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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

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

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

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

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

Here we go

Yeah we're going down

Again

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