rebuilt there home
they found rebuilding lives to be haunting and slow
It took five mighty bulldozers rolling
and three hundred soldiers to destroy one home
leaving traumatised children hiding
and parents cut to the soul.
but this beautiful child of Palestine
small feet in the air dancing high
everyone's equal to Mira
she knows nothing of these oppressive lies
So don't get me started on Balfour
I saw him in the Walled Off Hotel
his entitled existence and wearied indifference
made him dip his nib in that well
Then the catastrophe started
someone drew a line in the sand
a whole generation departed
now the traveller only sees shrinking land
Wild boar of the settlers rampaging
sometimes you can hear the earth bleed
for now they're at war with the olive tree
and the pigeons from hell just consume every seed
One day someone will tell Mira
she was born to a family in chains
will those small hands which cling to your shoulders
become raised fists full of rage
will those eyes so mesmerising
burn with sorrow and hate
O; someone reach out and hold Mira
don't let her trust be in vain
let justice flow like a river
let her dance in the courtyard again and again
when it's your turn reach out and hold Mira
just let her dance in the courtyard again
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5. |
So Much Better
04:30
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6. |
Thunderstorm
02:41
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I'm sailing home from Midnight Wine
and a thunderstorm was raging late last night
it broke my sleep just for a while
then sweet contentment closed my eyes
I did not leave in vainglorious pride
or shout "ya boo" at the old hostile
for me it comes as no surprise
when lifelong hope was realised
so when I disembark I'll drop a line
to helpful friends instrumental and kind
these are the people after all
upon whom my grateful thanks must fall
These twists and turns what do they achieve
but anecdotes and memories
that thunderstorm was calling out my life
and now I'm sailing home from Midnight Wine
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7. |
Silent Sunday
03:47
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It was a silent sunday morning
startled sheep and dry stone walls
he said as soon as I am sober
I'm going to make this travesty fall
He did not care about the weather
or her shivering in the dark
when Michal looked upon David
she despised him in her heart
For a man can't dance before his God
or share in the peoples joy
if the untold secrets of his life
are for ever being denied
so among the hills of Cumbria
in a silence they did part
when Michal looked upon David
she despised him in her heart
Now the foolish side of vanity
will sometimes haunt his mind
has she ever tried to call him
has she ever driven by
in rueful cold acceptance
she's forgotten all that was past
when Michal looked upon David
she despised him in her heart
After each and every party
there's a glass and an empty plate
where we wash away the traces
then we seek to compensate
that's the truth about starting over
what we contain cannot go un-taught
for when Michal looked upon David
she despised him in her heart
when Michal looked upon David
she despised him in her heart
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Chris Milner -Journeyman UK
The inspiration for his work is wide ranging and eclectic, Rooted in his own experience of life and his travels, the sheer poetry of his lyrics conveys the universality of love and faith . It is a show with a vibrant narative .
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