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Bedlam Boys
03:06
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For to see my Tom of Bedlam, 10,000 miles I'd travel
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes, to save her shoes from gravel.
Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys,
Bedlam boys are bonnie
For they all go bare and they live by the air,
And they want no drink nor money.
I went down to Satan's kitchen, for to beg me food one morning
There I got souls piping hot, all on the spit a turning.
There I picked up a cauldron, Where boiled 10,000 harlots
Though full of flame I drank the same, to the health of all such varlets.
My staff has murdered giants, my bag a long knife carries
For to cut mince pies from children's thighs, with which to feed the fairies.
Spirits white as lightning, shall on my travels guide me
The moon would quake and the stars would shake, when' ere they espied me.
No gypsy slut nor doxy, shall win my Mad Tom from me
I'll weep all night, the stars I'll fight, the fray will well become me.
It's when next I have murdered, the Man-In-The-Moon to powder
His staff I'll break, his dog I'll bake, they'll howl no demon louder.
So drink to Tom of Bedlam, he'll fill the seas in barrels
I'll drink it all, all brewed with gall, with Mad Maudlin I will travel.
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Chasing Dreams
03:16
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Danny’s stuck working the scrap yard
Scrimping and saving for rent
Wished the teachers had helped him at school more
To get out of this town he’s hell bent
Dreams of touring the world still
Singing with the road at his feet
But when the landlord starts baying for blood now
It’s hard not to admit defeat
When your dreams fill your head
But you feel like life’s dead
And you can’t seem to turn things around
There’s nothing to do but to hum that old tune
And refuse to let life get you down (At least not today)
Anna’s studying at law school
Working bar nights to cover the fees
First in her family to get there
They’re so proud of what she can achieve
She wants to work in the city
Fighting for justice and truth
But if the government keep upping the fees still
She’ll be another unemployed youth
When your dreams fill your head
But you feel like life’s dead
And you can’t seem to turn things around
There’s nothing to do but to hum that old tune
And refuse to let life get you down (At least not today)
Things get worse, the divide gets bigger
Bankers count their notes, whilst we all just shiver
You can get out, But you can’t stay in
You’re stuck in a rut, That’s caving in
When your dreams fill your head
But you feel like life’s dead
And you can’t seem to turn things around
There’s nothing to do but to hum that old tune
And refuse to let life get you down (At least not today)
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Your Hand In Mine
03:05
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Your hand in mine holds on tight
Keeping me safe at night
A wall of arms protects me from myself
You’ll never know how much you help
So stay here with me
Stay here with me
When dark clouds roll on in you’re the gale that blows them away
The hand that pulls me from the water
The world spins over head as we lay here quiet
Time stands still yet races ahead
So stay here with me
Stay here with me
And words are all I know but I can’t find the ones to say to you
So I’ll just hold you close
I’ll hold you close
So stay here with me
Stay here with me
Your hand in mine holds on tight
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In-Between Years
02:40
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We don’t have proper weekends like those reals adults do
We have to grab these moments though they be far and they be few
In order to remind ourselves to be young and be free
And that we still have time to grow into what we want to be
Back in school we all knew we would go far
But nowadays we dream of affording a car
Our part time jobs in retail aren’t quite what we had planned
And most of us still dream about forming a band
We’re still too young to feel totally jaded
But old enough that our hope has faded
We’re stuck in these between years that are never going to end
So music and alcohol become our firmest friends
The adult world won’t let us in and our childhood’s let us go
So we stand by each other cause it’s all that we know
When last orders have been called we spill out into the street
To us hazy morning light has never seemed so sweet
This broken band of weary friends, stagger slowly homeward bound
Putting off the moment reality comes back round
We’re still too young to feel totally jaded
But old enough that our hope has faded
Empty pint glasses help us fight the system
Filling us with grand ideas and dubious optimism
Although our mad capped plans will never come to fruition
There the only thing we’ve got, all that we’ve been given
We’re still too young to feel totally jaded
But old enough that our hope has faded
Empty pint glasses help us fight the system
Filling us with grand ideas and dubious optimism
Although our mad capped plans will never come to fruition
They’re pretty bloody epic, if you’ll just give them a listen
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I am stretched on your grave
And will lie here forever
If your hands were in mine
I’d be sure we would not sever
My apple tree my brightness
It’s time we were together
For I smell of the earth
And am worn by the weather
When my family thinks
That I’m safely in my bed
From night until morn
I am stretched at your head
Calling out into the air
With tears hot and wild
For the loss of the girl
That I loved as a child
Do you remember that night
That night when we were lost
In the shade of the blackthorn
And the chill of the frost
Thanks be to Jesus
We did what was right
And your maiden head still
Is your pillar of light
The priests and the friars
Approach me in dread
Because I love you still
My love and you’re dead
I still would be your shelter
Through rain and through storm
And with you in your cold grave
I cannot sleep warm
So I am stretched on your grave
And lie here forever
If your hands were in mine
I’d be sure we would not sever
My apple tree my brightness
It’s time we were together
For I smell of the earth
And am worn by the weather
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Black Is The Colour
02:06
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Black is the colour of my true love's hair,
Her lips are like some roses fair,
She's the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands,
I love the ground whereon she stands
I love my love and well she knows,
I love the ground, whereon she goes,
I wish the day, it soon would come,
When she and I could be as one.
Black is the colour of my true love's hair,
Her lips are like some roses fair,
She's the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands,
I love the ground whereon she stands.
I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep,
And satisfied, I never can be,
And the I write her a letter, just a few short lines,
And suffer death, a thousand times.
Black is the colour of my true love's hair,
Her lips are like some roses fair,
She's the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands,
I love the ground whereon she stands.
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Siobhan Donnelly Huddersfield, UK
Folk singer and songwriter
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