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Sutherland, in December
03:13
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Forests of snow & lakes of ice
Winter sunlight on the heather
Stone-white mansion, grey-pebble beach
Sutherland, in December
The old widow knits, her husband's lifetime
Into a white Aran jumper
Or at least what she remembers
From love in Monte Carlo
To windy walks on Fara
Staring out the veranda
To the brown barren mountains
He waves to Sandy the gardener
Gives grains to the pheasants
Tells him that he's lazy
Then asks about the reindeer
Dinner-time silence
Surrounded by these paintings
Four children that they tortured
Who often come and see her
Quickly forgetting
She's not yet gone fully gaga
Gran's doing fine
She's even on The Dragon
Whisky, since he's departed
There's no more obligation
To be a businessman's maiden
She's binned her blue and white apron
Forests of snow & lakes of ice
She's found her solitary haven
The old widow knits
Her husband's lifetime
Christmas gifts for her grandchildren.
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2. |
In The Attic
02:04
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By the fire, by the sea
Well there's one for you & there's one for me
It's a rainy window, let's hope the sun shines
On the lady by the port
Never say the word 'rabbit' on the boat
'Cause you might find holes
In the merry morrow morning
So never, never, never say the word
'Rabbit' on the boat
We don't want, the superstitious
Sailor to sink...
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3. |
The Blind Musician
03:09
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In the mind of the blind musician
A brotherhood of colours dance
Blending in tragic harmony
For the grey cobbled streets of St Malo he plays
The preludes of Chopin
The black and white keys, he easily can trace
As he lets the melody take over
The Sunday crowd find it nice
To be bathing in the warmth
Of this poor man's paradise
The boy throws a coin
For the scoundrel in the suit
His father watches over
Noon slowly sinks
Dusk is creeping in
Debussy he plays
For the drunks who've gone astray
And the punks with their dogs and their collars
Night is pitch black
& the air is ice
As the cut moon reigns over
This poor man's paradise...
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4. |
Escapade
01:26
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5. |
Dianas Pond
02:57
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I was on my way in Tangier
I never thought i'd make it out of here
Waking up in a sunlit tower
The ramadan prayer filled the streets of medina
Clouded thoughts in the wintry dawn
Miss. Twinkle Twang is gone
Hear the roar of the plane above
Sat by the boring pond
I don't want to see this reflection.
I was on my way, in Tangier
I knew that life lay in leaving
The risk was taken
I was out of here
Kibbeh's in the kasbah, them ouds were ringing
Clouded thoughts on a wintry dawn
The rooftop dogs were barking
Hear the roar of the planes above
Sat by Dianas Pond
I don't want to see this reflection.
Why did I go back to Tangier?
The second time 'twas rain and tragic
The first was magic, should've left it here
Where the Mediterranean met the Atlantic.
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6. |
Druid, Droner
01:27
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I'm gonna' sing you a song
That's in the same chord
'Cause i'm bored, in D
Grumpy old D, Druid, Droner...
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7. |
One For The Sinners
04:11
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The newspaper said, the Saints come to town
Tomorrow at the break of day
I read that they'd shoot, any man down
Who'd done evil deeds in his day
So I got on my horse and I rode into town
To warn the drunkards there
'You'd better leave soon, if you don't want your head
To be hanging from a post in the town square
Drink up boys, drink up fast
This'll be the last of many rounds
Before the Saints come into town'
They swiftly downed their whiskies
And they got on their horses
And rode way up to the mountains
The night it was long and the darkness was filled
With the distant sound of a child crying
The morning arrived with the Saints dressed in white
Who proceeded to search all the houses
Little did they know that the Sinners would hide
For they had been too honest
'Search up boys, finish up fast
It is clear, there's no one around'
So the Saints they left the town
The Sinners watched them leave
They cuckooe'd and laughed
And of course, they got back on their horses
They rode down the mountains, in tracks of sunny dust
And were welcomed by their wives and their children
The night it was short, and the bars were busy
With a-clunking, beer glass and music
For the Sinners had won and the Saints had lost
In history's pages, written down as outwitted
'Drink up boys, drink up fast
This'll be the first of many rounds
Now the Saints have left the town'
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8. |
Collecting Dust
01:02
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Collecting dust from the bookshelves
Tableaux's and chalices
Silverfish, eat the pages
Of books gone brown through the ages
Ahouuuh, could it be?
Can't you see that i'm calling
Ahoouh, can you see?
I don't know what i'm doing
See you later alligators
In a while crocodiles
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9. |
Turning Back Time
03:40
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Paintings on the walls
Gramp's invested in them all
Cursiter, Kinnear, Munroe
Stromness looks grand
What about those lush green fields
And what about those oval hills
See the selkie who waves and dances
From a black sea of chimes
It's just the fact that no one's saved
From St Magnus Cathedral to Scapa Graveyard
Walking these lines left unspoken
For a lifetime gone wrong
At least there's still a song to sing
At least there's still a dram to drink
At least there's a tune to remember
Them by now they're gone
Good God, Gramp's, where's your body gone?
You have become, one great big skeleton
Good God, Gran, where's your memory gone?
By the time i'd asked, she'd quickly forgot
And I know, there'll never be, a turning back time
At night, two frail ghosts
Kiss by Spinningdale stream
Where the white moon meets the still loch
Everything is fine...
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