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Little Rivers
06:09
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LITTLE RIVERS
There was a man who / Stood in many places
Walked on many roads / Looked on many faces
But never knew the names / Behind the many faces
And in the many places / He stood alone
And for the man who / Stood in many places
It seemed that time stood still / And for good or ill
He bore the pain of changes / A stoic cold and still
His mantra left unsaid / Repeated in his head
Don’t cry those little rivers it’s just time for a new beginning
Blunt your heart’s edge / Make your soul stone’s flesh
And while the man he / Travelled many roads
The giant steps of others / Of greater means and stride
Wearing younger faces / Wearing cleaner clothes
Seeking kingdoms greater / Travelled wider roads
And the man was lost from sight / In the shadow of their stride
But the man who stood alone / Turned aside from ways so wide
And sought the nameless faces / To bless with shining eyes
Ringing ears and joy / While whispering the mantra in his mind
Don’t cry those little rivers it’s just time for a new beginning
Blunt your heart’s edge / Make your soul stone’s flesh
And then the man who / Blessed the nameless faces
Learned the names of places / At the end of roads
And watched his shadow grow / Deep wide and tall
And an understanding came / Concerning roads
Roads can lead to places / As yet unknown
But roads can also lead the way back home
The man repeats his mantra / Holds it like a beacon bright
Following his feet while whispering the mantra in his mind
Don’t cry those little rivers it’s just time for a new beginning
Blunt your heart’s edge / Make your soul stone’s flesh
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Too Much Talk
03:43
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TOO MUCH TALK
I’ve been following my feet / To escape my milieu
And faces shining on a screen / The little people chasing hopeless dreams
The planet Earth is full of noise / In every house, in every home
You can’t escape the shouting voice / Or what it’s telling you
It calls you on your mobile phone / You’re hounded by the ringtone
You’re never really left alone / Its claws are in to you
And there’s too many thoughts and too much talk
In the world of a modern man
No rest or peace / You live on your feet / Doing what you can
Troubles multiplying until you’re reeling
The world can make you feel like disappearing
Bells and whistles follow every step
The tracksuit in the bus-stop sending text after text
While screens that flicker fill each window-pane
Each a soulless vacuum with its hollow fame
And the world of man is full of noise / In every house, in every home
So you cannot hear the little voice / When it speaks to you
There comes a point in every life / A moment when you realise
The world you used to recognise / Holds no place for you
And there’s too many thoughts and too much talk
In the world of a modern man
No rest or peace / You live on your feet / Doing what you can
Troubles multiplying until you’re reeling
The world can make you feel like disappearing
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Heartbeat
03:44
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HEARTBEAT
I was surprised on the day I died
The last thing on my mind that day in ‘55
Was twisting off my neck
I hope she’s satisfied that I died
I’m the real deal of sleaze and I deserve my fate
Because I fell in love
My head was full of her heartbeat
I lived my life as a carnivore
I’m the same in death as I was before in life
Sweeping morsels off their feet
I delighted playing games
I lived my life for the look of shame in a woman’s eyes
So to my surprise
My head’s still full of her heartbeat
Now it’s your life I seek to save
By sending a message from beyond my grave
Please beware the lure of love
Ignore it at your peril
Or grab your neck and twist
It’s a better way to die
If you’re a man as I am
Love is why
My head’s still full of her heartbeat
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Small Beginnings
04:22
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SMALL BEGINNINGS
Years are stacked like leaves of paper
Rows of letters tied together
Days remembered fill each chapter
Ink and paper / Forever after
I put our book up on a shelf
While I became somebody else
But now it’s open again I don’t want to close it
I had missed you I just didn’t know it
It’s there to see for those who read in-between the lines
That you care for me
Make no judgement by the cover
Because this book is not like the others
Although it comes from small beginnings
This book is not yet finished
It’s there to see for those who read in-between the lines
That I care for you too
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Torn Padded Chenille
04:28
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TORN PADDED CHENILLE
I wonder what’s my motivation / I know I sometimes go too far
I’ve worn the varnish off this bar / My liver’s pickled in a jar
Hearing conversations a million miles from silver spoons
The world keeps passing by as we sit in this room
We are where we revere the real / And the painted smiles peel
To reveal the quiet fairground / Where the paint peels on the steel
Of the rusted old big wheel
I’ll be here / Where the wallpaper peels
And leather’s cracking to reveal / Torn padded chenille
Travelling without moving / Bones are broken, Rings are lost
Words are spoken / Paths are crossed
Names are chosen
Some are coming some are going / Bridges change their colour
Weave in and out of one another / A dance so slow
We are where we revere the real / And the painted smiles peel
To reveal the quiet fairground / Where the paint peels on the steel
Of the rusted old big wheel
I’ll be here / Where the wallpaper peels
And leather’s cracking to reveal / Torn padded chenille
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Wasting Time
03:25
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WASTING TIME
To slow it down and ease the pace / Is good enough for us
To escape the rat-race / Is good enough for us
But when we ask if this is really, really / Good enough for us
No-one answers
And so we take cold comfort in the things that we own
We disappear by changing by degrees
The meaning in a life walks the edge of a knife
We are sick and tired, our tired eyes might look but they don’t see
That we’re wasting time
To kill some time and fill a space / This is what we want
But we don’t do it face to face / Is this what we want?
And when we ask if this is really, really / Even what we want
That time is missing from our lives
When the satisfaction in a life comes from counting your likes
Counting clicking fingers shows us how we feel
But when we leave we won’t be missed / By those names on that list
Because the part of them that they share with us
It isn’t even real
We’re just wasting time
And so we put down roots and then we turn to stone
We waste our lives staring at our screens
We sit in our homes / Pushing buttons on phones
Because the truth is, that unlikely as it seems
We’re just wasting time
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Going Somewhere
04:49
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GOING SOMEWHERE
I stepped out my front door / My feet took me to walk / The old familiar streets
To look at the pavement / And see the white elephants / Littered at my feet
I understand the nature of defeat
So I’m going somewhere
While I’m going nowhere
There is somewhere in this world I’d rather be
Where it’s meant to be and life is sweet
I’m not looking for something / There’s no destination / No destination
I am trying to get lost / To escape the sensation / That I am stuck in a repeat
That I am stuck in a repeat
So I’m going somewhere
While I’m going nowhere
There is somewhere in this world I’d rather be
Where it’s meant to be and life is sweet
There is somewhere in this world I’d rather be
But now I recognise the nature of defeat
There’s no more talking to the magpies in the street
Because it doesn’t matter
Too much sugar rots your teeth / My conscience doesn’t bother me
Too much sugar rots your teeth / My conscience doesn’t bother me
There is somewhere in this world I’d rather be
Where it’s meant to be and life is sweet
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Build Another Car Park
02:49
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BUILD ANOTHER CAR PARK
Build another car park / Dodge the tax and pay the bills
Drown the streets in tarmac / Decorate with rubbish bins
Privatise the pavement / Find the cracks and fill them in
‘Til every footstep is forbidden / Hidden echoes of a sin
Build another car park / There’s always room for just one more
Herd the people through department stores to find the only door
To escape the layers of concrete and set foot into a town
Which is identical to the others for a hundred miles around
Build another car park / Because I still know where I am
This town still has some character / Pay to pave it while you can
Don’t build homes for folks to live in / Put up stores then close the doors
My eyes are tired of seeing pound shops ringed by overflowing bins
Build another car park / Burn the Earth and crack the sky
Oil the wheels of the machine with tears from God’s unseeing eye
Build another car park / Fill up each and every space
‘Til every city is identical to every other fucking place
Build another car park / There’s always room for just one more
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Paul Liddell Sunderland, UK
Paul's modern take on the 'one man band' using live loops, guitar percussion, harmonies and effects has seen him support artists such as Turin Brakes, Jon Gomm and Billy Bragg. A diverse and challenging writer with a unique voice, his live performances range from whispering intensity to a white knuckle, edge of your seat, ear splittingly glorious racket. ... more
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