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It’s not in the land, It’s not in the sea .It’s not in the place where they’d have you believe
It’s not in the winter fires that roar. It’s not in the locks and chains on your door
It’s not down the back-roads.It’s not in the streets
It’s not in the friends or the foes that we meet. It’s closer than heaven, it’s sure worth findin
We might live to see or we might die tryin
Home, Home, Home is where the heart is. Home, Home, Home is where the heart is
I looked out the window when I was a kid. I made up my mind to go do what I did
To find me a home, whatever the cost. Whatever be taken, whatever be lost
The further I wandered, less I recognised.The dark landscapes and the light in my eyes
And just at the moment I felt so alone.A light flickered bright in my heart I was home
Home, Home Home is where the heart is.Home, Home , Home is where the heart is
These moments are fleeting.And Aren’t they grand
How true is a home built on shifting sands.How real and how tall are the windows and walls
Made from words and opinions, applause and cat-calls
It’s not in the temples, It’s not in the schools.It’s not to the left or right of the rule
It’s here in the place, where true loves growin.It’s where you feel welcome, Welcome Home
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Misty Morning Song
03:15
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Let the breeze keep blowing a restless tune.Let the sky keep cracking a smile
Let the sun keep floating like a big red balloon that escaped from the hands of a child
Let the ones I meet on the rain-lit street.All greet with a smile and grin
Coz I’m all loved out.And I’m needing to see you again
Let the pavement cracks.Look back smile and sink back into the sun
Let me cross the tracks to where your hiding.And sleep in the web that you spun
You look real good with your hair tied up.Makes your eyes look as big as the sea
You frown the ghosts of the dawn.With a kiss on the cheek for me
Let the life I knew stand in ruins.And wash away in the rain
Let the scattered tattooed track-marks heal.And a new light run thru my veins
Let the soul-full wind blow this misty morning song to you
I’ll give you all of my heart.If you turn these grey skies blue
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Rollercoaster
05:07
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Lying under a foreign sky, watch the lights of the rollercoaster ride
The boys will fight and the girls will cry and the cops will come and the tears run dry
The idle wall flowers chase regrets through the thick black smoke of a cigarette
The flunkies score and the junkies sweat and the night moves in to collect it’s debt
Better hold on tight my hazy angel sings
Gonna be just fine this is where your ride begins
Better hold on tight and you won’t get fooled again
Gonna feel alive, feel the sunrise on your skin
When your time comes round again
The leaking tap drips like a tear and a night-time seems like seven years
I pace the floor, up and down the stairs, looking for kind words to relieve my fears
The Clew Bay sunset, black and blue, and the morning comes, then the afternoon
When she comes round telling tales of love and I just don’t know what the hell she’s speakin of….
On time, my Hazey Angel sings
Gonna be just fine this is where your ride begins
Better hold on tight and you won’t get fooled again
Gonna feel alive, feel the sunrise on your skin
When your time comes round again
Lying under a foreign sky, watch the lights of the rollercoaster ride
The girls will fight and the babies cry and the wind hits hard but the sun still shines
For every snapshot picturesque there’s a blank film reel that I can’t forget
The tables turned and my place is set, wouldn’t change this day for a million billion lives
Better hold on tight my hazy angel sings
Gonna be just fine this is where your ride begins
Better hold on tight and you won’t get fooled again
Gonna feel alive, feel the sunrise on your skin
Better hold on tight my hazy angel sings
Gonna be just fine this is where your ride begins
Better hold on tight and you won’t get fooled again
Gonna hurt inside but she’ll catch you in her wings
When your time comes round again
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The Human Touch
09:53
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Take a walk with me on this January day
I’ll show you treasures abound and what’s been mislaid
We’ll take a step through the Graveyard, pay our respects to those who’ve died
They’re in the way of the truth now
We’re in the way of the lie
We’ll walk on down to the lake, trudge the famous path
We smile at the passers-by but they rarely smile back
Them old headphones are on and they’re lost in a dream
They might be wishing they were someone else
Maybe they’re happy just to be
Chorus
I hope that your happy now
I hope everythings fine
I hope your not too weighed down with the troubles in your mind
I hope your not trying to get by, leaning on someone else’s crutch
I hope you remember how it feels-the human touch
As we had on over the bridge I can’t help but wonder why
There’s not a fish in the lake or a bird in the sky
And thru the old dying trees a “militaristic” drone
From the cars on the street that silence the dawn
Then a voice out of nowhere lifts our weary hearts
Its my old friend Luke Davis and he’s doing the rounds
He’s been coming up here since he was boy and man, things have changed
Where once we were different, not we’re estranged
Chorus
I hope that your happy now
I hope everythings fine
I hope your not too weighed down with the troubles in your mind
I hope your not trying to get by, leaning on someone else’s crutch
I hope you remember how it feels-the human touch
As we journey on home through this cold winter time
I feel more alive today than I’ve been in a while
I can still feel your handshake in the palm of my heart
I can still hear your words light up the dark
I think of my sister, 23 years old today
Gonna drop her a line, wish her a happy birthday
And my dear old friend Hodie, at the end of her time
You’re in the way of the truth now
We’re in the way of the lie
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Last Train From Brixton
03:22
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I’ve been living this scene for 33 years
I’ve been crying and dying and trying to prepare
Put the best side out, swallowing fears
But I cant bring myself to it tonight
I’m giving up baby, enough is enough
We’ll take the Last Train From Brixton, 11 o clock
And we’ll talk about something
We’ll talk about love, living clean and what that feels like
And as I walk this night down the Stockwell Road
Trying to make the right side of the tracks
The moons hanging high and I’ve seen thru the lie
And I know that there’s no turning back
It’s been a long time coming, this state that I’m in
Had to take every heart-ache and bitter-sweet pill
Just to get where I’m going, there’s seats to be filled
On the Last Train From Brixton tonight
Stood right at the front of the rock n roll show
And I couldn’t hear nothin, I aint heard before
And all I saw was oppression, unkindness
And No, I’m not sticking around for the fight
And as we’re spat out into the London night
And I cling to your arm like a child
I know by your smile that you’ve seen thru the lie
And we’ve gotta keep changing or die, changing or die
So fare thee well, my sweet Libertine
To the Hammersmith Palais, Kings Head in Wood Green
All the Clash City Rockers have fallen asleep on the Last Train From Brixton tonight
Goodbye to the strange ways and lives I once knew
I suppose I should Thank You for seeing me thru
All those dark nights alone that I listened to you
Where you offered a semblance of light
A semblance of life
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Murder Machine
04:08
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I wake in the half-light of dawn with my heart in my gut and a restless disease
I trawl through the papers to find me a job to provide for my own family
But my seeking is always in vain, I don’t have the required degree
And the only thing left on the page is to sign up for work with the Murder Machine, is to sign up for work with the Murder Machine
I put on a clean shirt and tie force a smile on my face and hand in my CV
They say you must work for below minimum wage or we’ll suspend your dole indefinitely
Now the anger and shame you must hide and your true values never be seen
When your caught in the midst of the raging tide and you sign up for work with the Murder Machine, when you sign up for work with the Murder Machine
We wake in the half-light of dawn with our heart’s in our guts and a restless disease
We sweep up your yards, paints your walls, mind your kids and turn a blind eye to illegality
But there’s no use or sense to complain
Coz they’ll throw you out on to the street
And you wont have a Union or Friend by your side when you sign up for work with the Murder Machine
when you sign up for work with the Murder Machine
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Saving Grace
04:33
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Your my saving grace. But your holding me too hard
Gotta learn how to stand on my own two feet in the dark
You, who lights my way. I’m everything you are
But I feel so lost and lonely when I’m lying in your arms
This is not the end, i just got my calling card
And I’m trying to be a better friend, with a better head. And a better heart
Your my shining sun. Your the colour of my tears
But I wanna touch the earth and hear the things that my sister moon hears
Like a precious stone. Your rolling in the deep
If I could find myself like I found you, Oh what treasures I would reap
Baby, don’t you cry. I’m not going anywhere
I’m just comin back to who I am, where I always was and what was always there
Your my saving grace. But your holding me too hard
Gotta learn how to stand on my own two feet in the dark
Like a precious stone. Your rolling in the deep
If I could find myself like I found you, Oh what treasures I would reap
Treasures I could reap
Treasures I could reap
Treasures I could keep
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There’s something changing in the air
There’s people rising up from where
They’ve spent too long upon their knees they sing
We’re not gonna let these Fascists win
They’re out protesting on the streets
They’re filling up the empty seats
They’ve sent their message clear to the Government
We’re not gonna let these Fascists win
These Fascists, well they seem to think
That they can bring us to the brink
Of destruction and we wont even wince
That’s why we cant let these Fascists win
They think they can manipulate
Convince us that its right to hate our fellow man
Because of the colour of his skin
That’s why we cant let these Fascists win
And when we talk of rising tides, rising heat, polluted skies
They just deny that this is happening
Are we really gonna let these Fascists win
Making countries great again
Increasing military spending
We’ve been down this road before, we know where it ends
That’s why we cant let these Fascists win
When you step out your door tonight
And look upon the sparkling sky
That shines down on the world and all its kin
Are you gonna hand all this over to them
There’s something changing in the air
There’s people rising up and taking care of one another
And where they live
They’re not gonna let these Fascists win
They’re not gonna let these Fascists win
They’re not gonna let these Fascists win
They’re not gonna let these Fascists win
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As the trembling Summer sunshine, shines down on Clew Bay
Trying to melt the roaring anger of the oceans harrowed waves
And the road on which the dreamers take is blocked at every turn
When there’s no more Bridges Left to Burn
In this land of contradiction where the more you rise, you fall
Walk in straight line to the grave or on your knees and crawl
Your only welcome on condition that you’d better live and learn
When there’s no more Bridges left to burn
Hear the sound of a world standing still while the tyrants plunder their own lands
Yemen, Palastine, Tibet, Afghanistan
Stabbed in the back in No Man’s Land
Where you once stood on the platform smiling, hypnotizing speak
Now your standing in the shadows with the vows that you cant keep
But your slowly, surely learning Love is that which must be earned
When there’s no more Bridges Left to Burn
Behind the closed doors of indifference and lies
Shallow voices whisper of the need for change
While our young with heavy hearts and weary eyes watch the sun go down on the dreams they made
If you stumble on a beauty that you thought you’d never see
Not in your strangest lifetime or in your sweetest dream
If she’s smiling like a rainbow
Put your weary hand in hers, coz its all that matters in this world
When there’s No More bridges Left To Burn
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Billy Clarke Castlebar, Ireland
Billy Clarke is a singer/songwriter from Westport, Ireland. His songs reach into the heart of the human condition and relay stories of the spirit, stories of nature, stories of the soul
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