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In
1441 we put ourselves to sea
Ferdinand
and me and our fine Toledo steel
Half
a dozen priests and all that they could eat
We
fled the monsters of the deep
As if they were real
When
everybody knows...
Following
the sun, feeling ages run
To
savages who offer up their young
When
everybody knows...
Dancing
all around, El Dorado found
Aztecs
and Incas in Puerto del Sol
When
everybody knows...
Columbus
sailed the ocean blue back in 1492
And
Simon said to others do
What
you would have them do to you
So
it goes, everybody knows...
Everything
you do, it all comes back to you
Everybody
knows
Everything
you do, it all comes back to you
To
the least of my people
Estranjeros,
retornaderos,
Everything
you do, it all comes back to you
And
in the end...
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He
died in the fall, the American Fall
They
said he should fight, he couldn’t see it at all.
What’s
to oppose, a silver star or a yellow rose?
Silent
lights that flash across a screen
It’s
only me and I am only sleeping
If
you turn the music down you can hear my heart
It’s
only me and I am only sleeping
I
may be silent now but you can hear my heart
A
hand pulls my sleeve in the market in Mombassa
I
am so far from home, every inch of me a stranger
I
am afraid; afraid of what I
would do if I were you
You
smiled when you caught my eye
Showed
me birds fighting in the sky
And
said “Look! Kitty Hawks!”
It’s
only me and I am only speaking
Even
though the words I say
Might
sound strange to you
It’s
only me and I am only speaking
I
may be silent now but you can hear my heart
He
died in the fall, the American Fall
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You
are running water
You
are warmest night
You
are my silent watcher
Evil
spirits cannot touch me by your side
In
a hundred years
The
wind will lose our names
Our
shadows never find us
But
you were here
You
knew me when I came
You
spun the world around us
You
are running water
You
are warmest night
You
are my silent watcher
Evil
spirits cannot touch me by your side
And
you never let me down
Any
time I called on you
You
always came around
You
tamed me, renamed me
You
wipe my debts away every day
As
our dreams are caught
And
painted on the ground
While
the sun still shines around us
As
you bathe my way
From
mother nightingale to lady day-today
You
are running water
You
are warmest night
You
are my silent watcher
Evil
spirits cannot touch me by your side
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The
way that you hold me
The
things that you told me
All
seem clear to me now
Your
words in my hand:
“Hope
that I’ll understand”
Well
I do, but you’ll never know how
And
everyone knows but nobody’s telling
So
on it goes, over and over and over again
If
this was the first time I’d believe you
But
this time I will leave you
You
can play your sad and lonely songs to the wall
The
words that you wrote
Like
your hand on my throat
Have
lost their grip on me now
Stories
I told when you had a hold of me
Are
turning out differently now
Everyone
knows, no one needs telling
Wherever
I go
You’ll
never lay one more hand on me now
If
this was the first time I’d believe you
But
this time I will leave you
You
can play your sad and lonely songs to the walls.
You
can play your crazy old songs to the walls
If
this was the first time
You
hadn’t promised all those other times...
This
time I will leave you
You
can play your sorry songs to the wall
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There’s
something new about this morning
I’m
going to find out what it is
Leave
your darkened dreams
And
dress yourself in sunlight
As
I wake you with a kiss
I
have seen no tomorrow but no day like today
Another
sunrise is just promises and hearsay
Tonight we give this all away
Have
you seen them? Angels advancing
Through
my window, spinning and dancing
In
the sunlight I can follow
Every
twist and turn they take
Leave
your darkened dreams
And dress yourself in
sunlight
As I wake you with
a kiss.
Have
you seen them? Angels advancing,
Through
my window, spinning and dancing.
Have
you seen them? Angels advancing,
Through
my window, spinning and dancing.
In
the sunlight I can follow
Every
twist and turn they take.
Breathe
on me spirit of the morning
Breathe
on me spirit of the day
Breathe
on me spirit of the ages
Breathe
on me, oh happy day
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To
cobbled streets and dusty trams,
From
the western hills and the Black and Tans
The
youngest son, just a hired hand
On
the banks of the Clyde he landed
With
his pretty wife’s dark Spanish curls
They
made their home in a different world
And
there they brought their two young girls
To
speak with a different tongue
And
many doors they were closed
When
he opened his mouth.
Stern
faces composed
When
his name was pronounced.
But
the railways were growing still
There
were railway men’s boots to fill
He
walked the lines fixing plates
Until
his soles wore through
If
you take my boots how can I dance?
Where
can I run?
If
you take my boots how can I dance?
Through
the marches and the strikes
He
woke a fire with the first light
Lost
a child to consumption
Saw
the rest through school
And
many doors they were closed
When
they opened their mouths
Same
faces composed
When
their name was pronounced.
But
the people were changing now
Immigrants
spreading out.
They
learned the dances and wondered why
He
would never go home
If
you take my boots how can I dance?
Where
can I run?
If
you take my boots how can I dance?
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We
mark our passing
By
the cars on our driveway
Four
years of Ford.
And
every Sunday get the chrome shining
Count
the scratches on the door
Feels
like losing, losing to Brazil
We
give our precious children gold stars
We
don’t see them grow
And
then we leave them in the schoolyard
To
learn what other children know
Feels
like losing, losing to Brazil
It’s
like Dave Narey, España 86
Puts
us in the lead
With
some kind of crazy long range kick
And
every dream we ever dreamed
Seemed
possible then
Until
one hour and 20 minutes later when
Once
again...
We
were losing, losing to Brazil
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If
you take my gun
You
take the best part of me
If
you take my gun
You
can close the box and carry me home
If
you take my gun
You
take the best part of me
You
can close the box today and carry me home
If
you take my HiFi
You
take the best part of me
If
you take my HiFi
You
can close the box and carry me home
If
you take my HiFi
You
take the best part of me
You
can close the box today and carry me home
Home
on a last chance glory ride
One
slow drag around the hometown square
Drop
me in the churchyard with my daddy
Tell
the kids to come and see me there
If
you take my guitar
You
take the best part of me
If
you take my guitar
You
can close the box and carry me home
If
you take my guitar
You
take the best part of me
You
can close the box today and carry me home
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If
I crossed the Clyde once
I’ve
crossed it 1000 times
Followed
this road that will lead me to you
The
river unwinds as the mountainside climbs
But
they bring me no nearer to you
I
wish I could see you again
Wish
I knew where you’d gone
Wish
I could tell you so many things
Wish
I could see you again
I
followed the signs
By
the light of the morning
Followed
the lights at the end of the day
Followed
the stars
And
I’ve followed their warnings
They
brought me no nearer to you
I
wish I could see you again
Wish
I knew where you’d gone
Wish
I could tell you so many things
Wish
I could see you again
If
I crossed the Clyde once
I’ve
crossed it 1000 times
Followed
this road in my longing for you
I
wish I could know that when the river is gone
This
traveling would bring me to you
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From
Gania More out across Ardbane
See
those black rocks? Just follow my hand
What
the waves leave there might as well be sand
With
the first light on them I will leave this land
For
forests and mountains reaching to the sky
Prairies
wider than my eyes
Where
trees can grow
And
these wild Atlantic winds don’t blow
We’ll
leave these townlands far behind.
We
crossed the mountains in the springtime
Along
the little Tennessee
The
snows were gone when we moved the Injuns on
They
left a farm just right for me them Cherokee
And
forests and mountains reaching to the sky
Prairies
wider than my eyes
Where
things can grow and faster than you know
We
left those townlands far behind
Echota,
buried under the flood...
Now
I’m as rich here as a landlord
Lord
of all that I survey
But
these loughs and hills are strangers to me still
Names
I cannot even say so far away
Names
I cannot even say
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Jesus
went the whole hog
That’s
what Jesus done
Not
just “I’m a friend of God”
He
said, “I’m his son”
And
when they had him in a hole
And
his race was run
He
just kept digging, digging
Until
he was done
Lots
of truth, lots of trouble
So
much to build and so much rubble
Take
that shovel, aint too much trouble
And
you’ll be digging, digging
Until
you are done
Riding
on a donkey, riding on a plane
Where
we are all going
You
will get there just the same
But
there’s no one there to cheer you
In
the 3rd aisle in the rear
If
you aint digging, digging
Until
you are done
Lots
of truth, lots of trouble,
So
much to build and so much rubble.
Take
that shovel, aint too much trouble
You’ll
be digging, digging
Until you are done
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You
were young when you wrote those words
He
was old and had to fail
Just
10 bucks from Baltimore
Every
Christmas mail
The
faces gone, the names go on
Until
no-one remembers
And
no-one knows where they're from
Planting
seeds in every soil
Laying
withered husks beneath the earth
Broken
by a life’s work
Saying
prayers and playing airs
And
giving just enough to pay the fare
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