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Broken Gold
04:01
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You are my broken gold, my in-between and my journey home
I saw you dance to close to the flame,
I caught the spark and I felt the pain
And if I had you in my arms today
I wouldn’t have the words to say
And I don’t know which is worse
The life unlived or the death unheard
And I don’t know which is worse
The life unlived or the death unheard
Oooowwwww
I lived my life out in the cold
Up on a shelf growing tired and old
When I think of all the things I don’t know
The hardest thing is going to be letting you go
And I don’t know which is worse…..
We live our lives in the shadow of this city
Under concrete there’s no room for pity
One foot in the ocean and one on dry land
Walk on water when you held_____ my hand
You are my broken gold
The dream I lost as I tried to hold
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2. |
Built my House on Love
03:47
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Built my house on love
Built my house on love
Then you came and knocked it down
Now I’m standing on my own two feet
Just trying to figure out
Build my house of stone
Then the earthquake came
Now I’m stumbling through the rubble
Just calling out your name
Build my house on certainty
In a world of change
All the things you said would last forever
They just fade away
They just fade away
I’m down by the river
Watching that water flow
Gonna dive right under
See where that current goes
It takes me to the ocean
Where the waves roll in
Seagulls swoop and dive like angels
This is where it begins
I’m out in space
Seeing the world so blue
Gods and demons try to hold my hand
But I keep coming back to you
I’m coming back to you
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Rosie
03:49
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Rosie was waiting she said look at me
Then she turned to the west where the river runs free
She swam for the shore with her heart in her hand
She buried her heart there in the mud and the sand
She cried out a promise she made to the skies
Lifted her face and closed her green eyes
Just let me feel something that’s real
Lay me down there
Lay me down bare
Just let me feel something that’s real
Lay me down there
Lay me down bare
Rosie’s awoken on the shore where she lies
And something has cleaned the mud from her eyes
And now she can feel the sun on her skin
The beat of her heart comes from within
She cried out a promise she made to the skies
Lifted her face and closed her green eyes
Chorus
Take me down, take me to the river x4
Take me to the river, take me to the river, take me down
Chorus
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4. |
Angel and the Thief
04:02
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5. |
Cinderalla and Me
02:38
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Cinderella and Me
Cinderella don’t come dancing anymore,
Her high heed shoes shattered like glass on the kitchen floor
Prince charming don’t come calling anymore
Just Jehovah's witness trying to get a foot through the door
Chorus
Cinderella and me, we’re the last of the alchemists
We’re gonna turn all this mud into gold
Cinderella and me, we’re the last of the alchemists
We’re gonna turn all this shit mud gold
Cinderella says she’s happier on the shelf
If she can’t be with him she don’t want nobody else
She watches TV with the sound turn down low
Cries herself to sleep but no one will ever know
Chorus
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6. |
Nothing Can Stay
04:24
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Black are the mountains that cut through the sky
As she looks from a window sings an old lullaby
Fallen by the wayside, Miles now from grace
The picture she’s holding, Shows a babies face
Chorus
The seeds of our lives always blowing away
Taking all that we cling to, Seems nothing can stay
And the;
Seeds of our lives always blowing away
Taking all that we cling to, Seems nothing can stay
Verse 2
Born in the next town, many years to the day
With life laid out before her, now stole away
Shadows on the water, shadows in the sky
Whispering to hold on, they don’t tell why
Chorus
Outro
Holding onto something
Holding onto anything
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7. |
I Can't Lie Completely
04:28
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I Can’t Lie Completely
Verse 1
You can’t buy love that lasts forever
But you can have my heart for just one night
Why is it love is so confusing
What is it that happens in the night
Chorus
When all that we try to push away
Comes back to hold us tight
And I can lie completely
But maybe I can learn too fool myself
And I will find away to hold it all together
Maybe just for tonight
Maybe just for tonight
Verse 2
You can’t take my dreams away from me
But you can help me put them on the shelf
Why is it when you don’t come calling
I just can’t stand to be by myself
Chorus
Verse 3
I try to forget, you try to remember
Did I need you as much as you needed me
Maybe this is a kind of love song
But it’s not what I expected it to be
Chorus
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The Irish man standing there with the blood shot eyes and the uncombed hair
He’s drunk a river and he’ll drink a river again
The waitress bends to fill his cup it’s 2.45 she’ll looking up she has to get to school to pick up little Finley
He gets a hard time from the other boys, cos he doesn’t have the latest gadgets and toys and some times his cloths are a little scruffy.
But there’s always another job to do but that’s it at 3 o’clock she’s through and if the boss doesn’t like it he can shove it
Wow ooo, wow o ooo
But the Irish man with the crocadile shoes say’s ‘excuse me miss I don’t mean to be rude, you look tired but you look so beautiful’.
She blushes a little to her surprise and wipes her hair from her auburn eyes, dam why did he pick now to smile at her
But there’s a softness in his callused hands something we all could understand it’s just a river running through her
Wow ooo, wow o ooo it’s just a river running through
Wow ooo, wow o ooo it’s just a river running through
All of a sudden she’s back growing up right back where she came from
Playing out by that muddy river
Summer days we thought would last oh they just when by so fast swimming in that muddy river
We felt so naked and so alive but now l’m working nine to five wonder if I’ll ever get back home
Wow ooo, wow o ooo will I ever get back home
Wow ooo, wow o ooo will I ever get back home
But all of a sudden her boss shouts Kate, clear those tables before you leave
And as soon as it arrived the moments gone, she’s back in the kitchen she don’t belong, dreaming about that muddy river
But there’s a softness in her callused hands something we all could understand it’s just a river running through her
Wow ooo, wow o ooo it’s just a river running through
Wow ooo, wow o ooo it’s just a river running through
Wow ooo, wow o ooo it’s just a river running through
Wow ooo, wow o ooo it’s just a river running through
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9. |
Ship Without Anchor
05:13
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SHIP WITHOUT ANCHOR
Take to boat with weary oars
Cast off from familiar shores
To come home late in desperate plight
Finding trouble in my own home
As the monks say mercy me
Is this the god I’ve know
Is this the god I’ve known
Like a ship without anchor
Like a ship lost at sea
I’m adrift and cut lose
Without being free
Without being free
The minds a kingdom unto itself
It makes a heaven, makes a hell
There’s an ocean in my soul
Forever floating there I know
Forever floating there alone
Like a ship without anchor
Like a ship lost at sea
I’m adrift and cut lose
Without being free
Without being free
There making music in my head
I’ve found the tune but lost the thread
That leads me back to what I once new
But so long ago forgot
A truth so long ago forgot
Like a ship without anchor
Like a ship lost at sea
I’m adrift and cut lose
Without being free
Without being free
As we all say mercy me
Is this the god I’ve know
Is this the god I’ve known
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fountainhead Wales, UK
Renegade folk band from Wales, formed a few years ago after a trip busking in Barcelona. From festivals to front rooms - collaborations with brass bands and beat boxers, jamming into the night – music is where we live.
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