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I Wish
04:34
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I'm looking at the world again, through my microscopic lens. It isn't all it used to be, So many things I don't want you to see. I wish, I wish. For the healing of the sick and then, for all the rich and mighty men to give back to the world again. I wish, I wish.
I'm looking at the world again, through my microscopic lens and everything is a little strange, we never quite get to the point of change. I wish, I wish. That I could someday understand the complicatedness of man. How did it get so out of hand. I wish, I wish.
Dum de dum de dum dum dum. Da da dum da dum dum dum. I wish, I wish.
For the healing of the sick and then for all the rich and mighty men to give back to the world again. I wish. That I could someday understand the complicatedness of man. How did it get so out of hand. I wish. For the healing of the sick and then for all the rich and mighty men to give back to the world again. I wish, I wish. Hmm-mm, Ta da!
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Missing Dialogue
02:52
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So forbidden that it can't be written I don't know what I'm gonna say to you. No mistaking what I'm contemplating takes away the words that I would say to you. Ink bled, book red, no dialogue.
What will we want when we're walking wounded, words which we waste wishing hate on the world? When will we weave words we wouldn't want whispered, words which would wake whomsoever heard?
All I do is make my own stupid mistakes but they tell me somewhere I will find it's written, if you clean the stains all the words remain but it's not as if I didn't try to listen, and I can't read what I can't see. I can't believe that you don't bleed. I can't feed this fear within me, can't leave until I know you've heard.
So forbidden that it can't be written I don't know what I'm gonna say to you. No mistaking what I'm contemplating takes away the words that I would say to you. Ink bled, book red, no dialogue.
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On Your Own
03:24
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Don't ask me if you don't want my opinion. Don't think that you can make me take your side. I don't even want to try to see your reason. Don't think that you can make me tell your lies. Your lies. Your lies.
They take and break and tear away at happy homes. They shake and rattle causing everyone to battle on their own. So fake, they grate and grind away at happy homes. They stake and shatter causing everyone to batter all their own.
We don't need your mass rejection, all we need is child protection. Don't you know, you're on your own. Don't you know, you're on your own. You're on your own. Don't you know, you're on your own.
One side and other side and maiden in the middle cries and all the time you tell your lies she's feeding off your cyanide. Pass the buck and peek and pry and bribe to be the better side and all the time you take and try to get your kids to tell your lies.
They take and break and tear away at happy homes. They shake and rattle causing everyone to battle on their own. So fake, they grate and grind away at happy homes. They stake and shatter causing everyone to batter all their own.
We don't need your mass rejection, all we need is child protection. Don't you know, you're on your own. Don't you know, you're on your own. You're on your own. Don't you know, you're on your own.
You're on your own. Don't you know, you're on your own. One side and other side and maiden in the middle cries and all the time you tell your lies she's feeding off your cyanide. Pass the buck and peek and pry and bribe to be the better side and all the time you take and try to get your kids to tell your lies. One side and other side and maiden in the middle cries and all the time you tell your lies she's feeding off your cyanide. Pass the buck and peek and pry and bribe to be the better side and all the time you take and try to get your kids to tell your lies. You're on your own. Don't you know, you're on your own.
You're on your own.
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Hollow I Am
04:01
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Hollow I am. You've left me empty. You're not the man that I thought that you'd be. Can't understand, how you can let time go to waste, leaving your children to prey as they wait for you to take some time away from you, to take your place in childhood dreams.
Don't come back knocking at my door but I hope you've found what your looking for. Don't come back knocking at my door but I hope you've found what your looking for.
Hollow I am. You've left me empty. You're not the man that I thought that you'd be. Can't understand, how you can let time go to waste, leaving your children to prey as they wait for you to take some time away from you, to take your place in childhood dreams.
Don't come back knocking at my door but I hope you've found what your looking for. Don't come back knocking at my door but I hope you've found what your looking for.
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0509
03:07
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Don't be sad to let things go, to watch them drop and watch them grow. Make a little room in your hands to hold mine in yours, in yours and don't be bothered by your past or mine, our story's changing all the time, tale we'll be telling 0509 will be, I do, I do. Don't be shy when I read and quote the words you put on a post it note, the IOU one lifetime that you wrote.
Tell your mum and dad that you will not be coming home, the hand that isn't holding mine can hold the telephone. Tell your mum and dad that you will not be coming home, now that I have gotten hold of you, now that I have gotten hold of you.
Don't be sad to let things go, to watch them drop and watch them grow. Make a little room in your hands to hold mine in yours, in yours and don't be bothered by your past or mine, our story's changing all the time, tale we'll be telling 0509 will be, I do, I do and don't be shy when I read and quote the words you put on a post it note, the IOU one lifetime that you wrote.
Tell your mum and dad that you will not be coming home, the hand that isn't holding mine can hold the telephone. Tell your mum and dad that you will not be coming home, now that I have gotten hold of you, now that I have gotten hold of you.
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The Windmill Song
03:06
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Sitting on my windmill, looking down the world goes round and round, round and round. Sitting on my windmill, looking down the world goes round and round, round and round and the clouds are changing round and there are patterns to be found but I can't see them. Potato printed in the sky so dogs, old men and sheep can fly in freedom.
Sitting on my windmill, looking down the world goes round and round, round and round. Sitting on my windmill, looking down the world goes round and round, round and round and the grass is moving round and daisies pin pricked in the ground are gently dancing. Politely bow and dose doe and pirouette on tippy toes then parting.
Sitting on my windmill, looking down the world goes round and round, round and round. Sitting on my windmill, looking down the world goes round and round, round and round and the waves are rolling round and passing boats can all be found, riding white horses. Cotton coated cavalry uniting both the sand and sea in pure bliss.
Sitting on my windmill, looking down the world goes round and round, round and round. Hmm-mm on my windmill.
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Refuse Sack
02:53
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My feet are black. My hair's shaved back. Holding on to life in a refuse sack. On Galway green, time stops for me as the sun plays with my skin.
My feet are black and my hair's shaved back. Holding on to life in a refuse sack. On Galway green, time stops for me as the sun plays with my skin and it's high time I found a place for me to run to. It's my time, you won't find me if you try to.
My feet are black and my hair's shaved back. Holding on to life in a refuse sack. The things I've seen turn my blood thin, still I'm safer here than I've ever been and it's high time I found a place for me to run to. It's my time and you won't find me if you try to.
My feet are black and my hair's shaved back. Holding on to life in a refuse sack. On Galway green, time stops for me as the sun plays with my skin and it's high time I found a place for me to run to. It's my time, you won't find me if you try to.
It's my time.
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My Pride
02:40
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When I look back on hard times, I ask myself why. As I search for a reason a tear gently falls from my eye. But would I be here and have her by my side, had I not been through all of this, had my strength not been tested and tried?
For every loss, through all the pain, she closes the holes left inside. For every fear, through all the shame in my child I can always confide.
When I see my little girl smile, my troubles they swiftly subside. All I feel when I look in her eyes is a warmth as my heart fills with pride. All I feel when I look in her eyes is a warmth as my heart fills with pride.
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Hard On You
03:54
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Stella Sits Alone
04:27
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Stella sits alone. Singing songs that one day all her dreams would fly her home and the doorstep signs envy above her head in bold, as the rain creeps in, she clenches her toes and the world just goes and the world just goes and the world just goes. Hmm-mm.
Stephen turned to stone. Someone told me once he'd be much better now he's gone. As the coldness takes over his breath is all he holds and the pain fades away, his eyes gently close and the world just goes and the world just goes and the world just goes. Hmm-mm.
Sophie says she's done. Somehow she believed there was no need to carry on. Her reflections all broken in the mirrors that she holds. As she pulls down her sleeves the blood stains her clothes. The world just goes. The world just goes and the world just goes. Hmm-mm.
Simon stays at home. A single life lead him to lies that will never let him go and the words said won't bring rest as he strains to hold the load and the whiskey it dry's, his head falls down low and the world just goes and the world just goes and the world just goes. Hmm-mm.
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Mr Man
03:09
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Hey Mr man, if you don't mind, I could really use, a little more time. My diary's full, deadline's fine, gonna need another minute in this day of mine. Hey Mr man, if you don't mind, I could really use a little more time, you've been working all day, now you know you've gotta try to bring the bread to the nest before your birds all fly. Hey Mr, Mr man. Hey Mr, Hey Mr man.
Don't be questioning my reasons. Don't be asking why. When the sky stands still and the moon stops moving we're gonna need a little more time, Mr man.
Hey Mr man, if you don't mind, I could really use a little more time. You know I'll pay you back as soon as I can get a dime for all the writing I been doing on these songs of mine. Hey Mr man, if you don't mind, I could really use, a little more time, didn't mean to let you down, I need another chance to shine, show you everything is gonna be just fine. Hey Mr, Mr man. Hey Mr, Hey Mr man.
Don't be questioning my reasons. Don't be asking why. When the sky stands still and the moon stops moving we're gonna need a little more time, Mr man.
Hey Mr man, if you don't mind, I could really use a little more time. I've gone and gotten pretty fond of this life of mine, I ain't ready to be crossing to the other side. Hey Mr, Mr man. Hey Mr, Hey Mr man. Hey Mr man.
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I Run
05:36
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A young girl of fourteen ran from social care with a bag for her clothes and a bik for her hair, she ran to deer Dublin with a wee Irish man, as she stepped from the lorry she shook his wee hand. She found a new home in a Grafton street shop, the doorstep of Envy was where she would stop, with a bag for a pillow and a whistle in hand she played a sweet ditty and sang to the land. I run for my freedom but not from my own. I would not be running if I had a home. I'll take what you give me with thanks in my song, so I can keep running to where I belong.
As Grafton street danced to her song in the air, the women sold heather and flowers for your hair and the boy and cart carriages carried their load while the artists drew symphonies out in the road. With nothing to rush for and nowhere to go, time had no place in this story she told, for each penny placed in the hat by her hand, her heart it did heal and regain faith in man. I run for my freedom but not from my own. I would not be running if I had a home. I'll take what you give me with thanks in my song, so I can keep running to where I belong.
The young girl she found that the road could be hard. She walked with her feet bare and blackened by tar. She stood by the river and there she did find a new home of Faultue with people so kind. They washed her and clothed her and cared for her health, they did not want money they cared not for wealth. The hall it was dry and the soup it was warm, in return for their kindness she sang them her song. I run for my freedom but not from my own. I would not be running if I had a home. I'll take what you give me with thanks in my song, so I can keep running to where I belong.
The wind it did guide her to travel the land, from protests to parties and small Irish towns, 'till one day in Galway her heart she had found in the gift of a pen and the words she wrote down. 'Twas on Galway green she knew she belonged. Wherever she rested was where she'd call home, for now she relied on the kindness of man, the Guitar she held and the songs that she sang. I run for my freedom but not from my own. I would not be running if I had a home. I'll take what you give me with thanks in my song, so I can keep running to where I belong. To where I belong.
I run for my freedom but not from my own. I would not be running if I had a home. I'll take what you give me with thanks in this song, so I can keep running to where I belong.
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Fantasy
04:48
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I don't need this. Somehow it's not right to fantasize of romance and dancing through the night. Your tenderness and passion wraps me up in dreams. A voice as soft as satin. I'm breaking at the seams and I am falling deeper in to you.
You become my skin, surrounding me, keeping me in. You become my space. Warm and safe in your embrace.
I don't need this. Somehow it's not right to fantasize of romance and dancing through the night. Your tenderness and passion wraps me up in dreams. A voice as soft as satin. I'm breaking at the seams and I am falling deeper in to you.
You become my skin, surrounding me, keeping me in. You become my space. Warm and safe in your embrace.
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Writers Block
03:19
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Oh I really haven't got an awful lot to say, being that I am a writer I'm not sure that that's okay. Every word I need to find is taking too much time, grinding on the matter of my teeny tiny mind and I'm afraid my little brain is leaking at the mains, clogging up the cogging and the plugs stuck in the drain. Everybody knows you overfill you overflow. I'm loosing all my braincells out my eyes and down my no-uh-oh-oh, uh oh, uh oh-oh-oh, oh, uh oh-oh-oh.
Oh I really haven't got an awful lot to say. I've been staring into tumble weed and lost in dust all day and all the floaters in my eyes made my brain immobilize, can't see beyond the dancing of those multicoloured flies and I'm afraid my every phrase is lost inside a maze. I've got a nasty feeling that it's more than just a phase. As all the hedging grows I'm getting lost inside the rows. The words are buried deeper in my mind and I don't know-uh-oh-oh, uh oh, uh oh-oh-oh, oh, uh oh-oh-oh.
Oh I really haven't got an awful lot to say. All my thoughts have turned to vices one by one they've turned away and now they're starting to withdraw, I feel I must implore, why I'm kneeling by my bedside picking braincells off the floor. I'm afraid I can't contain all the matter in my brain, my neurons have been battered and will never feel the same. The cellular mitosis has been stopped dead in mid process. I don't know if you've noticed but I don't know what to say. I just don't know. uh oh, uh oh-oh-oh, oh, uh oh-oh-oh.
Oh I really haven't got an awful lot to say, being that I am a writer I'm not sure that that's okay. Every word I need to find is taking too much time, grinding on the matter of my teeny tiny mind and I'm afraid my little brain is leaking at the mains, clogging up the cogging and the plugs stuck in the drain. Everybody knows you overfill you overflow. I'm loosing all my braincells out my eyes and down my no-uh-oh-oh, uh oh, uh oh-oh-oh, oh, uh oh-oh-oh.
Oh, uh oh, uh oh-oh-oh, oh, uh oh-oh-oh. Oh, uh oh, uh oh-oh-oh, oh, uh oh-oh-oh.
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Ange Hardy England, UK
Nominated for the Horizon Award for best emerging talent at the 2015 BBC Radio 2 Folk Awards, Ange Hardy is a folk singer, songwriter and recording artist from West Somerset, England. Ange performs original contemporary songs written in a traditional style with an emphasis on vocal harmony. ... more
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