RYAN MYDDLETON
The Road
ALONEME
Sketch
MARINA FLORANCE
Somewhere Down
The Line
 
PAUL BULLEN
Let The Night Roll In
SONGS FROM THE BLUE HOUSE
Tree
 



RYAN MYDDLETON SHOWS
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May 23 2008 8:30P
The Mick Jagger Centre
Dartford
Aug 17 2008 7:00P
The Grotton
In The Hollow Folk Roots Festival
Oldham
May 31 2008 8:00P
Private Mini-Festival (full band)
Essex

Oct 16 2008 8:00P
Fuel Bar
Manchester

Jul 11 2008 10:00A
The Rise and Shine - BBC Radio Merseyside
Liverpool SportLinx
World Record Attempt
Liverpool

 

PAUL BULLEN SHOWS

Sep 7 2008 12:00P
Essex Air Ambulance Event (Harwich)
Harwich, East

Oct 18 2008 8:00P
Norwich Arts Centre
Norwich, East

Sep 12 2008 8:00P
Kelvedon Institute (Essex)
Essex, London and South East

Oct 31 2008 8:00P
Queens College (Cambridge University)
Cambridge, East

Sep 17 2008 8:00P
The Cobden Club (London)
London, London and South East
Nov 28 2008 8:00P
High Barn Unplugged (Essex)
Braintree, London and South East
Oct 4 2008 5:00P
Family Festival (Hackney Marshes)
London, London and South East
 
MARINA FLORANCE SHOWS

Sep 13 2008 8:00P
Recording
0000, London and South East

Jan 25 2009 8:00P
High Barn Unplugged
Essex, London and South East

Oct 3 2008 8:00P
Private Party
Norwich

Feb 14 2009 1:00P
Norwich Arts Centre
Norwich, East

Nov 13 2008 8:00P
Great Bardfield Folk Club
Essex, London and South East

Feb 15 2009 8:00P
4 date tour Ireland
Pending Confirmation
Galway, Midlands, Co. Meath, Dublin

Nov 16 2008 8:00P
Headline Gig / Venue TBC
Milton Keynes, Midlands

Mar 5 2009 8:00P
Bournemouth folk Club
Bournemouth, Southwest

Dec 18 2008 8:00P
SPS Music Workshop
Kensal Green, London and South East

Mar 27 2009 8:00P
Crofters Coffeehouse
King’s Lynn, East

Dec 19 2008 8:00P
SPS Music Workshop
Kensal Green, London and South East

Jun 20 2009 1:00P
Norwich Arts Centre Headline
Norwich, East

ALONEME SHOWS

Sep 7 2008 8:30P
Acoustic Lounge @ the Ivory Bar
Hitchin, Herts

Oct 25 2008 7:30P
The Cramphorn Theatre
Chelmsford, Essex

Sep 13 2008 7:45P
AcoustiCity @ The Headgate Theatre
Colchester
Nov 20 2008 8:00P
Riga Music Bar
Westcliff-On-Sea, Essex
Oct 11 2008 8:30P
Katie Fitzgeralds
Stourbridge, West Midlands
Dec 13 2008 8:00P
Acoustic Routes @ CB2
Cambridge

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ALONEME

AloneMe is the finely-tuned songwriting partnership of singer Sarah Springett and singer/guitarist David Booth, plus highly respected drummer/programmer Simon Edgoose and hugely talented singer/multi-instrumentalist Liz Townsend.

The band has gigged constantly since their inception in 2003, with hundreds of gigs from London to Dublin and all points in between. The hard work has paid off and their reputation as a must-see live band continues to grow.

Between June 2006 and Feb 2007, the band spent time at the Loft Studios, Liverpool, with sought-after producer Nigel Stonier (Thea Gilmore, Brian Houston, Rod Clements...) and with financial support from the Arts Council’s Escalator Project. The result of these sessions - Sketch - is the band's first full studio album, comprising 10 outstanding tracks showcasing the trademark AloneMe strengths of fine songwriting, cutting lyrics, killer harmonies and classic pop hooks.

With a fantastic album up their sleeves, a loyal and ever expanding fan base, and momentum building with label High Barn Records on board, 2008 will surely see AloneMe make the kind of breakthrough they've deserved all along.

"A confident and instant collection… surely mainstream radio play awaits.” (Keith Ames, Musician Magazine)
"Worthy of considerable success...the potential here is huge" (Elton Townend-Jones, Music-Zine)

THE BAND
Sarah Springett - vox
David Booth - guitar & vox
Simon Edgoose - drums, percussion & programming
Liz Townsend - piano, cello & vox

http://www.myspace.com/aloneme

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BASSISTRY

THE BAND


Marcel Pusey
studied Jazz at Western Australia Conservatorium and is a Composer, Musical Director and Bass Player. Marcel founded and plays the Electric Bass in the band - he is the inspiration behind and composer of all the music. The music all starts from the bass and Marcel's phatt bass lines are the compositional tool and foundation to Bassistry's unique eclectic sound!


Duncan 'Dunkthetrump' Mckay's
unique ethereal trumpet tones have been heard with so many, Bootsy Collins, Tom Jones, Incognito, Richard Ashcroft, The Chemical Brothers, All Saints, Tina Turner, and he survived working with Primal Scream for 5 years.

Sam Blue, is one of London's scariest young drummers. He has grown up playing the break-beats of hip-hop, Gospel music in church, yet being influenced by his love of R&B, fusion and Jazz. He was born with 'the groove' and plays like that's all he's known. He plays with the Denis Rollins Band.

Alex Bennett on keyboards is one of the city's most exciting players. Why? Because he can groove in any style. He understands the groove. You can track him down playing jazz at the Pizza Express London with singing legend Ian Shaw or supporting Patti Labelle playing soul at the Hammersmith Apollo, doing the pop gigs. He does it all.

Katy Seath and Nicola Bull are two of the countries brightest & beautiful young talents. They represent the evolving, serious female vocal talent learning and plying their trade through the influence of the great singers. They're young, hungry, raw and talented. Their desire to explore, and learn, means they both have a huge future.

Jamie Trowell is a highly versatile and experienced percussionist/drummer whose solid, funky yet tasteful playing has recently seen him perform at venues such as Ronnie Scott`s, the Shepherd`s Bush Empire and Royal Festival Hall with various artists including latin-funk band Motimba and the Sahara jazz quartet. During the cruel winter months Jamie can often be found living the good life in the sunny Caribbean, working in the showband on cruise ships.

Jules Faife a rare breed of guitarist who has no problem playing the one note if required. Jules can effortlessly switch from laying down the funk, cranking up the rock licks or playing soothing African motifs. He's a guitarist with a beautiful touch.

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MARINA FLORANCE

Marina Florance has been writing songs since her early teens, but didn’t begin performing her own work in earnest until 2004. Those three short years in the public eye have brought her critical acclaim, a string of sell-out gigs, and a prestigious slot at the Cambridge Strawberry Fair folk festival. Now comes an important recording deal; Marina is one of the outstanding debut acts for new acoustic label, High Barn Records, with her memorable album ‘Somewhere Down The Line.’

Marina came late to the folk and country traditions, the soundtrack to her upbringing in north London was soul and reggae. “It was really later on in life that I came across people like Nanci Griffith, Alison Krauss and John Prine,” she explains. “I listen to a lot of different music”. What has emerged is a musical style that she describes as “modern folk which sometimes crosses other borders”.

Listeners will be impressed by the maturity and emotional honesty of the fourteen tracks on Somewhere Down The Line’, where Marina’s direct and heartfelt vocal style provides the perfect medium for a set of deceptively simple songs about complex feelings. And early influences remain in the album’s mix. One of the many stand-out tracks is the reggae-tinged Friday Night, a collaboration with her daughter, Alison.

Marina has a hectic schedule of gigs and is busy promoting her song, Side By Side, which is fast becoming an anthem in local schools. She will also release a single, in Spring 2008.

‘Somewhere Down The Line’ is available now at record shops, on amazon.co.uk and play.com, and for download at iTunes. Tracks from the album have gained airplay on BBC Easter counties on Sue Marchant’s show, and radio stations in Norfolk.

http://www.myspace.com/marinaflorance

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PAUL BULLEN
Paul is High Barn's local boy. Having grown up just a few miles from the venue and studio, he was surrounded by musicians and musical instruments from an early age. By the time he reached 16, he was already an accomplished pianist, drummer and guitarist. The musical environment continued during and after college when Paul moved to London to work on such TV shows as CD:UK. T4 and Fame Academy.

Whilst being surrounded by some of the biggest names in music, Paul frequently returned home to record his own song ideas and, years later, these eventually culminated in his debut album 'Let The Night Roll In'. During his late teens, Paul spent time living in California and later travelled to Africa. A number of songs on the album show how these experiences influenced his writing. Californian influences can be heard in such upbeat songs as 'Bygone Days ' and 'Santa Cruz' whilst more percussive tracks like 'This Is The World' and 'You By Me' have a distinctively African feel.

That this album took so long to produce is testament to the incredible effort Paul has put into it. Not only did he write, engineer and produce the album himself, but he also played all the instruments (from guitar, drums and piano to bass, djembe, bull roar and accordion). He also took the photographs for the album sleeve.

http://www.myspace.com/paulbullen

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RYAN MYDDLETON

Ryan Myddleton was born and raised in Maidstone, Kent. When his family moved to an isolated pocket of idyllic Somerset at age 12, Ryan found he had time on his hands and no concrete at his feet, thus he abandoned his beloved skateboard and picked up an old battered school guitar.  It was his school music teacher who first noticed in Ryan’s voice a twang of Americana and piled upon him a collection of well-used James Taylor LPs. Surrounded by rolling countryside, sunny beach life, rainy beach life, a colourful variety of musicians and free-thinking folk, Ryan became engrossed in the guitar and in the art of song composition.

As a young man Ryan was writing and performing on a regular basis, and strong musical alliances with Duncan MacKay (bass guitar) and James Cross (drums) were formed. He went on to study performance in London where he met Ed Sheldrake (piano) and began to hone his songwriting craft. Influenced by the work of John Martyn, James Taylor, Joni Mitchell and Ben Harper, as much as by the people and situation around him, Ryan began to carve out a solo singer/songwriter career for himself. He travelled around Spain with his guitar and for a good period made a living on the streets of Barcelona as a night-busker.

In 2002 he recorded his first demo album, As I Stand, and went on to perform these songs to audiences large and small all over the UK. He settled in European Capital of Culture -  the city of Liverpool, and in 2006 began to busk, borrow and car-boot his life away in order to begin recording a full-length album. Recruiting the assistance of old friends Duncan MacKay, James Cross and Ed Sheldrake, Ryan went about recording his collection of recent songs.

In 2007 Ryan signed to High Barn Records and soon after the completed album ‘The Road’ was released. Tracks from the album have since featured on various UK radio shows, the title track becoming BBC Radio Leeds MP3 of the week, and can even be heard regularly at Anfield, the home of Liverpool FC, during the half-time interval! Once a solo performer, Ryan now increasingly appears with his gifted band of troubadours at venues across the UK. His success is growing and even stretching as far as Germany, Australia, the USA and Canada.

http://www.myspace.com/ryanmyddleton

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SONGS FROM THE BLUE HOUSE

In 2002, James Partridge and Shane Kirk, sometime creative collaborators and band cohorts who had not made music with each other (or indeed, in James’ case, at all) for a decade, decided that it was time to stop saying, “we really must get together and write some songs sometime”, and to get together and write some songs. Which they did.

It was meant to be very simple - just two chaps with acoustic guitars, telling stories. The resulting songs were kind of bluegrassy, but sort of folky, and then again a bit country.

Then it just grew. First, ‘Gibbon’ was roped in, to add not just bass lines, but his own unique feel for melody, harmonies and arrangement as well as brass. One of the songs,
Let’s do it Country, needed a female voice for a verse, so Helen stepped in – and refused to leave, especially once she’d helped to write a good chunk of what turned out to be the second album ‘Too’.

James found a mandolin and dobro player at an Asparagus Fair. Tony Winn, a banjo player, offered to fit in gigs between acting engagements and his own ‘Singing in the Bath’ show. Fiddly Richard (that’s not his real name) shyly rosined up the bow and quickly became indispensable. The multi-talented Radar just turned up to one of the early gigs and hung around until he emigrated. And so on…

“Tree” is SftBH’s third album. At the moment, the line up can feature anything from two to nine members, plus a couple of guests here and there. It’s still very hard to pin the band’s ‘sound’ down. But at the end of the day, it’s just two chaps, with acoustic guitars, telling stories.

 

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SONGS FROM THE BLUE HOUSE

CD Review: Somewhere Down The Line
(David Knowles/ Maverick Magazine / ***1/2)

An excellent new album from one of the better UK folk outfits

This a good follow up to their last album; TOO, perhaps not quite reaching the same high pinnacle as that album, but then it is musically and atmospherically very different. A high point on the album is a great version of one of the best known songs by a heavy metal band—Blue Oyster Cult’s (Don’t Fear) The Reaper. And SFTBH give this classic hit a real psychedelic folk make-over which works tremendously well.

Group leader James Partridge takes lead vocal duties on most of the songs (including the BOC tune). His beautifully laid back voice breezes effortlessly through his own co-written tune, Beartown Road, which he penned with fellow band member and guitarist Shane Kirk. James also sings wonderfully on In My Arms, a quite adorable folk ballad. His vocals become slightly rowdier on the semi-uplifting folk rocker Incredible. He then goes back to singing smooth and dreamy on the gorgeous ballad, Katy Did. He definitely has a good voice for the slower, more delicate folk tunes.

As well as playing flute in the band, Helen Mulley also takes over lead vocals on a couple of songs. The catchy Her shows off Helen’s vocal vibrancy perfectly, and the musically very simple Kings & Gods is quite enchanting and embracing, with Helen’s sweet vocals supported superbly by James on backing, and just guitar and cello from Steve Mears and Liz Townsend respectively, adding musical support.

Two other vocalists used were Shane Kirk with Vanilla, but I found his very earthy, trembling vocals to be not quite my cup of tea. The other being Paul Mosley who gave a fair offering on the upbeat Come On #2. There are eleven band members listed on the album sleeve, and musically they are top-class. Although I still prefer their last album, I enjoyed the fine musical journey that this new CD took me on, and still stand by my opinion that this is a quality folk group that should be appearing at top festivals such as the Cambridge Folk Festival (especially as they come from East Anglia), and I think that they would also be a big hit at the Glastonbury Festival.

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MARINA FLORANCE

CD Review: Somewhere Down The Line
(Anne L Ryan/Moving Tone News)

This beautiful album from Marina Florance is completely satisfying. 13 songs and one tune long, Marina’s voice and songwriting is the golden source of Somewhere Down the Line. If you like sonorous singing, great songwriting and excellent production, this is an album for you. Gentle and peaceful in its entirety, it is a CD where repetitiveplaying only adds to its satisfaction.

Marina performs as a duo with Mick Kennedy, also a songwriter. The opening track is one of his. Nothing Could Have Prepared Me For You is intriguing in that we don’t know who you is – so, project your own meaning onto the song, and allow the voice and melody to take you away. This is a very special song.

Marina’s voice is evocative of Kate Wolf, a country singer-songwriter who was a major influence on the country scene in the 1980s. Can’t say quite why but Parallel Lines brought Kate Wolf’s voice to mind. Only sometimes though – Florance and Kennedy as a duo are quite unique in their songwriting and arrangements.

If anything, this album has an acoustic traditional English music feel to it. It’s the use of the concertina, violin and accordion that create this. Milenihum is only instrumental on the CD, and written by Florance. It is the least captivating only because the tune is played rather than sung. Had she hummed the tune, this instrumental would have been something else.

Somewhere Down the Line was produced with complete mastery by Chris Bullen at High Barn, Suffolk who championed the duo under the Arts Council Escalator project. There’s no doubt the production makes this album something special.

After listening to the CD, I went to hear them live. I was a little disappointed. Not in the voice, or the songwriting or in their own performance. It was that my expectation had been built up for a larger sound which is impossible for them to deliver as a duo.
Reproducing the CD sound live would require much investment in terms of resource – but it would be a good road to travel. It might be a challenge, but with this material and their potential they would rise to it easily.

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PAUL BULLEN

CD Review: Let The Night Roll In

(Toby Venables/Moving Tone News)

I was in a foul mood when I first picked up this CD. Stressed from a house move and depressed by the leaden sky and unrelenting, drizzling damp. Not the easiest of audiences for this young singer songwriter’s home-recorded, debut album.

Fortunately, ‘home’ in this case means High Barn at Great Bardfield, Essex – one of the region’s most exciting and atmospheric venues, a Grade II listed medieval building with its own state-of-the-art recording studios. OK, so technically Paul lives in North London now, but High Barn is run by his parents. This happy circumstance has provided the incredibly prolific songwriter with an enviable opportunity for experimentation (he claims to have recorded around 50 songs so far, but narrowed it down to 13 for the album). Although Paul has started to gig with a band – even playing in California last October – here he was able to record all the instruments himself, Mike Oldfield style. And it’s packed with great moments from its opening seconds, with the arresting close harmony of Intro which seems to promise something epic, but instead segues into the sparse, acoustically-driven Bygone Days. This is the first of several ‘summer songs’ on this album; intimate in scale and optimistic in tone (musically, if not always lyrically) – the kind of songs that make you want to be driving in an open-top car on a sunny day with a picnic hamper in the back.

But five songs in, just when you’ve settled into the acoustic guitars, laid back conga rythms, easy vocals and intimate ambience, out come the piano, drums and synths for Our Lives, whose lonely arpeggios and steady build evoke all manner of things from Keane to Coldplay. This is picked up again in Hoax, which pushes the mood still further – even bringing to mind Dark Side of the Moon-era Pink Floyd and Sigur Ros in the process. These are punctuated by the cheeky, retro Turn the Page; another piano driven song that is more in keeping with early Elton John.

Then suddenly, with Beginning, it’s like the start of a whole new album again. This is a wonderfully atmospheric piece (featuring that much underrated noise maker, the bullroarer) which leads into the gloriously upbeat This is the World, whose eccentricities and vocals seem to suddenly put Bullen in Beta Band territory. This eclecticism could threaten the coherence of this album, but from here the disparate styles – still very much recognisable as from the same pen – start to be brought together. The final song, The Optimist, not only sums up the mood, but also neatly reprises parts of Santa Cruz and This is the World – a kind of symbolic synthesis of all that has come before.

Let The Night Roll In is an album overflowing with ideas – and this can be a handicap. Occasionally, it seems to be struggling to pull it all together, and there’s a sense in the bigger scale moments (such as the latter stages of Our Lives) that Bullen is spreading himself slightly too thin. I’d say get the other musicians in the studio and trust to the band; there’s a snap to things that often only a band can achieve.

But let me put this in properly perspective: if it doesn’t always work, it’s only because he’s taking such delight in pushing the boundaries – and to be honest, musicians who do that are far more interesting and rewarding than those who play it safe. This is an exceptional debut collection of songs, full of memorable moments, from a gifted young songwriter will surely go on to do greater things. Most importantly, at the end of the album, my mood was completely transformed. I was warmed, uplifted, and I swear the sun even came out. OK, maybe I imagined that last part – but this is music with the sun in its soul.

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RYAN MYDDLETON

CD Review: THE ROAD
(Rychard Carrington/Moving Tone News)

When you take this CD out of its case a picture of a very small biplane is revealed. Trailing behind the plane is a banner upon which is written ‘thank you’. Lovely.

Yes indeed, this is a most pleasant album, thoroughly benign. Good to the ears, soothing to the mind. Ryan Myddleton has written that ‘there isn't much that beats a small party of people and a guitar to share between them’ and such warm, gentle sentiment pervades the whole project. The keywords would be ‘60s-style folk troubadour’ and ‘mellow’. In the harsh world we live in, I’m certainly not going to complain at that.

Les Cousins club. Early Al Stewart. Not the stark intensity of Bob Dylan, but a nice, relaxing, good vibe. An album to eat your vegetarian supper to; or one to have on in the background while you sit by the fire, drinking mulled wine and playing draughts. It’s poignant that the hope for a better world that once came with such music – an expansion of the ‘small party of people …’ sentiments – has long perished, but on the other hand it’s good to see this style extant – in the early 80s new wave and synthesisers were threatening the  perpetuation of anything remotely hippyesque.

This character is consistently confirmed, never challenged. (Even the cover art has a gentle surrealism that is thoroughly 1968.) And why not, when there was nothing wrong with this style in the first place? Well, to be honest I would have preferred wittier, more distinctive lyrics and more originality of sentiment (or at least a fresher album title), but let’s let that pass. Let’s say instead that the lyrics take a back seat and complement the music appropriately.

Ryan sings and plays guitar very pleasingly. I could have done without the bass and drums, but piano, violin, cello, harmonica and ukelele all enhance nicely, and the glockenspiel is a particularly good touch.

Besides, I’m favourably disposed towards people who have a ‘y’ in their name where you would expect an ‘i’. Why? I don’t know.

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ALONEME
BASSISTRY
MARINA FLORANCE
PAUL BULLEN
RYAN MYDDLETON

SONGS FROM THE BLUE HOUSE

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ALONEME

AloneMe - 'Bulletproof' (Video)

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MARINA FLORANCE

Marina Florance & Mick Kennedy performing 'Salvation' (Live)

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PAUL BULLEN

Paul Bullen - Live Band Compilation

Paul Bullen - 'Nothing' (Live at High Barn)

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SONGS FROM THE BLUE HOUSE

Songs from the Blue House - 'Beartown Road' (Live at High Barn)

Songs from the Blue House - 'Kings And Gods' (Live at High Barn)

 

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MARINA FLORANCE
Album "Somewhere Down The Line"
(Lyrics in alpha order)


500 Questions
(Mick Kennedy)

Five hundred questions rage within
Please tell me where to begin
Maybe we should start at number one
The love for you here in my heart
Screams to me while we’re apart
And burns me like the very sun

Chorus:
And while our friend Luka keeps the score
And we keep one eye on the door
God knows where it’s leading to
I live for the time I have with you

You could answer question two
And tell me that you love me too
Now that’s the one I really want to hear
Questions number three and four
When will we meet again once more?
And will we survive it when we do

Chorus

On to question number five
I thank god that I’m alive
To spend these precious times with you
Question six you will agree
Was answered when you and me
We talked and the hours they just flew

Chorus

Seven is the little place
Where we shared our first embrace
Just inside your sitting room door
Eight nine and ten will be revealed
When you’re with me and now there’s only four-ninety more

Chorus

11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16 17, 18
19, 20, 1 and 22, 23 and 24
Oh God are there so many more
Please tell me what I have to do

Chorus

Chorus

I live for the time I have with you
Oh I live for the time I have with you

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Can You Tell
(Marina Florance)

Can you tell what I feel inside
Can you see what I’m trying to hide
Is it visible on the outside
Can you tell what I feel inside

Touch me once and you know it’s true
Can’t believe you don’t feel it too
My body trembles at the thought of you
There ain’t anything we could not do

If you could see what’s out of sight
Could it be that you just might
Come out of the shadows into the light
Doesn’t matter if it’s wrong or right

If you knew what’s on my mind
Well who knows you might like what you find
Then you take me slowly creep up from behind
I’d be willing to pay in kind

Can you tell what I feel inside
Can you see what I’m trying to hide
Is it visible on the outside
Can you tell what I feel inside

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Friday Night
(Marina / Alison Florance)

6 o’clock at night and you’re still not home
And it’s always the same
Spend Fridays on my own
So I pull on my cap take a walk in the park
The light is fading but it’s still not dark

Chorus:
When I saw you looking at me
Yes I saw you looking at me
Surprised at what you see

Friday night don’t wanna go home
And it’s always the same
Need some time on my own
So I sit on the bench dedicated with love
And I watch the boats go by
And the birds in the sky

Chorus

Friday night she takes her place on the bench
That is dedicated with love
And they nod hello but they don’t say a word
Home is where they should be
But they don’t go

'Cos it takes a little time to grow
Yes it takes a little time to share what you know
And it takes a little time to bare your soul

Repeat 1st verse

Chorus

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I'll Always be Playing for You
(Mick Kennedy)

When first you came in to my heart
I knew my life would never be the same
Fate dealt me a strange and confusing hand
But I still wanted to play the game
The odds were stacked against us
But I felt I was on a roll
And with such a prize there to be won
Lord I’d stake my very soul

And I know it feels
Like a losing hand
With the Aces all hidden from view
But as long as there’s a beat in this heart
I’ll always be playing for you

Now I never was a gambler
And I scorned those that were as fools
But the fever that gripped my heart that night
Had me breaking all the rules
And I know that I may never win
But what can I do but try
To give up now and say I’ve had enough
Would be the greatest lie

And I know it feels
Like a losing hand
With the Aces all hidden from view
But as long as there’s a beat in this heart
I’ll always be playing for you

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In Orange
(Julie Fox-Allen / Marina Florance)

The last light has turned darkest black
All the anonymous faces have found their way back
Taking only the time we had to spare
Not wanting to share, not wanting to share

We could talk for hour upon hour
Knowing the end will be the same
Drawing us so near another secret to be shared tonight
Only us to hear, only us to hear

Chorus:
Take my words as truth
And another lie will not be spoken
As a token of my love
Take my hands and we’ll go
Slowly to the top of the stairs
There’s something there, there’s something there
That we can both believe in
In orange, in orange, in orange

All the life is flowing back to me
Orange shades of memory
Watching from above a shadow of you and me sends its love
The world fades away, the world fades away

Chorus

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It's Much Easier
(Marina Florance)

It’s much easier so much easier
To walk away than somehow find a way to stay
To leave now can only be, a short term remedy

Chorus:
But I know I can make you smile again
Yes I know I can light up your eyes again
If you give me just a little more time again
Can you give me just a little more time again

Have we come this far
So very far to lose it all on a downward fall
Can you look at me what do you see
This used to be your destiny

Chorus

Let me hold you just one more time
Feel your heart beat so close to mine

Can you look at me what do you see
This used to be your destiny

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Man of Stone
(Marina Florance / Julie Fox-Allen)

Chorus:
I feel kind of alone
Even though you’re right here
Like a man made of stone
You can’t even feel my tears, fall on you
I feel kind of alone
Don’t think it’s my imagination
Like you want to be somewhere else
Maybe with someone else, maybe

And when you look at me
Are you seeing all that you used to see
Are you seeing me
And late at night you turn away
And then turn off the lights
As if I’m not there, as if I’m not there

Chorus

And when you talk to me
Just a little to harsh criticize me
Like you don’t care
And when you’re out way too late
Is it worry or fear that makes me wait
Until you come home, until you come home,
Come home

Chorus

I feel kind of alone
Even though you’re right here
Like a man made of stone
You can’t even feel my tears, fall on you
I feel kind of alone
Don’t think it’s my imagination
Thought your love was true,
But you’re heart is with someone else
Maybe someone else,
Maybe someone else loves you too.

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Nothing Could Have Prepared Me For You
(Mick Kennedy)

The green waters of the Nile, Mona Lisa’s mysterious smile
They pale against the things you say and do
The leaning tower of Pisa town, the Grand Canyon one mile down
Nothing could have prepared me for you
Nothing could have prepared me for you

The hottest day in mid July, the moon the stars that adorn the sky
They pale against the things you say and do
The view from the tallest tower, nature’s most exquisite flower
Nothing could have prepared me for you
Nothing could have prepared me for you

Chorus:
Nothing, nothing, nothing in this whole wide world
Nothing could have prepared me for you
Nothing, nothing, nothing in this whole wide world
Nothing could have prepared me for you
Nothing could have prepared me for you

The red sky as the sun goes down, all the jewels in all the crowns
They pale against the things you say and do
The blackness of the darkest nights, the frenzied glare of city lights
Nothing could have prepared me for you
Nothing could have prepared me for you

Many things in this world, Are wonderful to behold
But they pale against the things you say and do
The cruel and kind hand of fate, the thin line between love and hate
Nothing could have prepared me for you
Nothing could have prepared me for you

Chorus

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Parallel Lines
(Julie Fox-Allen)

Out of my life but a whole lot nearer my heart
I stand aside while you search for your paradise
The power of love is a force that we can never rise above
Trust in love

The things that you do the things that you say
You are the light that shows me the way
Opposite paths separate lives
When will we walk these parallel lines

You’re so afraid that your life is passing you by
One day you’ll see that your future is clearly defined
The power of love is a force that we can never rise above
Trust in love

The things that you do the things that you say
You are the light that shows me the way
Opposite paths separate lives
When will we walk these parallel lines

The things that you do the things that you say
You are the light that shows me the way
Never quite there never the time
Always the ships that pass in the night

The things that you do the things that you say
You are the light that shows me the way
Opposite paths separate lives
When will we walk these parallel lines

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Salvation
(Mick Kennedy)

The winds of change are blowing cold and hard tonight
Paths to be chosen no guiding light
And you’re praying for a break, praying all the time
Hoping for salvation somewhere down the line

Chorus:
Somewhere down the line hoping for salvation
Somewhere down the line aaaaah salvation
Somewhere down the line mmmm salvation
Somewhere down the line

And there’s no signpost to show you, the quick and easy way
Choices just get harder which each passing day
But you’re praying for a that break, praying all the time
Hoping for salvation somewhere down the line

Chorus

And it’s so easy to paint things in black and white
But so many shades of grey can creep into your life
But keep praying for that break, keep praying all the time
Hoping for salvation somewhere down the line

Chorus

May the winds be at your back which ever way you turn
May the light always guide you and its warmth never burn
And I pray you get that break when it comes to the time
And I hope you find salvation somewhere down the line

Chorus

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Silver and Gold
(Julie Fox-Allen / Marina Florance)

I once had a secret, It was to you I told,
Of something precious, something rare
Of silver and of gold
There was a place that called me, It was there I’d find myself
Watching gold strands sway in time
With the gentle breeze they’d dance

Chorus:
And quietly the rain came to wash away my fears
And when the darkness fell I never felt alone
Knowing you were there with me was my silver and my gold
Knowing you were there with me was my silver and my gold

The spring became my younger years, the summer was my old
I have watched the autumn fall, and felt the winter’s cold
There was never sorrow there, and I would not admit defeat
With such beauty all around, and the earth beneath my feet

Chorus

As I lay there on the ground counting silver stars
I know that no material things could ever mean as much
The brightest there was our star my faith in you was whole
Knowing you were there with me my silver and my gold

Chorus

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The Guilty One
(Marina Florance / Julie Fox-Allen)

I have tasted the bittersweet flavour
Of a love that’s turned sour
Felt the weight of a heart so heavy
Carried through those long dark hours
Carried through those long dark hours

I have kept a box full of memories
Of another place and time
Rewritten the rule book when the words
Of love don’t rhyme, when the words of love don’t rhyme

Chorus:
But you stop me in my tracks each and every time
With words from a silver tongue
Playing tricks with my mind
And just when I think that I’ve moved on,
I realise
That you were there, that you where there, All along

And you’ve always got a better story
Than the time before
And your excuses have a way of making me
The guilty one, of making me the guilty one

Chorus

I have got a suitcase and a key
Spirited away, for that time when I know
That it’s not wise for me to stay
That it’s not wise for me to stay

Chorus

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The Wind of Change
(Marina Florance / Julie Fox-Allen)

From the moment that we met you left your impression on me
I thought my life was complete until you came my way
Take a look at me you’d never tell what I am thinking
My intentions are not as pure, pure as they ought to be

Chorus:
And you look so troubled baby you look so ill at ease
Don’t you know don’t you know I can give you what you need
Because the wind of change is blowing our way
And I know and I know it’s gonna bring you to me

I sense the way you feel I know you’re not satisfied
It must be hard on your soul living within a lie
I can tell you something something I’ve known all along
Life’s to short to compromise you only get one chance

Chorus

If she doesn’t know what she’s got
If she doesn’t know how to give
Let me show you how it feels to really live

Chorus

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RYAN MYDDLETON
Album "The Road"
(Lyrics in alpha order)

Before You Rise
I’ll be there before you wake
There’s no need to cry.
I’ll be beside you as it’s getting light,
I’ll be home before you rise.

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The Cowboy Song

I am not a cowboy, but I've been known to ride
Far into the country with a guitar by my side.
I am not a player, but I just love to play
Simple songs by honest men in such a righteous way.

I am not a sailor, but I've travelled the seas,
Deep into the ocean to allow myself to breathe.
I am not a pilot, but in my dreams I fly
Gliding like a sparrowhawk to navigate the sky.

CH: Walk with me I don't want to be alone
There's no-one left where the cowboys used to roam
We'll walk these lands until we find our home
But I am not a cowboy . .

I am not an expert at matters of the heart,
But I do know that love is true and plays a vital part.
I am not a fighter, and I am not a thief,
But I would scrap and I would steal for what I do believe.

I am not religious, but I like to believe
Holy Angels watch over the children as they sleep.
Love may leave me blinded, but I will always see
The Devil is a real man but he's never getting me.

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Everybody’s Got It Coming On

Hey now, why do you cry now?
Things are alright, you know it’s alright now.
You’ve been making me worry,
The things you’ve been saying, the way you’ve been down.

Waking up with the sadness all about,
I’ve had enough of it all, come let it out.
Don’t you worry, you’re not here on your own,
Everybody’s got it coming on,
Got it coming on.

We’ve been speaking in riddles,
Questioning motives, all of the time now.
So chin up, you gotta keep moving,
Gotta keep changing, roll with the punches.

Waking up with the sadness all about,
I’ve had enough of it all, come let it out.
Don’t you worry, you’re not here on your own,
Everybody’s got it coming on,
Got it coming on.

Waking up with the sadness all about,
I’ve had enough of it all, come let it out.
Don’t you worry, you’re not here on your own,
Everybody’s got it coming on,
Got it coming on.

Hey now, why do you cry now?
Things are alright, you know it’s alright now.

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The Getaway

Come away with me darling,
And we’ll find places they’ll never know.
Have a drink with me darling,
And we’ll toast all the good folk back home.

It’s not too late to pack up and fly away,
Fly away.
Got to get out of here,
Got to get out of here,
The getaway.
All for the sake of a getaway.

Come away with me darling,
And we’ll sit under a coconut tree.
And let the waves wash our worries away,
And clear our heads like the open sea.

It’s not too late to pack up and fly away,
Fly away.
Got to get out of here,
Got to get out of here,
The getaway.
All for the sake of a getaway.
The getaway.
All for the sake of a getaway.

It’s not too late to pack up and fly away,
Fly away.
Got to get out of here,
Got to get out of here,
The getaway.
All for the sake of a getaway.
The getaway.
All for the sake of a getaway.

Come away with me darling,
And we’ll find places they’ll never know.

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Got It Made

It don’t take much to make me want to sing,
A man with hope is a man with everything.
Ten fingers, six strings and a whole lot of faith,
Man I got it made.

As long as there is a dream you gotta chase,
As long as there is air for your lungs to take,
One heart to feed and a soul to save,
Man you got it made.

Not even fallen angels can hold me down.
I’ll find my way to some higher ground.

And if your dreams, of they come a crashing down,
You gotta trust yourself to get yourself turned ‘round.
One life to live before the light fades,
Man we got it,
Woman we got it made.

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If I Could Sing A Song

If I could turn time on its head,
And sing all the words unsaid,
And live as a braver man instead.
If I could turn time on its head.

If I could walk through doors,
I’d choose to walk through yours,
And stop pushing on doors marked pull.
If I could only walk through walls.

If I could sing a song,
And you could sing along,
To make right all my wrongs.
If I could only sing a song.
To make right all my wrongs.

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Oh My Love

Oh my love, where now?
Oh my love, where now?
We got to get out somehow, oh my love.

Oh my friend, how come?
Oh my friend, how come?
Look at what we’ve become, oh my friend.

Oh me I’ve been a wasting.
Oh my I’ve been forgot.
I can’t keep on forever,
Being something I’m not.

Oh my rose, my thorn.
Oh my rose, my thorn.
All for love, all forlorn, oh my rose.

Oh me I’ve been a wasting.
Oh my I’ve been forgot.
I can’t keep on forever,
Being something I’m not.

Oh no me oh my.
Oh my rose, my thorn, my friend, my love, my own.
Oh my love.

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On Your Own

Sit down next to me my troubled friend.
Slow down, it takes time for deep wounds to mend.
Although it seems that everything you love is truly lost
Soon you will be found,
You’re not alone, sometimes you choose
On your own.

So easy to say and so hard to do,
There nothing else that I could say to help you.
And everyone you know will love you just the same
Friends will gather ‘round,
You’re not alone, sometimes you choose
And some roads you walk
On your own.

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The Road We Travel

‘Though the road we travel upon
Is paved with copper, not with gold
Troubadour’s footprints centuries old.
Take me to town, don’t leave me hangin’ around
And together we’ll play to the street
And chase the cold with our broken beat.

It’s alright, don’t you let those old dreams drown.
It’s a long way up, it’s a long way down.
Just find them a new home, on the road we roam,
On the road we walk.
The road we roam,
The road we walk.

Though the road we travel upon
Ain’t quite as straight as it first seemed
Or as easy as the dreamers dreamed.
Dig deep down low and you’ll reap what you sow
You get back what you put in no less
It all comes out in the process.

It’s alright, don’t you let those old dreams drown.
It’s a long way up, it’s a long way down.
Just find them a new home, on the road we roam,
On the road we walk.
The road we roam,
The road we walk.

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See No Rain

Things may have been a little rocky in the past I know,
The rose garden you planted years and years ago.
You take the high times, you take the low,
You swim still waters and you sail through the rough storms of pain,
See no rain - see no rainbow.

If our mistakes are someone else’s gain, then our glory another’s aim,
May the golden light of our youth keep shine into our night,
So let’s walk tall and proud our smiles clear as day,
And if clouds come gather overhead to play their dull grey game,
See no rain – see no rainbow.

I’ll say again
See no rain - see no rainbow.

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The Train

All aboard on the midnight train westward bound,
I’ve got two gents beside me on the run, got to find safer ground.
And all the business suits and the cowboy boots step in line,
And what lays ahead soon enough is gonna be long behind.

From where we are going, to where we’ve been before.
Won’t you show me something?
Everybody’s looking for something more.
Second chances galore, on the train for . . .

Now we’re chugging onwards, the wind is at our back.
At one hundred and fifty miles an hour we cross disused farm tracks.
And if this song could be some sweet parody of the times,
I’d be singing ‘Dear God please keep this rickety train on the line’.

From where we are going, to where we’ve been before.
Won’t you show me something?
Everybody’s looking for something more.
Second chances galore, on the train for home.
On the train for home, on the train for . . .

All aboard the train – Are we homeward bound?
All aboard the train.

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Until The End Of Your Days

May your ways always be your own,
May your heart never turn to stone,
May your smile never roam.

Yes this I pray, may your heart stay ablaze,
Until the end of your days.

May you walk only in the light,
And steer your path past the drunken fists of night,
And if the Devil’s men find their way,

Yes this I pray, may you fight them off and stay,
Until the end of your days.

Yes this I pray, may your heart stay ablaze,
Until the end of your days.

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You & I

Don’t go away, oh please don’t go away.
Don’t you say there’s nothing left to say.
This thing we’ve started, it’s gonna take some mending.
These rules we’ve written, they’re gonna take some bending.

Sometimes the simple thing is the answer, it’s the answer.
Live, love and let us take our chances, take our chances,
You & I.

Imagine me a stranger once again,
Imagine we has started out as friends.
No point in trying to hide our bruising,
No point denying the path we’re choosing.

Sometimes the simple thing is the answer, it’s the answer.
Live, love and let us take our chances, take our chances,
You & I.

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SONGS FROM THE BLUE HOUSE

Album "TREE"
(Lyrics in alpha order)








BEARTOWN ROAD
(Kirk/Partridge)

The graveyard’s always full on mother’s day
The driveway fills with leaves now, there’s no-one to sweep ‘em away
And every absent son acts all surprised
The camouflage can just disguise the teardrops in their eyes
I’m left here with that ring she wore
You won’t find me in the old house anymore
 
Some of us are harsh
Some of us are wise
Some of us are wrapped up, baby
In tissues, words and lies
 
Those photo albums never lie
Downloaded, de-redeyed, coldly Stalinized
But look inside and you’ll see the pain
From all the way out here I guess I’m too numb to look again
To tell the truth I guess, I’m as guilty now as then
But I could not stay back and miss the boy I’ve been 
 
Some of us are cruel
Think we’re being kind
And some of us just lucked out, baby
Stone cold out of our minds
 
Hindsight comes with perfect vision

Are you telling me I made the wrong decision?

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COME ON #2
(Kirk)

Come on and tell me just what I did wrong, will you please take the time to explain?

I’ll sit and take heed of the things that I need and I’ll try not to do them again
If your memory fails you then ask for my side if you’re not sure you did for the best

And if time takes a break to repeat its mistakes, as a succour here’s what I’d suggest
 
Will you unlace the breast of your white summer dress?
Will you kick off your shoes and run free?
Throw off your burden of hatred and hope
Yeah and come on and run on to me
 
Was it I was a luxury you can’t afford, was it something that I didn’t say?

Was it someone who told you that you’re not too old to just get up and throw me away?

Did you really believe when you got up to leave that the lies that you told me were true?

Did I sit there and act like a love-stricken doormat? Well here’s what I want you to do.
 
Will you unlace the breast of your white summer dress?
Will you kick off your shoes and run free?
Throw off your burden of hatred and hope
Yeah and come on and run on to me
Did I come on too strong, well perhaps I was wrong. For whatever, I apologize
I just hope that I’m there when my spiritual heir finally bludgeons you back down to size

Then you'll unlace the breast of your white summer dress
kick off your shoes and run free
Throw off your burden of hatred and hope

Yeah and come on and run on to me

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DON'T LOSE
(Partridge)

Fare thee well and don’t lose
Through each ditch and blood-bruise
Charm your way and love each day
Fare thee well and don’t lose
 
When you’re gone oh don’t lose
Though they’re aiming at you
Dodge the slings and arrows too
Fare thee well and don’t lose
 
Take me with and don’t lose
Through your bitter dead moods
Take me and your power to break me

Fare thee well and don’t lose

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HER
(Mulley/Kirk/Partridge)

You say that things have changed, but you're so in love with her
You're feeling kind of strange, you're so in love with her 
Now nothing is the same, you're so in love with her 
It's just a crying shame, 'cos she's so-so
And I know thats it's your call, and you're a big boy now
You don't need my advice but I'll give it anyhow

Well I used to like your style but now you're so in love with her
And I can't trust that smile, you're so in love with her
And every time we speak, she's hiding somewhere near
She's winding through your words and making things unclear

Don't let her take you, don't disappear
Don't let her take you
We need you here

I've heard all this before, you're so in love with her 
So don't tell me any more, you're so in love with her 
But when she breaks your heart (and trust me boy, she will)
Just turn yourself around and find me waiting still

Don't let her take you, don't disappear
Don't let her take you

We need you here

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IN MY ARMS
(Kirk)

This could be the biggest ride
The longest train, the best aside
This could be the memory that lasts
Shaking off the overcoat
Of winters past and goodbye notes
The stage is set, let's introduce the cast
 
I don't believe you've ever met our leading lady - the coquette
She dances well it's all part of her charms
And you can see her later, she'll be in my arms
 
The best joke you've ever heard
The worst cliché, the longest word
The biggest sum you ever had to add
The brightest eyes, the biggest smile
The shortest distance, longest mile
The best time you think you ever had
 
All of these begin to pale, you can't buy it's not for sale
There's never cause for any great alarm
And you can see her later, she'll be in my arms
 
I hate to overstate the case, I guess I must have anyway
I don't see it could do us any harm

And you can see her later, she'll be in my arms.

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INCREDIBLE
(
Partridge)

When I look back
I can’t see through the tears
There are stories of good times
From those fateful years
 
As the candle slowly died
There was nowhere I could hide from myself
Of all the people in this show
You above them all should know
 
I wanted to be
Incredible
Unbeatable
I wanted to be
 
The faith I lost
Is still locked up in this vault
And in my weakest moments
I would tell you it was my fault
 
In my own little way
I was going to say that I loved you
If I only had a year to live
There’s still only so much could give
 
Peace to you, wherever you are
Success to you, whatever you do
May your god go with you, whoever it is

If you remember me, remember me like this

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KATY DID
(Patridge)

Never about to amount to nothin’
There didn’t seem to be much that Katy did
Plain Jane face with her nose all runnin’
She disappeared in the noise, that’s what Katy did
 
But she could change her world with a wave of her wand
No-one else could see, where they all blind?
In a two-room shack beyond the back of nowhere much at all
A humdrum humble home but Katy didn’t mind
 
Twelve years old and four foot nothin’
A wire-tooth grin and heavy lids
At the back of the schoolroom staring out the window
Dreaming of another place where she could live
 
You’d look in her eyes and she’d be somewhere far away
You’d never ever hold her gaze for long
She’d melt away into the grey and keep it all inside
She didn’t get the attention, and that was fine
 
Twenty years old and five-foot somethin’
With a voice made in heaven she could sing - Katy did
Well she grabs your soul and starts a-squeezing
She found out she could do it so that’s what Katy did
 
She can break your heart with a wave of her hand
As the boys in the band take her off to somewhere new
She struts the boards and takes the chords to places they’ve never been

They said she never would but Katy did

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KINGS & GODS
(Mulley/Mears)

Daily dreams die
Idols fall easily
That’s not so strange
Everyone grows that way
 
But every night the place in which they sleep becomes the world
And he’s a king and she’s a god and nothing else exists at all
That’s just how we survive
 
Real life too cold
Play the game, eyes closed
We can fool them
With our own truth
 
And every night the place in which we sleep becomes the world
And we are kings and we are gods and nothing else exists at all
That’s just how we survive
 
And every night the place in which we sleep becomes the world
And we are kings and we are gods and nothing else exists at all
That’s just how we survive
That’s just how we survive

So tell me how…do you...do you?

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LITTLE LIES
(Partridge)

You don’t really want to leave the evening in its infancy
No-one wants to be alone, the dark cannot be company
 
But don’t say anything
Don’t even breathe those little lies
 
It’s taken me all day to chase and catch this moment
But I see I have to let you go; drift on, drift on homewards
 
But don’t say anything
You don’t believe those little lies
 
You left your coat behind
 
Don’t say anything
Don’t even breathe what you don’t believe

And you know leaving’s just a little lie

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RISK
(Partridge)
 

Just trying to build a nation
We all need some comfort in this world
Some you win and some you lose
Movin’ pieces round the globe
 
Don’t they all look pretty?
Lined up in a row
A game for all the family
And no one has to know
 
Nation building’s hit a snag
Locals restless on the ground
We may have to make some rubble
If those boys don’t come around
 
Don’t they all look pretty?
Running in a row
A game for all the family
And no one wants to know
 
Oh it’s a risky business
The plastic occupation zone
So I set my sights a little lower
Built a nation of my own
 
Don’t they all look pretty?
Lined up in a row
A game for all my family
And no one needs to know

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SONG V
(Kirk/Partridge)

Lookin’ out over the Humber, bridges breakin’ down in the rain
Posting precious letters to Clarkson, driving to Del Amitri again
Broken white line through the fenland fields, sunrise over the hills
Living the dream on Gs and caffeine, fast food and little white pills
Forty-seven miles to Parkstone, got me a ticket to sail
There was a black dog howling, wind at my back, nowhere to run if I fail

Six wheels good and the blacktop humming
Can’t seem to walk but I can’t stop running
Big metal blues is coming for me
Out of the Orwell and into the sea
 
So we jammed with the band in the ballroom, danced with the diva ’til dawn
I woke up on the floor with feet in my face, not knowing what’s going on
We were building a pyramid, building a pyre, watching the flames as they burn
Lost on the street, drunk on my feet, not knowing which way to turn
 
Six wheels good and the blacktop humming
Can’t seem to walk but I can’t stop running
Big metal blues is coming for me
Out of the Orwell and into the sea
 
I was kicking my heels in the hold-tank, looking back over the blue
The wind in my sails and my country tales are a sorry reflection of you
The end of a trip and I button my lip, a tale coming over the wire
A son of a gun with a band on the run, heartache here for hire
 
Six wheels good and the blacktop humming
Can’t seem to walk but I can’t stop running
Big metal blues is coming for me

Out of the Orwell and into the sea

It don’t take much to make me want to sing,
A man with hope is a man with everything.
Ten fingers, six strings and a whole lot of faith,
Man I got it made.

As long as there is a dream you gotta chase,
As long as there is air for your lungs to take,
One heart to feed and a soul to save,
Man you got it made.

Not even fallen angels can hold me down.
I’ll find my way to some higher ground.

And if your dreams, of they come a crashing down,
You gotta trust yourself to get yourself turned ‘round.
One life to live before the light fades,
Man we got it,
Woman we got it made.

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VANILLA
(Kirk/Hammond) 

Saw you waving from my window
Watched you walking down the road
Looking backwards over your shoulder
I'm not over getting old

I'm not looking for a star to strike me down
I'm not begging for a chance
I'm just waiting with the wallflowers now
Hoping for a dance

We crossed swords in San Francisco
Numbers shared in San Antone
Drank margaritas in the Chilli Parlour Bar
Now you never write, you never phone

I'm not waiting for a blessing from above
Now you can't spare me a glance
I'm just tuning up and counting in the band
Waiting for a dance

I'm not saying I was wrong to criticize
Or everything you said was right
I'm just staying up and thinking of you now

Still dancing through the night

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