THE COST OF BEING SILVER
LYRICS
Composer
02 Moved On
It's not the rain and it's not the sun
The corn still grows, this ground's still good These hands still swing and the steel is fine Some years behind it but look how it shines
But Pete has heard that we all must go
It ain't the crop, it's a lack of soul
They all roll in with steam and tyres
To care for this land is all we've desired
And all my life I've learned
Head down and work
But now I've been moved on
How'd I get it wrong?
And Johnna says there's fruit out there
And hands are needed and the pay is fair
They won't listen, their moves are set
The board has voted and sends its regrets
The children they don't care so much
They'll play the same in fields or in dust
But the way it tills and stirs the land
Is nothing like what it stirs in a man
And all my life I've learned
Head down and work
But now I've been moved on
How'd I get it wrong?
I don't trust that man or the way that he spoke Ask for some line, he'll sell you the boat
No, we'll all move on, the Lord will guide us
We go together, lie down in pastures
And all my life I've learned
Head down and work
But now I've been moved on
How'd I get it wrong?
09 The Last Tree
And where were you
When we cut through
The last tree of the forest?
The hills are brown
Only soil left around
And a little trace of regret
And don’t you dare take a breath of air
Do you really need it?
There’s not much left, so take half a breath Think of your poor mother
What was woodland once
Will be woodland again
Julie is quite certain
But the nights grow cold
And as the chill takes hold
We’ll miss the last tree of the forest
And don’t you dare take a breath of air
Do you really need it?
There’s not much left, so take half a breath Think of your poor family
Land is bare, food is scarce
Our Leader speaks, we turn to prayers Don’t be afraid, a plan has been made Repeat after me what the doctors agree:
Don’t you dare take a breath of air
Unless you really need it
There’s not much left, so take half a breath Think of your poor soldiers
05 On the Streets
I was on the streets
Lost in a body of souls
With my little hand drum
Well, I would not be out sung
I’d have killed if not for my heart
Flames nurtured from a little spark
One day the fire, it went out
Oxford Street survived the great assault
Now my drive is as thin
As the artificial skin
As you press your body against mine
This world is burning but your eyes shine brighter
You smile and you say
That I’m better, I’m smoother this way
And the cotton smells of you
My world is this view
And when they finally say
That we’re coming to the end, my dear
I won’t strike up the beat
I won’t join the thunder of feet
I’ll just squeeze your hand and I will smile Tomorrow everything will be just fine
12 The Seasons
The sun through the window
The light upon your hair
The songbirds in the morning
The fragrance in the air
The bells that are all ringing out
The blue that fills my eyes
The way that you are balanced
Sometimes the moon, sometimes the tides
The desert meets the beaches
In lands beyond the sea
The rain that falls as often
Now seldom grows the fields
But the sun comes through my window And the songbirds in the trees
Are singing and rejoicing
And you are beside me
17 This Land is Your Land
by Woody Guthrie
This Land is your land, and this land is my land
From the California, to the New York Island
From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me
As I was walking, that freedom highway
I saw above me, an endless skyway
I saw below me that golden valley
This land was made for you and me
Yeah as I was walkin’ - I saw a sign there
And that sign said “No Trespassin’”
But on the other side … it didn’t say nothin!
Now that side was made for me
This Land is your land, and this land is my land
From the California, to the New York Island
From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me
Nobody living can ever stop me
As I go walking that freedom highway;
Nobody living can ever make me turn back
This land was made for me
This land is your land, but this land is my land
This land is my land, this land is my land
This land is my land, this land is my land
This land was made for me
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IN LOVE & ISOLATION
LYRICS
Composer
Hazel Eyes
Your eyes are so dangerous
And they glisten for me
Pulling like the moon
Against the depths of the sea
And I long to stay all night
Between the fall and the rise
And your dangerous
Hazel eyes
They meet the smile that forms
Upon your lips in times of joy
And if it’s ever wiped away
I know my duty for the day
For all that’s light in the world
Is trapped inside
Your smiling
Hazel eyes
The dealer deals the cards
Of life and love
But I have a strong hand
When you’re in my arms
And I wish I could pull
All the pain from your eyes
Carry it in my own
To make all your burdens mine
So I could stay all night
Between the stars in the sky
And your beautiful
Hazel eyes
Call You Mine
And why is it
That when I finally get the chance
To hold you
When I finally get the chance
To tell you
How beautiful you are
And to call you mine
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That my mind focuses
Not on the fact that I am with you
But on the seemingly inevitable conclusion
That there will come a time
When I no longer get the chance
To hold you
When I no longer get the chance
To call you mine
Steps in Sync
And we were walking
Side by side
Steps in sync
My nerves awry
Down the street
With dusk’s light
As the evening
Turned to night
Wondering how
I got to be here
Out of the hovel
And sharing your cheer
Sharing the light
Of the setting sun
Which I've placed
My dreams upon
And as I sit here
On the bank
You’re skipping stones
Out of your hand
I take it in my own
And I say
All I’ve longed
To say
My State of Mind
The seagulls are driving me insane
The postman hammering on every door
The beep of his machine
More hammering
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And worst of all
The unfinished manuscript
In front of me
Suddenly it goes quiet
Except for the low rumble of traffic
And a song that I can’t quite make out
And I miss them, I miss them
The seagulls, the postman.
For I no longer have anything
Left to blame for my
State of mind
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Here we go
We're going down
Again
My mind escapes me
Ah, for some relief
And it returns with thoughts
I dare not repeat
And I miss them, I miss them
The seagulls, the postman.
For I no longer have anything
Left to blame for my
State of mind
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Here we go
Yeah we're going down
Again