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Lonely Troubadour
04:14
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Alone and isolated Cold and neglected
My only friend the bottle When I feel rejected
My best friend the barstool The barmaid my lover
In confession I'll tell all To anyone who listens
That's you my audience
That's you my only friend
That's you, and the taste of alcohol
That's you, won't you listen to my story?
It's so easy to pretend and play With the glory that comes my way
To be someone that you want to be A reflection of our yesterdays
But don't feel sorry now, no Just buy me another round now
And I'll drink to your health For there's nobody else
Just you my audience
Just you my only friend
Just you, and the taste of alcohol
Just you, won't you listen to my story?
Playing is my redemption Sharing contemplations
Singing for my supper Of beer and bread and butter
So don't feel sorry now, no Just buy me another round now
I'll drink to your health For there's nobody else
When I'm standing on the street With the people walking by
Watching, waiting, hoping, playing
Will you spare a few coins throw them in the guitar case
Counting, hoping, performing, denoting
Don't put me down like I'm some kind of slob
Don't walk past, tell me to get a job
Hang around, gather round, Come on and have a dance
Let the music take you Lose yourself in a trance
As the rat race moves along Heads dipped to avoid the view
There's no time to think about The likes of me and you
We're just trying to get it right Cause we know it's going wrong
Looking to the future For that's where we belong
So don't be a victim of the systems fatal plan
To make you all conform to them and then they'll start to ban
All the fun, all the joy, all that makes life great
Just listen to the music Don't live life like a mistake, Just dance
Just you my audience
Just you my only friend
Just you, and the taste of alcohol
Just you, won't you listen to my story?
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3. |
The Stone And The Flute
04:22
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I walk the woods you under open skies
I'll meet you where sun & shadows fall
Blue, green and violet, reflected in your eyes
Speaking in tongues we’re far from knowing all
Stone and the flute, nature and the muse
Poet & Pan walking by my side
Blue, green & violet the colours changing hues
Passed onto you as the stone is your guide
Take me back to a time that I know
When the song was more than the show
Storms in our wake though we never arrive
No one gets out of here alive
Haunted melody the power to command
But not the wisdom or courage to restrain
Blue, green and violet, the cold sea strand
Raiding riders on the open plain
Take me back to a place I can defend
When the means were more than the end
Beauty and beast the piper rides the land
So lock the door & take my hand
lighting cracks the sky, thunder rolls the earth
reborn in flames in the pine on the ridge
Blue, green and violet, I wonder what it’s worth
to know one day we’ll cross the rainbow bridge
Stone and the flute, you still wonder why
Blue, green and violet light the sky
Follow the tune ‘cross the mountain side
No one gets out of here alive
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4. |
You Rattle Me
04:22
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You've got a fancy way of talking
But it don't make you better than me
I've listened to all of your bullshit
You rattle me
You rattle me
You were once mama's little chauvinist
It's plain for everyone to see
You need to climb down from your high horse
You do rattle me
You rattle me
What was it that Benny once said
Made a lot of sense to me
Don't take that attitude to your grave
You sure do rattle me
You rattle me
Take real good care of your toxic tongue
You'll poison yourself one day just you see
You spit out so much venom every day
You sure as hell do rattle me
You rattle me
You've got a fancy way of talking
But it don't make you better than me
I've listened to too much of your bullshit
You sure as hell do rattle me
You rattle me
You rattle me
You rattle me
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5. |
Lady Of The Moors
05:26
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On a misty moorland morning
With the sun about to rise
The walker leaves his bower
And much to his surprise
The Lady's strewn the valley
With shades of golden brown
And with a chill deep in his bones
He knows that winter's soon around
So with a muffled groan he stirs the embers of his fire
Sets his traps and wanders back
Still feeding his desire
For the Lady kisses fondly
Through gentle breezes blown
The sun upon his face again
And on her verdant gown
The Lady of the Moors he cries
It's to you I sing this tune
I'll love you when the sun doth rise
And beneath the shining moon
Though my feet may stray from town to town
I'll never feel at home
Until back here on your breast I lie
On your lush and pleasant land
Now time and need have driven me
Far from your soft embrace
To work with man and make some coin
Much to my sad disgrace
But I'll be coming back to see you
When the factory whistle blows
Until then I must take my place
And work my fingers to the bone
But fate had different plans it seems
And now there's talk of war
So I'm leaving for a distant place
To fight on foreign shore
So if I die remember me
As the one who left his heart
Deep in your valleys of verdant green
But now from them I have to part
Oh the Lady of the Moors he cries
It's to you I sing this tune
I love you when the sun doth rise
And beneath the shining moon
Now my feet have strayed on no mans land
I feel lost and alone
My battalion gone along with my gun
I'm left longing for my home
Now the Lady of the Moors she cries
The rainfall falling down
To feed the streams and rivers
And to fertilise the ground
Whilst amid the smoke and blood and tears
A soldier takes his bow
To send his soul straight back to Her
Aye now he's going home
So if you go out walking
Through the valleys deep and green
Remember the tales I've told to you
And the lives the Lady's seen
So if you hear some voices
Calling on the breeze
They are the tales of different times
Just stirring through the trees
And they are the souls of soldier men
And now they're coming home
They are the souls of soldier men
And now they're coming home.
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Turn To Gold
04:03
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When the leaves turn to gold, turn to gold
I feel no sorrow as life unfolds
It’s just another day, another week, another year
By your side I have nothing left to fear
I used to count the days 'til spring would come
Wishing winter nights would soon be done
Then when spring comes and flowers grow
I always find I miss the snow
When the summer sun begins to fade
I’d wish the autumn could be delayed
Then when the leaves begin to fall
Isn't it the best time of all
In the early days you’d buy me flowers
We’d just sit and talk for hours
I’d worry that those days would come and go
Melt away like the snow
Now you don’t buy me flowers and more
But you still smile when I walk through the door
The snow can melt, the leaves can fall
But isn’t this the best time of all
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Not This Day
03:57
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Revolution calling on the city streets we're punished for a crime that we didn't commit
We put our faith in promises they'll never keep We're holding out for answers that just don't fit
It's not like what we're asking for is so unfair, when the change we're looking for is you
Could you face someone from another world and try and justify your point of view?
some hide in religion abandon free will but I don't want to have to run to stand still
the skies are black the city burns, it's time to turn and make a stand
Cos I know lies when I hear your words and I can tell magic from sleight of hand
some hide in the past some fall for the spin but I don't want to have to cheat to win
A cancerous growth, is all we're told we need but how can we cure it with the politics of greed
So hold your ground, hold your ground
A day will come when courage fails One day we'll walk away
A day will come when it all crashes down
So hold your ground, hold your ground
One day we'll leave without a sound one day forsake our friends
One day they'll get it all their way We'll give up in the end
Oh no, no not again I can't believe it's true, You'd think by now we'd let the light shine through
So hold your ground, hold your ground
A day will come when courage fails One day we'll walk away
A day will come when it all crashes down
So hold your ground, hold your ground
One day we'll leave without a sound one day forsake our friends
One day they'll get it all their way We'll give up in the end
But not this day But not this day But not this day
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Days Of Still Cider
05:26
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Counted out thirteen roses
So red and so sweet
Took a bus ride to Lincoln
And whom should I meet
But a maiden so fair
With her long golden hair
At the start of a day of still cider
So we went a walking
Greetwell quarry to see
Came across an old kissing gate
Hey, said thee,
If we exchange a kiss
Then our bond we will seal
Here on this day of still cider
So we sat on a rock
And we started to talk
Of music and beauty and
What was wrong with the world
Then she reached in her bag
And she passed me a drop
My first taste of the good old still cider
I still swear to this day
That when it first passed my lips
Something inside me woke up
And the world then made sense
And I knew that the future would always be grand
Thanks to that day of still cider
Now the love that I've found
I thought it'd be there all my life
Til I was dead in the ground
And the beautiful maiden so fair
I thought that she'd become my wife
And she'd always be there and
At our wedding the toast would be made
With a glass of the good old still cider
Now between those grand times
There was still storm and stress
We were often apart
Much to our distress
But when we came together
A toast we would share
With a glass of the good old still cider
Then came the summers of festival fun
With much music and dancing all under the sun
So we moved in together and
The winter survived
Still sharing a glass of still cider
Now the love that we've found
I thought it'd be there all my life
Til I was dead in the ground
And the beautiful maiden so fair
I thought she'd become my wife
And she'd always be there
At our wedding the toast would be made
With a glass of the good old still cider
Now many years later
If we were happily wed
Old and infirm
Lying there on our bed
And when we were buried
One last toast would be made
To the days of the good old still cider
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Emily's Jig/Llydaw
04:35
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The Unbeliever
06:13
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I've always been an unbeliever
Always I've had an outcasts soul
I never had time for easy answers
Cos only the dead go with the flow
I will walk alone with faith in contradictions
The paradox unfolds in white gold & blackened flames
I will find my peace in the silence of the mountains
The eye of the storm the Unbelievers shame
When the light is fading on the last day of the year
And all I can hear is ringing in my ears
The fire sheds no light in the darkness of the forest
This lepers absolution gives credence to my fears
I cannot fight, I will not surrender
This weakness is strength, though failure calls my name
I'm done with restraint, this doubt gives me purpose
Only the lost can find their road again
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Molly
03:42
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Johnny had a six string
And a harp in his pocket
Played the blues on the corner
Next to the old market
He didn't ask for nothing
When the sun was shining
He just kept playing along
Molly was a poor girl
Living in the gutter
Tried to make a living
Through selling lucky heather
She didn't ask for nothing
Just a smile and a blessing
As she wandered along
How fate intertwined their lives
Well we'll never know
But when Johnny met Molly
There was something coming on
Sweet soulful music
Filled their lives with song
The love that they shared
It was so strong
So strong yeah
So they shared a bit of money
And they got a room together
Huddled up together
All through the wintry weather
Spent nearly every penny
But it didn't really matter
They just kept singing along
Then with winter nearly over
And spring was round the corner
Johnny got a phone call from the local night club owner
Would he like to play the night times and get the people dancing
They'd be singing his song
Now Molly is the singer
In an ob la di dah band
Heard along the line that
Desmond's grand
So Johnny be good when you take your stand
Tonight you are the leader of the band
The band yeah
Now many years later
They've got a little freehold
Chickens in the corner
They're pecking round their daughter
She's got the face of an angel
And the voice of her mother
They're all singing along
How fate intertwined their lives
Well we'll never know
But when Johnny met Molly
There was something coming on
Sweet soulful music
Filled their lives with song
The love that they shared
It was so strong
So strong yeah
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13. |
House Of The Rising Sun
06:06
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There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God, I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk
Go tell my baby sister Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in fear and misery In the House of the Rising Sun
Well, I got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain
Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God, I know I'm one
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Come with me before the night Follow me through the fields
Climb over the rustic stile Feel the stream on your dove white feet
Past the crumbling careworn church down the stoney coffin trail
Follow me through the ancient woods and down into the grove
Hear the luring melodies feel the droning drums
Let them carry your dove white feet Join in with the dance
Down in the Grove where the fair folk meet No one dies and no one sleeps
Down in the Grove where the fair folk meet You'll never leave on your dove white feet
Days, seasons and years go by men are born and men will die
But by my side you'll dance my sweet dance upon your dove white feet
Your clothes will fade and turn to dust your golden charms will turn to rust
But by my side you'll dance my sweet dance upon your dove white feet
Down in the Grove where the fair folk meet No one dies and no one sleeps
Down in the Grove where the fair folk meet You'll never leave on your dove white feet
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Matty Groves/Runio's
05:22
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A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year.
Lord Darnell's wife came into church, the gospel for to hear.
And when the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about,
And there she saw little Matty Groves, walking in the crowd.
"Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight.
Come home with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till light."
"Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight,
By the rings on your fingers I can see you are Lord Darnell's wife."
"What if I am Lord Darnell's wife? Lord Darnell's not at home.
For he is out in the far cornfields, bringing the yearlings home."
And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said,
She swore Lord Darnell he would know before the sun would set.
And in her hurry to carry the news, she beat her breast and ran,
And when she came to the broad mill stream, she took off his shoes and swam.
Little Matty Groves, he lay down and took a little sleep.
When he awoke, Lord Darnell he was standing at his feet.
Saying "How do you like my feather bed? And how do you like my sheets?
How do you like my lady who lies in your arms asleep?"
"Oh, well I like your feather bed, and well I like your sheets.
But better I like your lady gay who lies in my arms asleep."
"Well, get up, get up," Lord Darnell cried, "get up as quick as you can!
It'll never be said in fair England that I slew a naked man."
"Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for my life.
For you have two long beaten swords and I not a pocket-knife."
"Well it's true I have two beaten swords, and they cost me deep in the purse.
But you will have the better of them and I will have the worse."
"And you will strike the very first blow, and strike it like a man.
I will strike the very next blow, and I'll kill you if I can."
So Matty struck the very first blow, and he hurt Lord Darnell sore.
Lord Darnell struck the very next blow, and Matty struck no more.
And then Lord Darnell he took his wife and he sat her on his knee,
Saying, "Who do you like the best of us, Matty Groves or me?"
And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free.
"I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips than you and your finery."
Lord Darnell he jumped up and loudly he did bawl,
He struck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall.
"A grave, a grave!'' Lord Darnell cried, "to put these lovers in.
But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin."
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Treebeard Sheffield, UK
Treebeard play original compositions as well as a selection of rock, pop, & folk songs & tunes on a variety of acoustic
instruments.
They are regulars on the beer festival circuit, and describe their style as 'Heavy Wood'. They released their second CD 'Reel Ale’ on Gabadon Records in April 2010.
They are currently working on tracks for a new CD.
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