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Abide With Me
03:52
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no one ever really dies
until their reputation lies unspoken
every thing you gave to me that I repeat
remains out in the open
every time I say your name
or speak your words then someone is reminded
finally I feel at peace while walking the same streets
where you and I lived
fingerprints and footsteps
every mark that you left
that's how you stay alive
letters full of big ideas
opinions that still lead to tears of laughter
for this is ink that cannot fade, while i'm a page
there's always one more chapter
there's a name upon a bench
engraved with dates that mention your existence
i sit with you and watch the birds until they disappear
into the distance
little things and in-jokes
every word that you spoke
that's how you stay alive
abide with me
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Blanding's Turtle
04:01
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The Sky
04:57
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i cannot find you
though i've not been looking
it's just that i've been thinking
which is never a good thing
how i could just call you
like when i used to be daring
now i'm not just shy
i'm also retiring
there is not a part of this that i don't miss
excuse me while i reminisce
the sky is still above all this
now i cannot place you
in any scenario
bar the impossible ones
where we've both got healthy bones
do you treasure the memories like i do?
and should i call you tomorrow?
you'll hear my steps on the driveway
you'll see my face in the window
there is not a part of this that i don't love
excuse me while i reminisce
while the sky is still above all this
from the second the needle drops
we'll be dancing
til the moment the music stops
we'll be dancing
now that same phone is ringing
in your parents hallway
i'm taking you dancing
(which these days means drinking, then sleeping)
so dig out your dancing shoes
and i swear i'll follow suit
it's only a quarter past nine
but did our hips ever click so in time?
i bet that we'll look stupid on the dancefloor
but i don't care if you don't care
look - the sky is still up there
from the second the needle drops
we'll be dancing
til the moment the music stops
we'll be dancing
when they're sweeping our glass from the floor
we'll be singing
til they're kicking us out of the door
we will carry on singing
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4. |
Little Grey Clouds
03:40
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you gatecrashed my life
the unwelcome castaway
you were a little grey cloud
it was a clear blue day
it was all fine for a while
you hid yourself away
you were a little grey cloud
and i didn't need it to rain
then the day you ran away
and the house was not the same
so we fixed some pictures up
and we searched the street in vain
we found you trapped behind a wall
where you never should have been
so we called it east berlin
then you weren't going anywhere
Mm commander in chief
i put my waterproofs on
and i gritted my teeth
in time i learned we were the same
these words you couldn't say out loud
when I was feeling down
we were two little grey clouds
then you broke both your legs
and we never found out how
when they couldn't fix you up
so they had to put you down
and we held each other close
and we called ourselves humane
and our tears felt like rain
oh you've got green eyes
oh you've got blue skin
oh you've got grey fur
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5. |
Not Going Out
03:49
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arrows on screens
glasses in hands
this night never ends
if the night never ends
recipes, comedies
everything, families
i never once felt like i should carry you
this is not how we go out
the night is too young
on the same train
once i called out the platform
the track never ends
if the track never ends
girls who were neighbours
eggs mayonnaises
you never once asked me to carry you
this is not how we go out
the night is too young for where we are going
the night is too young
i'm staying at home
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6. |
The Long Way Home
03:18
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call me a taxi home
make it the slowest car they have
tell him where we live
make him drive the long way
there's a twenty in the drawer
that should be plenty
he can keep the change this time
i can't take it with me
i need my own bed one last time
i've had enough
let's drive the long way home
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7. |
Smell You Later
03:33
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the light goes out
the bulb has gone
the fuse has blown
you carry on
if you close your eyes
will the darkness stop?
how do you tell if i'm even here or not?
meet me in the memory of a half-forgotten dream
and conjure up the words you think I'd say
how can half a conversation just end?
nobody to ask you if you're joking
no one there to tell you that you're wrong
sleep with my pyjamas on the pillow
for now we wait but i will smell you later
sleep in peace
dreams are under-rated but i'll smell you later
close the window
draw the blinds
kiss the picture
you have in mind
if you go to sleep
will the darkness stop?
how do you tell if i'm even here or not?
meet me in the sunshine of a half-forgotten dream
while ever you remember how I feel
how does half a conversation just end?
nobody to laugh along with your rambling
no one there to say you're wrong
sleep with my pyjamas on the pillow
in peace we wait but i will smell you later
sleep for now
dreams are under-rated but i'll smell you later
how can everything just stop?
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is there still love out there
like i once saw in here?
i think we know there must be
we need to make that clear
does fear make it this way?
have we been so let down
that we see no more choice
than grind or be the ground?
so if not this then what
if we have seen the best?
we are all arms and heart
are we the last ones left?
is there a way back home
or are we too far from
the place we ought to be?
if we see the point, do we go on?
have we been sold so short
that we see no more love
and rage at not what's wrong
but at the heart of all that is good
so if not this then what
is left that is not black?
we are all arms and heart
we need to bring it back
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9. |
Evensong
01:34
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10. |
You Can't Worry, Love
03:32
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don't say to me that we've got time
when i've not worn a watch since 1985
there is no such thing as being late
only angry people who are rarely worth the wait
on my death bed
when everythings's been said
you're unlikely to find me
confessing how I wish I'd spent more time worrying about being on time
don't say to me that I look tired
when I've only just got up and it's 10:45
under the duvet as warm as toast
is worth a thousand early morning dismal health kick jokes
on my death bed
when everything's been said
you're unlikely to find me
confessing how I wish I'd spent more time worrying about my health
don't say to me 'c'mon, let's drink up'
when one more drink with you right now feels like just enough
here's to all the cheers of evening's passed
and i would trade an hour from the end to make this last
this software and this hardware could both fail at different times
and life will be as long as life will be
on my death bed
when every rite's been read
you're unlikely to find me
confessing how I wish I'd spent more time worrying
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