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Side Door
03:49
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When you catch me at the close of day
In autumn browns and bluestone greys
And black and white photographs
Clouds and rain all around me,
Take my arm and dance me round the room
And conversation chimes the tune
And golden light beneath the lampshade looms
Life astounds me
I saw you coming through the side door
And everything just peels away
Sometimes I wonder what difference it makes
I’ve been so tired so long and my back aches
I don’t know how many kicks in the balls it’s going to take
Wound up and dumbfounded.
You’ve got that lovely knack of clearing the slate
And we can walk this way again
And it’s always different and never the same
It’s all around me
I saw you coming through the side door
And everything just peels away
See it, smell it, hear it, touch it and taste
Sunbeams bouncing around all over the place
Then you smash it all to smithereens
With your copper reds and lime juice greens
I never bothered looking for what it all means
It’s all around me
I saw you coming through the side door
And everything just peels away
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2. |
Boldly Going Nowhere
04:18
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Now, the Golden Hour is calling, Saturday night and Sunday morning
Sailing streamlined
I narrow up my eyes to ease an easy smile now from your lips
Sit down and you can tell me of your travels and your troubles
In the meantime
There’s a bottle in the kitchen sitting waiting for such a night as this
Oh so, Let it flow!
Georges Brassens “Gorille” on the radio
The stars are in the night sky,
The raindrops glistening on the leaves
Oh oh, here we go!
Explain it all away with some choice bons mots
We’re boldly going nowhere,
Just sitting here doing as we please
You’ll find this spot familiar and one more drink won’t kill you,
Good to see you
And 20 minutes later, you’ll feel as if you’re right back in your stride
And the water on the estuary is a metaphor for memories
That adhere you
To a place and a direction, providing a reflection on your life
Chorus
Before we end this evening
And I know you must be leaving
You take care now
Take this feeling with you, I hope the winds are with you as you go
This door is always open
Promises we’ve never broken
Collar up, firm foot as you glide along the path that takes you home.
Chorus
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3. |
Winterlude 1
00:27
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4. |
Nothing Funny At All
03:13
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On a road you’d never cross,
On the corner of a street,
There’s a dusty little place where you’ll always find a seat.
There’s a man behind the bar
And from the lines around his eyes,
You Know there’s nothing you can say that will ever take him by surprise
And across the empty room
And the shadows on the floor
There’s a girl at a table with her eyes on the door.
And she takes up her glass, ‘tween finger and thumb,
She says “I’ll drink for tomorrow, if tomorrow ever comes!”
And the funny thing about it is
There’s nothing funny at all
Waiting for the Autumn leaves to fall
Now everyone’s gone home,
Slipped off into the night
He’s closing up the bar and turning off the lights.
And she left hours ago
But he can’t shake her off his mind
And how the light played on her hair and the ocean in her eyes
And the funny thing about it is
There’s nothing funny at all
Waiting for the Autumn leaves to fall
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5. |
Last Breath Of Brandy
04:52
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Wages were skinny but the tariffs were steep
So, we went to Mr Wilde’s field and stole ourselves a sheep
We had the meat and the tallow but soon captured and brought
To the Parish Association for twenty pounds reward
So, hoist up the gallows
An example you shall be
No jail or transportation for such felony
And staring wide-eyed at the preacher with fear
A last breath of brandy and the sisters in tears
Oh, my love, how the wind blows all the way to the sea
Oh, my sweet tell me, who knows where tomorrow we shall be
A crime was committed and some poor sod took the fall
But you divided this nation and lied to us all
And preen in the mirror and you prattle and bray
I’m no “end of the world” man, but you’ll see your judgement day
So, hoist up the gallows
An example you shall be
No jail or transportation for such tyranny
And staring wide-eyed at the preacher with fear
A last breath of brandy and the sisters in tears.
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6. |
Travelling Song
03:50
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It’s a long way to Paris, long way to Rome
And all my birds have flown
It’s a long way to Lisbon, long way to your door
And I think that wind has blown
Further on up the road there’s a mountain
I just can’t climb
Further on up the road there’s a mountain
And I’m leaving it behind
There’s a boat leaving soon that’ll take me cross the seas
But now’s not the time to roam
There’s a light over yonder and Spring is on the moor
But here it still feels cold
Further on up the road there’s a mountain
I just can’t climb
Further on up the road there’s a mountain
And I’m leaving it behind
There’s a bench under beech trees where I can take my ease
But I cannot cross the road
It’s a long way to Paris, long way to Rome
And I know I must stay home
And I know I must stay
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7. |
Northland
02:30
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Storm bird of the Northland,
Guardian of winter days
On stone cold earth you stand
On frosted field and frozen ways
Skipping over twig and leaf
Sure-footed on hard ground
Fly above the hill and heath
Beating heart in scarlet gown
Amongst the evergreen you toil
Turning leaf and moss
Search for treasure
Deep and dark and lost
No sound in the winter dawn
All your kind have left
You stay amongst the thick hawthorn
Leafless and bereft
Storm bird of the Northland
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8. |
Freedom
04:07
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When I look back at my life
I see nothing but tragedy
When I look back I feel nothing but sadness and fear
When I see the smile on your face it takes me too a darkness
Freedom
Why did you lie to me?
Freedom
When I look back I see nothing but tragedy
Sadness and fear
It’s a tragedy
We saw the sun
And when it happened
We had all pulled through
Save a little bit of flavour for me
That smile on your face is a human waste
It’s a human waste
Why did you lie to me?
Freedom
It’s a tragedy
Freedom is leaving
Freedom is calling me
All I ever wanted was freedom
Freedom is leaving me
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9. |
Winterlude 2
00:29
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10. |
Blue Out Of Your Eyes
04:17
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I slept on the couch all night
Need to get out in the light
You know what it's like.
Lift my eyes from brick-strewn tear-scape
Empty and fear-shaped
To the endless sky.
Someone's taking chances with my heart
Standing in the garden under the stars
Someone's put a cloud in my sky
Someone's taken the blue out of my eyes.
I walk as far as my legs will take me
Let the breezes shake me to the endless sky
And the wind blowing into my ears my eyes my mouth
The treetops stretching North and South make me feel alive
Beneath my feet the earth so sweet, let's me know where I stand.
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11. |
Walls
04:11
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12. |
Burnt Black Bark
04:27
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Burnt, black bark and ferns in rain
Deep, dark earth of clod-close clay
moss on cobble sandstone grey
This is where my heart remains
And in among the birch and beech
The air is wet with muddy green
Beneath the bushes’ thorny weave
And echoes ripple through the leaves
That’s where I’ll be
The puddle river, rusty friend
With broken bridges at each bend
And slag heap wall beneath the trees
And out there where the magpie steals
That’s where I’ll be
And everything that I've done since
and will do in the decades hence
Is somehow flavoured, seen, or swayed
By burnt black bark and ferns in rain.
And there where the bullfinch plays
That's where I'll stay.
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Wylderbeats Skelmersdale, UK
Band formed in Skelmersdale UK. Melodic psychedelia-tinted folk music inspired by Skelmersdale and Valencia. Muscians
include Dan Brownrigg, Dave Rhead, Nick Wilson, Carla Rhead Sales, Paul Rodger. With special appearances from Wayne Flint, Mike Holcroft, Dan Fidello, Jesus Ferragut and Lee Rogers.
threemeninakitchen@gmail.com
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