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Train
04:35
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Train (Chris McMahon)
I woke up early with the sun in my eyes and the dream still clear in my mind
I walked out of my life and out of town, with my bags just as it started to rain
I sat right down by the railroad track just like it had been in the dream
I laid down my load, with nothing to lose and waited for the train
Now after a while my friend came by just to see what I was goin through
And we talked about the way everybody seemed to be waiting for something new
to come along and change the way we are & what we’re gonna do
and after a while she sat right down there and started waiting too
A few days later folk were stopping by and some of them would stay
we had tents & fires & music & stuff the biggest party that you ever saw
soon we were getting organized building homes & growing our food
& I got so busy that I almost forgot just what I was waiting for
A year has come & gone and you wouldn't believe just how things have changed
everyday there’s more people here I never knew so many felt the same
But still sometimes I think about the dream & how my life would have been
on a rainy day in summertime waiting for the train
Now our kids have grown old and I'm getting tired as I look back on what we've done
we've schools & shops & doctors & things and a sense of who we are for sure
But there’s still no sign of change in the world or the things that we’re hoping’ll come
And sometimes I think maybe it’s all inside what we‘re waiting for
In the dead of night I sat by the track all alone as the stars unfurled
I felt younger as the world grew old and I don’t think I’ll be coming back
put my ear to the ground and I heard a rumbling sound like thunder from another world
then a blinding light and a screaming steam and the last thing I saw was the train
coming down the track
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Three McMahons
05:40
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Driftwood
03:33
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Driftwood (F Healy) Sony Music Publishing UK Ltd
Everything is open Nothing is set in stone
Rivers turn to oceans Oceans tide you home
Home is where the heart is But your heart had to roam
Drifting over bridges Never to return
Watching bridges burn
You're driftwood floating underwater
Breaking into pieces, pieces, pieces
Just driftwood, hollow and of no use
Waterfalls will find you, bind you, grind you
Nobody is an island Everyone had to go
Pillars turn to butter Butterflying low
Low is where your heart is But your heart has to grow
Drifting under bridges Never with the flow
And you really didn't think it would happen
But it really is the end of the line
So I'm sorry that you've turned to driftwood
But you've been drifting for a long, long time
Everywhere there's trouble Nowhere's safe to go
Pushes turn to shovels Shovelling the snow
Frozen you have chosen The path you wish to go
Drifting now forever And forever more
Until you reach your shore
You're driftwood floating underwater
Breaking into pieces, pieces, pieces
Just driftwood, hollow and of no use
Waterfalls will find you, bind you, grind you
And you really didn't think it would happen
But it really is the end of the line
So I'm sorry that you've turned to driftwood
But you've been drifting for a long, long time
You've been drifting, for a long, long
Drifting for a long, long time
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Dun Ringill
02:44
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Dun Ringill (Ian Anderson)
Clear light on a slick palm as I mis-deal the day
Slip the night from a shaved pack make a marked card play
Call twilight hours down from a heaven home
high above the highest bidder for the good Lord’s throne
In the wee hours I’ll meet you down by Dun Ringill
watch the old gods play by Dun Ringill
We’ll wait in stone circles ‘til the force comes through
lines join in faint discord as the Stormwatch brews
a concert of kings as the white sea snaps
at the heels of a soft prayer whispered
In the wee hours I’ll meet you down by Dun Ringill
take you quickly by Dun Ringill
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Ale Jug/Rice
03:16
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Believe
02:50
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Believe (Chris McMahon & Gordon Walker)
Do you believe the things you write & what you've seen
Your vision of the truth exp|lodes upon the screen
electronic images flash before our eyes
insights into the world or just a pack of lies
pictures paint a war of words a monument of lies
in night sight game boy star wars movies no one really dies
truth the first casualty of your ratings war
sponsors queue to advertise to sell the suckers more
Do you believe the lies
Do you believe it all
At all
Conned by convenience trapped in freedom’s glare
psycho leaders dumbing down their view of Hell to share
Crescent moon or crucifix in the end it’s all the same
live by the dollar die by the dollar your place in heaven to claim
Do you believe their lies
Do you believe it all
At all
Do you believe the things they say you've seen
forests burning |one more nightmare dream
the chips are down the war of words is won
ice age returning hot air talk is done
The media buys your bullshit and they sell it at great cost
A hypocrites lament for the innocence they've lost
Virtual village or real world cash for no questions asked
Shit your nest & blame the rest you've breathed your sorry last
Do you believe your lies
Do you believe it all
At all
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Over The Hills & Far Away (trad arr Treebeard)
There's forty shillings on the drum for those who volunteer to come
To 'list and fight the foe today Over the hills and far away
O'er the hills and o'er the main, Through Flanders Portugal and Spain
King George commands and we obey Over the hills and far away
When duty calls me I must go, to stand and face another foe
But part of me will always stray Over the Hills and far away
If I should fall to rise no more, as many comrades did before
Then ask the fifes and drums to play Over the hills and far away
Then fall in lads behind the drum. With colours blazing like the sun
Along the road to come what may Over the hills and far away
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Free Electric Band
03:42
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Free Electric Band (Albert Hammond)
My father is a doctor he’s a family man
my mother works for charity when ever she can
they’re both good clean Americans who abide by the law
they both stick up for liberty & they both support the war
my happiness was paid for when they laid their money down
for summers in a summer camp and winters in the town
my future in the system was talked about and planed
but I gave it up for music and the free electric band
I went to school in hand washed shirts & neatly oiled hair
and the school was big and newly built and filled with light & air
& the teachers taught us values that we had to learn to keep
and they clipped the ear of many idle kids who went to sleep
my father organised for me a college in the east
but I went to California the sunshine & the beach
my parents and my lecturers could never understand
why I gave it up for music & the free electric band
They used to sit and speculate about their sons career
a lawyer or a doctor or a civil engineer
just give me bread and water & a guitar in my hand
cos all I need is music and the free electric band
my father sends me money and i spend it very fast
on a girl I met in Berkley in a social science class
and we learned about her body but her mind we did not know
until deep rooted attitudes and morals began to show
she wanted to get married even though she’d never said
and I knew her well enough by not to see inside her head
she’d settle for suburbia and a little parch of land
so i gave her up for music and the free electric band
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10. |
Going To California
03:18
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Going to California (Jimmy Page & Robert Plant)
Spend my days with a woman unkind
Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine
Made up my mind, make a new start
Goin' to California with an achin' in my heart
Someone told me there's a girl out there
With love in her eyes and flowers in her hair
Took my chances on a big jet-plane
Never let 'em tell ya that they're aw-ooh-all the same
Hoh, the sea was red and the sky was grey
I wonder how tomorrow could ever follow today-hee
Mountains and the canyons start to tremble and shake
The children of the sun begin to awake
Now Watch out
It seems that the wrath of the gods got a punch on the nose
And it's startin' to flow, I think I might be sinkin'
Throw me a line, if I reach it in time
Meet you up there where the path runs straight and high
Find a queen without a king
They say she plays guitar and cries and sings, la-la-la-la
Ride a white mare in the footsteps of dawn
Tryin' to find a woman who's never, never, never been born
Standin' on a hill in the mountain of dreams
Tellin' myself it's not as hard, hard, hard as it seems
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Singularly Fine Day
03:50
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Star of the County Down (trad)
Near Banbridge town, in the County Down one morning in July
Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen and she smiled as she passed me by.
She looked so sweet from her two white feet to the sheen of her nut-brown hair
Such a coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself to make sure I was standing there.
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen that I met in the County Down.
As she onward sped I shook my head and I gazed with a feeling rare
And I said, says I, to a passerby "who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"
He smiled at me, and with pride says he, "That's the gem of Ireland's crown.
She's young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann She's the star of the County Down."
I've travelled a bit, but never was hit Since my roving career began
But fair and square I surrendered there to the charms of young Rose McCann.
I'd a heart to let and no tenant yet Did I meet with in shawl or gown
But in she went and I asked no rent From the star of the County Down.
At the crossroads fair I'll be surely there And I'll dress in my Sunday clothe
And I'll try sheep's eyes, and deluding lies on the heart of the nut-brown rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke though with rust my plough turns brown
Till a smiling bride by my own fireside sits the star of the County Down.
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13. |
Chris World
03:58
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14. |
Highwayman's Hollow
04:53
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Russian Medley
03:36
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16. |
The Ace Of Spades
03:35
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The Ace of Spades (Kilminster, Taylor, Clarke)
If you like to gamble, I tell you I'm your man,
You win some, lose some, all the same to me,
The pleasure is to play, makes no difference what you say,
I don't share your greed, the only card I need is
The Ace Of Spades The Ace Of Spades
Playing for the high one, dancing with the devil,
Going with the flow, it's all the same to me,
Seven or Eleven, snake eyes watching you,
Double up or quit, double stake or split,
The Ace Of Spades The Ace Of Spades
You know I'm born to lose, and gambling's for fools,
But that's the way I like it baby,
I don't wanna live for ever,
And don't forget the joker!
Pushing up the ante, I know you've got to see me,
Read 'em and weep, the dead man's hand again,
I see it in your eyes, take one look and die,
The only thing you see, you know it's gonna be,
The Ace Of Spades The Ace Of Spades
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17. |
One Day Like This
06:28
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One Day Like This (Garvey, Jupp, Potter, Potter, Turner)
Drinking in the morning sun,
blinking in the morning sun
Shaking off the heavy one, yeah
heavy like a loaded gun
What made me behave that way?
Using words i never say
I can only think it must be love
Oh anyway, it's looking like a beautiful day
Someone tell me how I feel,
it's silly wrong but vivid right
Oh, kiss me like a final meal, yeah
kiss me like we die tonight
Cause holy cow i love you eyes and
only now i see the light
Yeah lying with you half awake
Oh anyway it's looking like a beautiful day
So throw those curtains wide
One day like this a year, it'd see me right
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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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