1. |
Go Down Fighting
03:15
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Go down fighting
We’ve had better luck and better days
Now the clouds are back, ah come what may
All my friends together shall we say
If we fall, we’ll go down fighting
Bring in all your doubts and all your fears
Bring the consternations of your years
As our isolation disappears
We might fall but we’ll go down fighting
Chorus
One shot
One deal
No hope, it’s not real
If this is the way you fell
My friends, let’s go down fighting
This is our time, it’s up to us
Not to devils down or gods above
We’ll wage our war with peace and love
And if we fall, we’ll go down fighting
Chorus
No, the day’s not ours, the war’s not won
An unravelling has begun
We cannot bend, we cannot run
If we fall, then we’ll go down fighting
chorus
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2. |
Leave It In The Ground
02:57
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Leave it in the ground (words and music by Neil McCartney)
We've got the wind to blow and the sun to shine
to turn this great machine around
But there are those who still deny
we're running out of sacred borrowed time
Now we'll have to find another way,
another way to ride the rails.
We'll have to find another way,
another way to light the trail.
So for all our children leave it in the ground
With the dead who built this town.
Ships set sail to catch the whale, Men to win a whale bone pin.
Then they drilled into the soil, Came spilling out black oil
Now that dirty old town turned into
a monster fueled on profit, power and greed.
A legacy to leave our children's children with no air to breathe.
So for all our children leave it in the ground
With the dead who built this town.
Well it was hard graft through dark days
with pickaxe and canary underground.
Up above they cleared the trees
for slaughterhouse and belching factory.
But there'll be hurricanes and tidal waves and famine
as the devil blows his horn
Our mother earth that once was grand,
fractured, pillaged, ravaged, raped and torn.
We'll have to find another way,
so rally up and hoist the sails
So for all our children leave it in the ground
with the dead who built this town.
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3. |
Three Little Lions
04:41
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Three Little Lions
Three Little Lions from Albion went for a walk in the woods one day.
Never before been far from home, they took a wrong turn and they lost their way.
Said the first little lion “We must remain, together as we face this new terrain”
The second little lion said, “Let’s divide, I’m tired of you always hanging at my side”
The third little lion said, “Petty fight – ne’er won the battle t’ween death and life…
There’s a storm coming across this land, better pool our courage while we can
Give a mighty roar, where they slumber deep,
Wake this Nation from its sleep”
Shake the east where the wind is strong, three little lions from Albion
Shake the west where the sun sets long, three little lions from Albion
Shout to the South with voice as one, three little lions from Albion
Call to the North and the North will come, three little lions from Albion
Three little lions from Albion, found a place for to take their rest.
Cold and hungry, tired and alone, each one believing that they knew best.
Said the first little lion, “I’ll stick with thee, safety comes from familiarity”
Second little lion said “Leave it be, you’re holding me back always clinging to me”
Third little lion said, “Fools they will, miss what’s rising over that hill…
There’s a storm coming across this land, better pool our courage while we can, Give a mighty roar where they slumber deep,
Wake this Nation from its sleep”
Shake the east where the wind is strong, three little lions from Albion
Shake the west where the sun sets long, three little lions from Albion
Shout to the South with voice as one, three little lions from Albion
Call to the North and the North will come, three little lions from Albion
Shake the east where the wind is strong, three little lions from Albion
Shake the west where the sun sets long, three little lions from Albion
Shout to the South with voice as one, three little lions from Albion
Call to the North and the North will come.
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4. |
Handsome Sally
03:23
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Handsome Sally
Princess Parkway
Late December
In the failing embers of my years
I met Sally
She was handsome
No more crying lonely tears
Oh my Sally
Will you walk beside me
And we shall witness what we see
Kiss me shimmering under streetlights
And in the shelter of the trees
She says to me, should old fools fall in love?
Come on Sally, are you kidding
Are we not walking on the air
We are written in the starlight
So for the doubters, have no care
I say to her, for sure I thought I’d done
She says to me, your best is yet to come
So my brothers and my sisters
Let me tell you what I’ve learned
In the future, yes there is darkness
But in the moment light still burns
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5. |
Sister Atlas
03:37
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Sister Atlas
by Virginia Kettle
Planet Earth, Monday morning,
Sister Atlas hears a call.
In her hand there, is a lifeline,
To break Mother Nature’s fall.
World leaders, in denial,
Cling to the tails of the money machines,
Sister Atlas, puts them on trial,
Blows fresh air into their smoke screens.
She didn’t fall from grace she was pushed.
When she came to state her case she was shushed and told to run along home little girl, little girl...
Big world, young shoulders
Big world, young shoulders
Big world, young shoulders
Now she’s in the mainstream,
Now she’s on the cover of
‘Running out of Time’ Magazine
Planet Earth, treading water,
Sister Atlas breaks the fourth wall.
In her hand there, is a time bomb,
One massive wakeup call.
World leaders, crude oil,
Fossil fortune, profiteers.
Sister Atlas, only a child,
Wisdom was beyond her years.
We didn’t close our eyes we were blinded.
Now's the time to heed the advice and get behind it, behind it...
Big world, young shoulders,
Big world, young shoulders,
Big world, young shoulders,
Now she’s in the mainstream,
Now she’s on the cover of
‘Running out of time’ magazine
Chorus repeat
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6. |
Sailor
05:03
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Sailor
(For Bob 'Buck' Taylor)
Oh, sailor, sailor
You sailed out on the wind-torn water
Sailor, sailor
So many years you roamed!
Sailor, sailor
You fed the fire in the belly of a Battle-class warship
You steamed away on the rolling waves
That took you far from home
Oh, sailor, sailor
You sailed out on The Tyne and Maidstone
Sailor, sailor
So many miles you roamed!
Sailor, sailor
You slid down the ladders into Action Stations
You steamed away on the rolling waves
That took you far from home
Remember how the sun sank into the Tasman Sea
Where you saw fire-fingered lightning flash from heaven to the mast
And it lit a spark inside your heart for you felt free at last
You sailed away…
Oh, sailor, sailor
The boiler burned and it looked like chaos
Sailor, sailor
On many tides you roamed!
Sailor, sailor
With the bells in your head down below the airlock
You steamed away on the rolling waves
That took you far from home
Oh, sailor, sailor
You sailed out through the Bay of Biscay
Sailor, sailor
On many lands you roamed!
Sailor, sailor
Afloat on the flood of screech and whiskey
You steamed away on the rolling waves
That took you far from home
Remember the day when you had to leave Marseilles,
When the order came to sail and you left her on the quay,
But you said, “to hell with the storm-drench fear, with the sharks and broken skulls, my dear!”
I’ll sail away…
Oh, sailor, sailor
You sailed out with your comrades dear
Sailor, sailor
So many miles you roamed!
Sailor, sailor
You brought help when the earth shook in Agadir
Then you steamed away on the rolling waves
That took you far from home
Remember the stars in the southern hemisphere
And Violet smiles at the breaking and the closing of the day
With love on your side, you knew you would be alright
Just sail away...
Oh, sailor, sailor
Time rolled on and the seas got rougher
Sailor, sailor
So many years you roamed!
Sailor, sailor
Now you’re laid in the waves you’ll sail on forever…
All the love you gave will keep rolling, mate
Now you are safely home
All the love you gave will keep rolling, mate…
Now you are safely home.
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7. |
Beyond The Call
03:22
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Beyond the call
So our church bells have stopped ringing
And our sky’s turned black from blue
But my heart still feels like singing
May I sing a song for you
May I sing a song for you
We send thanks and admiration
From the corners of our land
To those whose occupation
Is to hold our trembling hand
Is to hold our trembling hand
chorus
Bless our doctors and our nurses
Who stand beyond the call
Without your loving mercies
We would surely, surely fall
We’d surely, surely fall
As I sit in isolation
Afraid of what might come
I fell less the separation
More a sense that were not done
We surely are not done
chorus
Bless our doctors and our nurses
Who stand beyond the call
Without your loving mercys
We would surely surely fall
We’d surely surely fall
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8. |
Violet
03:45
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Violet
There’s a little woodland flower, a beautiful recluse,
Her petals range in hue, from navy blue to puce.
So quiet and retiring, so delicate is she,
She’ll wince if you should glimpse,
Her bilateral symmetry.
There’s a certain type of gentleman, I have met one or three.
Who think women more vociferous, than p’ raps they ought to be.
Keep your opinions to the minimum; it’s charming to be shy.
Well for all us belles, blessed with decibels,
Here comes my reply…
I think you’re looking for a violet, a little, sweet, shrinking V.I.O.L.E.T
Just like Shakespeare reclaimed, some shrews cannot be tamed,
They grow louder the older they get.
If you’re looking for a violet, a little, sweet, shrinking V.I.O.L.E.T
Don’t waste your time with me,
I’m only going to let you down.
I went on a serious date once, a difficult affair,
He was a history lecturer, with academic hair.
I tried to be coquettish; I tried to be demure,
I listened most intently to his:
“Improvements in military engineering from Crimea to the Second World War”
But when came my time to speak, enthusiasm made me shrill,
I went in less than ten seconds, from nought to pneumatic drill.
There were tears in his ears; I saw horror on his face,
And I chuckled to myself as he fled swiftly from the place.
I think you’re looking for a violet, a little sweet shrinking V.I.O.L.E.T
I’m like bugles at dawn, I am fog, I am horn,
Totally lacking in vocal etiquette.
If you’re looking for a violet, a little sweet shrinking V.I.O.L.E.T
Don’t waste your time with me,
I’m only going to let you down.
I do not mutter, I don’t murmur,
Never been a verbal squirmer.
I speak blunt, I speak plain,
At the velocity of a passing train.
Will I ever find a mate, upon whose nerves I do not grate,
The only chance I’ll be endearing,
Is if you are very, very, hard of hearing.
But,
If you’re looking for a violet, a little sweet shrinking V.I.O.L.E.T
Don’t waste your time with me,
I’m only going to let you down,
Don’t waste your time with me,
I’m only going to let you down.
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9. |
Younger Than You Were
03:25
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Younger than you were
Thirty years ago, we were married in late June,
I never thought I could love you more than on that sweet honeymoon.
But there’s something about you lately, that’s really caught my eye,
THE decades have become you babe, here’re the reasons why:
There’s a wiggle in your walk, I never saw before
Humour ‘round those laughter lines, so self-assured.
And your loving’s free and easy now, takes my breath away,
I tell you darlin’ I want to more,
With every passing day.
So come on, sweet Denise, you’re my favourite masterpiece,
With your deep brown eyes and your silver hair
You say you’re getting older, I know age is just a number,
Coz to me you’re so much younger than you were.
We’ve had our downs and ups; we’ve had our share of rain,
We’ve braved the heavy weather ‘til the sun came out again.
But there’s something about you lately, lights me up inside,
And when you’re standing close to me,
My heart fair bursts with pride.
There’s a wisdom in your words, handed down from time,
A tingle in my fingers girl, when your hand’s in mine.
When you kiss me there is nowhere, I would rather be,
I tell you darlin’ your company is home sweet home to me.
So come on, sweet Denise, you’re my favourite masterpiece,
With your deep brown eyes and your silver hair
You say you’re getting older, I know age is just a number,
Coz to me you’re so much younger than you were.
So come on, sweet Denise, you’re my favourite masterpiece,
With your deep brown eyes and your silver hair
You say you’re getting older, I know age is just a number,
Coz to me you’re so much younger than you were.
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10. |
The Green Hills Of Home
02:37
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The Green Hills of Home
WHEN I GO OUT WALKING MY HEAD FILLS WITH THOUGHTS
OF ALL THE LOST TRAVELLERS WITHOUT ANY HOME
WHERE ARE THEY NOW
GOD BLESS THEIR SOULS
ON THE GREEN HILLS I ROAM
ON THE GREEN HILLS OF HOME
ON THE GREEN HILLS I ROAM
ON THE GREEN HILLS OF HOME
OUR WORLD IS DIVIDED LIKE NEVER BEFORE
BY CLASS AND BY CULTURE
HUNGER AND WAR
WE’VE MORE THAN WE NEED
AND THE EARTH CAN’T BE OWNED
ON THE GREEN HILLS I ROAM
ON THE GREEN HILLS OF HOME
ON THE GREEN HILLS I ROAM
ON THE GREEN HILLS OF HOME
FOR THE LOST AND THE LONELY
THE SICK AND THE OLD
THOSE CUT ADRIFT BY THE HEAT AND THE COLD
MAY LOVE WALK BESIDE YOU AS YOUR FUTURE UNFOLDS
AND WHEREVER YOU WANDER
MAY YOU MAKE IT YOUR HOME
ON THE GREEN HILLS I ROAM
ON THE GREEN HILLS OF HOME
ON THE GREEN HILLS I ROAM
ON THE GREEN HILLS OF HOME
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11. |
I Don't Want To Be Cool
03:59
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I Don't Want To Be Cool
We should all make lemonade, let’s face it we’ve been sold,
Such a great big lemon we could swim in it.
And every time I walk up town, the window shopping brings me down,
The same glossy air-brushed boys and girls, half naked
They’re planting crazy sherbet lemon dreams in my head
I don’t want to shave my eyebrows off and draw a line instead
So I’m heading for the Northern Quarter, where the ice melts at the border,
No one makes a fuss if you’re a bit behind the times.
Don’t wanna be cool, don’t wanna be cool,
Cool’s too close to cold, cold ‘aint got no soul.
Don’t wanna be cool, don’t wanna be cool,
Cool’s too close to cold, cold ‘aint got no soul.
We should all just make a run for it while we have the chance,
Live in a mud-filled full time festival; bring back ‘dirty’ romance.
I watch her staring down at me, from her billboard throne,
Mistress frosty knickers selling lonely hearts of stone.
How I’d love to take her home with me and introduce her,
To the widely - ranging benefits of quality knitwear.
I’d take her to the Northern Quarter, where the ice melts at the border,
Everybody’s at liberty to be a bit last century.
Don’t wanna be cool, don’t wanna be cool,
Cool’s too close to cold, cold ‘aint got no soul.
Don’t wanna be cool, don’t wanna be cool,
Cool’s too close to cold, cold ‘aint got no soul.
We’ll take you all to the Northern Quarter, where the ice melts at the border,
No one makes a fuss if you’re a bit behind the times.
Don’t wanna be cool, don’t wanna be cool,
Cool’s too close to cold, cold ‘aint got no soul.
Don’t wanna be cool, don’t wanna be cool,
Cool’s too close to cold, cold ‘aint got no soul.
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We Are Different, We Are One
Sing one more time again my friends
For where I start you do not end
And forgive me my naive heart, if I wish for us a song to start
So, bring it in and join your hands
For singing heals divided lands
I know we are all not the same
But I think we share some common names
Chorus
We are wire and wood
We are neighbourhood
We are falling rain and rising sun
We are more not less
We are NHS
We are different we are one
So, tell me how did this all start
Who drew the blade to slash our heart
Under my nails I feel that dirt
And in my old bones I feel the hurt
Chorus
When we sing with one voice
We find ourselves with no choice but to love and laugh
And dance and cry
And hold our heads up high
So stand by me as darkness falls
And light your lamps and fill the halls
And sing into the face of hate
Its not over yet, it’s not too late
chorus
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13. |
Moonlight Parade
04:43
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Moonlight Parade
A cool Autumn night takes you back through the years,
To all the old places and all of your peers.
To your old worn out shoes and your old worn out clothes.
We squander our youth ah well that's how it goes.
Waltzing in time to the beat of the band. The
lights on the water, time slips through our hands. Thinking about those plans that you made as they all sail down stream in the Moonlight parade.
That lunatic moon crept into your brain,
You flew round the world but you stayed just the same.
With your old worn out dreams and your old worn out schemes.
We live an illusion, well that's how it seems.
Waltzing in time to the beat of the band. The lights on the water, time slips through our hands. Forget all about those plans that you made. Let them all sail down stream in the Moonlight parade.
As you look in the river, reflections appear
Of smiles and of sorrows, of joy and of tears.
Of an old broken body and an old shining soul.
We make our mistakes, we'll that's how we grow.
Waltzing in time to the beat of the band. The lights on the water, time slips through our hands. One last farewell to the plans that we made, as we all sail down stream in the Moonlight parade.
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14. |
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Emergency Lullaby (Wasting Time)
The water is rising,
The Arctic’s ablaze,
The Amazon’s burning
But I spend my days
Feeding flood and fire in so many ways
Sitting here wasting my time.
There are clowns in high places
Trading on lies,
A cult of denial to cover our eyes
But if we give up hope then we give up our lives
Willingly wasting our time.
We will die of doubt
Time is running out…
The hourglass counts down
An avoidable fate:
The next generation pays for our mistakes.
Act now, act together and it’s not too late
Or we’re wasting the world and our time.
So, get down to Earth,
Let the young lead the old,
All hands to the ark!
Unfurl the rainbow!
Our life’s in our hands,
We’ll reap what we sow
Turn over the hourglass in time.
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Multi-award winning Merry Hell offer joyful, uplifting folk-rock, with a message for troubled times. Native to the North- West of England, the 8-piece musical charabanc was built from the embers of the much loved folk-punk band The Tansads, developing a life and feel all of its own. Through 6 albums and hundreds of gigs, they offer hope & light in our troubled times. ... more
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