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Here every bird can fly
Go where they will
And every bird can sing
To tell of good or ill
But though this has been true
In memory’s rein
A black road they have built
And fenced the land with chains
And so when you would fly
And would be free
The black road now confines
Your righteous liberty
And so when you would sing
Of true and false
The black road has a rope
To suffocate your voice
They say the black road stands
In time of need
But it squirms like a snake
To bite the hand that feeds
A small bird tried to fly
‘Cross the black road
Now she can sing no more
Nor fly, for she is dead.
Here every bird should fly
Go where they will
And every bird should sing
To tell of good or ill
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The Man's a Hero
03:03
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I’m gonna teach myself
I will be your hero
I will learn from the best
Watch movies and TV shows
You gotta be tough
Gotta show ‘em who’s boss
But most of all it seems to me
You gotta get cross
Fancy gun looks cool
And super power’s a help
Touch of magic comes in handy
And of course colossal wealth
But none of these will work
And no-one gives a toss
If you don’t stare intensely
And act as if you’re cross
So here I am I’ve armed myself
With all these hero’s skills
You don’t need to look no further
I’m the one who kills for you
I am your knight in shining armour
On a winged horse
And all will bow before me
When they see I’m very cross
I’ll charge around the neighbourhood
I’ll put on such a show
And everyone will look and see
That I am your hero
They’ll be impressed but if they’re not
They’ll find it to their cost
There’s no getting away from me
Cos now I’m very cross
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Ashes and Dust
02:50
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Someone do something, someone be first
Everything’s turning to ashes and dust
The crows are lining up along the side of the road
The crows are lining up along the side of the road
What did you think would happen?
What did you think would happen?
Head in the clouds
Head in the sand
Head up your arse
Head in your hands
What did you think would happen?
What did you think would happen?
Done with your talking, run out of trust
Cos everything’s turning to ashes and dust
What did you think would happen?
What did you think would happen?
Money won’t help you, you’re in it with us
Now everything’s turning to ashes and dust
The crows are lining up along the side of the road
The crows are lining up along the side of the road
What did you think would happen?
What did you think would happen?
The crows are lining up along the side of the road
The crows are lining up along the side of the road
The crows are lining up along the side of the road
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Monkey Men
03:17
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Here come the monkey men
Rat a tat tat
Wind em up so
They rat a tat tat
Shields are drumming
The rat a tat tat
Wave their sticks
They rat a tat tat
See the pretty uniforms
And their big black boots
Got a hard on
For rat a tat tat
Give the nod then
Rat a tat tat
Off the leash for
Rat a tat tat
Bones to crack
By rat a tat tat
See the pretty uniforms
And their shiny boots
See the pretty uniforms
Makes you want to think
They signed up for
The rat a tat tat
What they came for
The rat a tat tat
Cha Cha Cha for
The rat a tat tat
All the guys go
Rat a tat tat
See the pretty uniforms
And their marching boots
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The Poison Tree
03:13
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Hang me from the Poison Tree
I like the sound of what you say
I’m born lucky, stay that way
If fate don’t kick the chair from under me
Hang me from the Poison Tree
Mine is mine, come what may
I’m born lucky, stay that way
If fate don’t kick the chair from under me
Hang me from the Poison Tree
Law and order, make my day
I’m born lucky, stay that way
If fate don’t kick the chair from under me
Hang me from the Poison Tree
They want something, they can pray
I’m born lucky, stay that way
If fate don’t kick the chair from under me
Louder than the word of God
Hang me from the Poison Tree
I’ll be fine come judgment day
I’m born lucky, stay that way
If fate don’t kick the chair from under me
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Landlord, landlord, pity me
I have no coins to pay my rent
My wage is for my family
Still hungry when the money’s spent
Times are hard for all these days
But there’s no right to paradise
I’ve got the bailiffs on their way
To help you with your sacrifice
Shopkeeper, you would help me
Or make believe that it is so
But to debt and penury
Is the path you’d have me follow
Times are hard for all these days
But there’s no right to paradise
Food aplenty if you pay
So you must choose your sacrifice
Member of the Parliament
Whose promises some voted for
Tell this to your Government
The day has come to help the poor
Times are hard for all these days
But there’s no right to paradise
My pension and expenses paid
Before we talk of sacrifice
Tell the lucky few they must
Learn to share with us their profit
They would have us pay the cost
And keep their lucre in their pockets
Times are hard for all these days
But there’s no right to paradise
Take their riches all away
Then see how they like sacrifice
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A white dove flew afar one day
To find a precious olive tree
Its eye was taken by a grove
Where leaves and fruit were plentiful
Turning in the air to seek
The tree that bore the sweetest leaf
It found a bough to perch within
And landed by a peregrine.
Proud falcon, said the dove, I fear
You do intend to kill me here
The peregrine could but agree
That some will die so he can eat
But you must spare me, cried the dove
For man has chosen me to prove
That with an olive branch he can
Make peace between his fellow men
The peregrine stared at the dove
But could make no attempt to move
The dove saw that his fearsome claws
Had sprung a trap, were held by force
The dove feared not the falcon’s eyes
When in man’s favour it could fly
My friend now comes for you, it laughed,
And flew off with its olive branch
The falcon watched the dove fly high
And careless ‘cross the open sky
But the bird was swift struck down
And died before it reached the ground
Here flew the mother peregrine
Who took this prey to feed their young
And left behind man’s olive branch
A morsel for the hungry worms
The white dove mocked a peregrine
It won’t be so mistook again
Learn from the error that it made
When for another’s cause it died
Watch for those you turn upon
When they’re constrained by misfortune
Take care the men whose coin you take
Their promises won’t save your neck
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The Crap That You Talk
03:58
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Eve lying round in the Garden of Eden
Thinks I can’t be doing this until the day I die
Says to the Serpent ‘Where’s a girl to get some action?’
He says ‘Adam is your man, he might have something you can try.’
Adam looks at Eve, he says ‘I have dominion over
Everything I see and that includes you too.’
Eve gives a sigh and glancing up to heaven says
‘Lord, is he really the best that you can do?’
I don’t care if you’re big or small
I don’t care if you’re short or tall
I don’t care if you’re plain or grand
It’s the crap that you talk that I can’t stand
Sleeping Beauty running out of patience
Waiting for a saviour come over break the spell
A brave knight shows up braying on the door
Says ‘Bet you won’t believe when you hear what I got to tell.
I slayed every dragon and conquered many armies
I rode a thousand miles so I could get to you’
Beauty says ‘Well, I’m going back to sleep now, cos
Lord, is this really all that you guys ever do?’
I don’t care if you’re brave or fearful
I don’t care if you’re happy or tearful
I don’t care if you’re bright or bland
It’s the crap that you talk that I can’t stand.
Tell me I can’t seem to understand
Why it’s such hard work to be a man
I don’t care if you’re bald or hairy
I don’t care if you’re tame or lairy
I don’t care if you’re saved or damned
It’s the crap that you talk that I can’t stand
I been thinking ‘bout where we’ve got to
Promise was your word and my dream is but a dream
Turns out you’re still a work in progress and
Listening to you just makes me want to shout and scream
You just gotta be right about everything
If ever there’s a last word, I’m hearing it from you
Can’t stop yourself from giving an opinion
Lord, is that really all that you can ever do?
I don’t care if it’s this or that
I don’t care if you know or not
I don’t care if you’re thick or smart
It’s the crap that you talk that broke my heart
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Will Good & The Mattes England, UK
Will Good and The Mattes is the public persona of SteveC, a songwriter in the far north of England. The (mostly) guitar- based approach is focused on (mostly) songs on anything from climate change to political rant to personal crisis. Definitely not Einaudi. ... more
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