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Harrison Ford
03:33
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By way of distraction I thought I’d watch a movie
A little bit of action packed drama on the TV
This air liner goes down with all lives lost
And they decide to search for the cause
Harrison Ford is the cop investigating
Coincidentally he finds wife might’ve been cheating
‘Cos she was on the flight with another woman’s man
And then he starts to fancy her
And bloody old Harrison Ford’s got this cabin in the woods
Like the one that I went to with you
And bloody old Harrison Ford’s
Chilly bin’s looks a bit like yours
Now he’s touching her neck, he’s kissing her neck
Next thing he’ll be massaging her toes
It seems they’re both carrying some baggage
From previous relationships
So then I think that maybe I’ll pick up some illuminating tips
But they fall apart and in the end nothing is clearer
It’s not looking good for you and me
And bloody old Harrison Ford’s got this cabin in the woods
Like the one that I went to with you
And bloody old Harrison Ford’s
Chilly bin’s looks quite a bit like yours
Now he’s touching her neck, he’s kissing her neck
Next thing he’ll be massaging her toes
Well, as few months later they bump into each other
And he says I’ll call you and I start to wonder
If maybe you’ll call me ‘cos I’ve just noticed
That Harrison ford’s chilly bin looks exactly like yours
Next thing you know he’ll be licking her toes.
Bloody old Harrison Ford, Bloody old Harrison Ford
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2. |
Black Coal
03:13
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Step in / step into the cage / step into the cage and go / down and down and down into the / black hole with the / black coal and the / black floor and the / black walls and the / only light you see is from your / helmet and you hope that it won’t / fail you and god / help you nothing / to do but / trace your footsteps back and hope you / make it with your / face all smudged and shiny from the / sweat and the / black dust from the / black hole / - - - - / - - -
You have / boots that leather / boots that were handed / down, old dull / leather but the / metal sprigs are new and standing / up in shiny rows like / soldiers on par/ade / - - -
Boots go / clacking down the / pavement down the / pavement in the / dark dawn. Old / Stanley coughs his lungs out they / say that he won’t last the / winter. It’s the / black dust from the / black hole with the / black floor and the / black walls / - - - - / - - -
And the / only light you see is from your / helmet and you hope that it won’t / fail you and god / help you nothing / to do but / trace your footsteps back and hope you / make it / back into the cage / back into the cage and you’re / rising, with your / face all smudged and shiny / up and up and up and you’re / rising / up and up and up into the / daylight / up and up and up into the / day - - - /
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Freedom
02:51
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Echoes of Scotland
03:40
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Echoes of ScotlanThe old songs resound in these new hills
We dance the old kilted dances still
And for every ship that to these shores comes
New glens echo with the pipes and the drums
We left Scotia and travelled the great southern oceans
And we crossed the Atlantic wide
But though we have settled these far distant shores
In our hearts ye will ever abide
We sailed on the tall ships all timber and canvas
Boarded the great liners from the steel ship yards
Took all we could carry, enough to get by on
At times the going was hard, oh oh hard.
It’s the same moon, but a different constellation
The same sun shines in these foreign skies
The same old earth, just a different location
The same heart beating down the generation lines
It’s the same old heartbeat
The pipes and the drums
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Cottage For Sale
03:27
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North coastal areas, cottage for sale
Suit young couple, inquire today
Goodbye landlord, goodbye rent
Excellent location, inquire today
Your lucky day
Auction Saturday, mortgagee sale, this one must go.
Sitting pretty, just some finishing to do,
The things they didn’t get done, didn’t get done
Before the bailiff came to call, came to call
Heart of the country, this one’s for you
Extensive views, inquire today
Your lucky day
For further details just phone, ignore the GV, the bank says sell.
He’s got the fridge and TV
She’s got the bed and the microwave, the microwave
Split the CD collection into his and hers, his and hers.
Heart of the country, this one’s for you
Extensive views, inquire today
Buyer beware, your lucky day, check the small print, you’re on your way, your lucky day
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6. |
The Dollar Song
03:00
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If I had a dollar for every time I thought of you
I’d be rich beyond my wildest dreams
I’d have a castle, several cars and lots of paird of shoes
And I would wear a different pair each day, just to show some style
And maybe you would come back for a while
If I had a wish for every day you’ve been away
It would be the same wish that you’d have found a way to stay
And I for my part would have helped the thing along
As it is, we got that wrong
Cos, you and I should’ve grown old together
Laughing in the sun, never minding stormy weather, oh
If I had a song for every dream I dreamt of you
I’d be singing my heart out every day until my life was through
And maybe you would join is, strike up and harmony
And an unholy host of atheist angels would sing backup in the chorus
And arm in arm we’d walk away as the movie credits rolled
And slowly fade away ...
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7. |
Doggone Dog Gone Blues
03:30
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My dog done left me, See those tears run down my face.
My dog done left me, See those tears run down my face.
She just walked out the door, disappeared without a trace
Sky is grey. There’s this dark cloud hanging over me.
Sky is grey. There’s this dark cloud hanging over me.
Since my little dog done gone them lonesome blues won’t let me be.
Sky is blue but I just don’t notice any more.
Sky may be blue but you know I just don’t notice any more
Can’t seem to care about the weather since my little dog walked out the door
Can’t seem to care about the weather since my little dog walked out the door
Doggone
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Cautious
03:37
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Having been here before, I’m cautious
Stepping back from the edge of the cliff
Pulling my coat tight around my shoulders
Keeping my eyes straight ahead
So I will talk about the things that seem to matter
Like trees and houses and getting about in the world of strangers
Me, the tough guy, no problem getting by
Well, it’s true, it’s all true, but not quite as true as
If I were to reveal the way that I feel
Step over the edge, I’d be swept away
Quintessential woman plunged in the ocean
I’d be lost, I’d be drowning
And so we will dance around each other, taking cover
Behind ambiguities, avoiding over-exposure
When all I want to do is wallow in you
And drift away with the next tide
But if I were to reveal the way that I feel
Step over the edge, I’d be swept away
Quintessential woman plunged I the ocean
I’d be lost, I’d be drowning
So haul me into shore with your rescue boat, keep me afloat
Just toss me a line I can hold won’t you save my sinking heart
Haul me into shore with your rescue boat, keep me afloat
Just toss me a line I can hold onto and save my sinking heart
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10. |
Sometimes She Wonders
03:19
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11. |
We Are One
03:12
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Let the moon and the stars be my beacon as I stand on the brink of the ocean
Another one apart just like all who came before
Though their faces were set, their ways taciturn, never say they did not yearn
For a dear one left behind. I come from that long line.
Not exactly kin but surely the same kind
When all is said and done we are one
Didn’t those starving people cross the frozen Bering Sea
And the ones from Europe head for Amerikie
And the Scots and the Irish make a new life far from remembered hills
And the waka in the great Pacific, the sun the moon the stars to guide it
A new life waiting beckoning a sail’s billow, a paddle stroke
Just one more step, a puff of smoke away
Snatches of letters, treasured photographs
Stories in the artefacts, glimpses in time
So let the moon and stars be my beacon as I stand
Another one apart just like all who came before
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12. |
The Menopause Tango
03:04
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Let me take a moment to teach you a new dance
For women of a certain age and uncertain libido
We’ll take the steps slowly. We can always repeat so don’t worry if you forget / just follow my credo
If you don’t like the state of your hair and skin
If gravity sag is settling in. (You wonder)
What happened to your sense of smell and taste
How did your clothes get so small around the waist?
Where did your life go? Get up and go go?
Eschew the fandango - do the menopause tango.
If sleeping is a problem or you can’t concentrate
Get up, take a few measured steps and don’t feel rushed
Wear several layers of clothing so you can strip them off
One by one by one when the going gets … flushed
Hormone replacement is so passé
Just do this dance any time night or day
Take one step backwards for irritability
Come in close for anxiety
Go for a mood swing, whatever you’re feeling
Swallow a gin sling but do the menopause tango
Whatever your lingo, even if you’re a gringo
Don’t run off and join a quango
Do the menopause tango
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It’s raining the forget-me-nots are blue
I wonder if I’m on your mind as much as my thoughts turn to you
Your smile, the way you tilt your head contemplating your next word
Be it delicious, pernicious, banal or absurd
Yes, it’s true, I only knew you for a day
But that’s just how I roll. I’m not obsessed. No way
I just always park in Bath St, use matching clothes pegs, wear slinky underwear sublime
And think about you all the time
I made enquiries. It turns out you know a friend of mine
I think that that’s auspicious like our stars are aligned
I hope you wouldn’t hurt me and I get that you’re reserved
With all those fans hanging round. They must get on your nerves
Yes, it’s true, I only knew you for a day
But that’s just how I roll. I’m not obsessed. No way
I just always park in Bath St, use matching clothes pegs, wear slinky underwear sublime
And think about you all the time
And when you come to visit, I’m sure you’re going to find
I’m not just any woman. My poisoned apple pie’s divine
And I choose to park in Bath St, use matching clothes pegs, wear slinky underwear sublime
And think about you all, just waiting for your call, think about you all the time
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14. |
In The Morning
03:19
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In the morning tail lights bleeding in the raindrops
Wipers sweeping, drivers keeping to the rules
It’s my turn to go but there’s a flashing light and a siren
So it’s me who holds the line for the ambulance to go
And in this moment I know in some one’s little life as big to them as my own to me
Everything just stopped, the floor just fell away
The world just stopped turning, this is the day
Nothing is the same anymore
It takes me back down the years
5, 10, 15, 20, 30 years
I’d only gone to the shop for some milk and the paper
When I get back he says I’m sorry you missed the call
And in this moment I know the life that gave me life is gone
And everything just stopped the floor just fell away
(She’d stepped off from the curb) The world just stopped turning, this was the day
Nothing was the same anymore
We all wish at some time we could rerun just one second
But the hands of the clock only move in one direction
I’m in the bush on the island
In some hut no one knows where
Walking down the track bad news comes to find me
He says - come on let’s get you home
And in this moment I know the place that I called home is gone
And everything just stopped the floor just fell away
(His heart just stopped beating) The world just stopped turning this was the day
Nothing was the same anymore
And the ambulance is gone and I drive on
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15. |
Finding Home
04:13
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Over there, I don’t have to try too hard
Among my own, my heart is free
It’s the place where I don’t have to prove anything
Finding home, I can just be.
There’s cousin Jean and Aunt Ella
Taking tea and reminiscing
Over frozen moments photographed and fading
Great grandpa’s work boots polished up
And the dog at his knee
Shed a tear for the loved ones
No longer here and waiting
Finding home, I can feel my mother there
Though her ashes lie strewn beneath some distant tree
Now I know what left the chimney on that day
Was her spirit heading home across the sea
Where they’re singing songs of lochs and glens
In the highlands they’ll go roaming
While a distant tune pipes and fiddle
Floats on the breeze in the gloaming
Chickens running in the yard
Wee Jenny standing in the doorway
And the baby on his Grandpa’s knee
Aunt Martha churning butter
And the men out making hay
That’s the way things always used to be
The journey taken many years ago
Migration half a world from home
The circle now has been completed
And I’m safe, here among my own
No matter where I roam
Finding home
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Lindsey Shields Dunedin, New Zealand
Singer/songwriter
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