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Draw The Line
03:09
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I caught a train into the past,
Through Castlefields and ripped up tracks,
Past ghosts of mountains; coal and men,
And memories of way back when.
From Kippax peak to Allerton swamp,
Garforth's cliff, Cas Vegas drop
Terrace rows and semi dwells;
Rural heaven or suburban hell?
Did they clone the father in the rising son
Through lovers lost and hearts I've won?
Did I ape the footsteps or clear the path,
Break the cycle or repeat the past?
I'm farther back.
If on hill I stood and could shout out loud,
"I did him right, I did him proud!"
Then only only whisper half a truth,
I can only come this far for proof.
So, if Jesus lies between the lines
Of early doors and closing time
Say four hail Marys for me, my son,
And make them triple bloody ones.
Now my work's half done, I'll say my friend,
Draw the line, begin again.
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Reborn
03:40
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So you stand upon the edge, my boy
And what have you to show?
All the years you thought would lie ahead,
Ah, where did they all go?
And all the 'ifs' and all the 'maybes'
All come up to none,
You just need to set your eyes again
On the ruby rising sun.
Blurred confusion
Taught contusion
I think it's coming, I think it's coming.
No noise, just sound, no sky just ground.
I think it's coming, I think it's coming for me.
A whole lifetime of words to say,
But no air left to speak.
Did you find your own song my friend;
Find the truth that you seek?
Were the wall you built to keep them at bay,
Or stop yourself from getting in?
Your own personal pride and prejudice,
Your original mortal sin.
Blurred confusion
Taught contusion
I think it's coming, I think it's coming.
No noise, just sound, no sky just ground.
I think it's coming, I think it's coming for me.
And as you open up your eyes again,
All wired up and torn,
You feel you've redrawn the line again,
Now you know you're reborn.
Blurred confusion
Taught contusion
I think it's coming, I think it's coming.
No noise, just sound, no sky just ground.
I think it's coming, I think it's coming for me.
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3. |
False Prophets
03:52
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They put things into boxes; four sides to contain and cage;
To hide away, to take from view, anonymous and shut away.
They packed away the golden palace, because they couldn’t make it pay.
Tore down all the side shows, and now they’ve sent the attractions away.
When you’ve sold off the family silver, there’s no more thoughts of gold.
When you auction away all the things that you love, does it warm you against the cold;
Now you’ve been sold?
Did you get what you want?
Did you get what you need?
Or did you take to the open road,
Just to see where you’ll be?
Lame, weak and barely remembered, except in a passing thought,
A chance to stand then walk on by, or wither, wilt and rot.
They pulled down the walls of sanctuary, to add to the baron’s trough.
And the sheltered lay awake in a corridor space till their name can be crossed off.
When you’ve sacrificed your sense of dignity, there’s no pride in defeat.
When you’ve given your gun to the soldiers that turns, no loss feels more complete.
Bittersweet.
Did you get what you want?
Did you get what you need?
Or did you take to the open road,
Just to see where you’ll be?
You lost your soul to the market,
You found your God on TV,
And you prayed to the great white hope
For redemption and peace.
If you take the swindlers, then I’ll take the spies.
If you keep the promises, I’ll deal with the lies.
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Here I See Me
03:51
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Three way road;
Not sure which way I need to go;
Charging on without direction,
I feel real flow,
Not guided by a thought I know,
Everything is one reaction.
Here I see me,
Just a force of motion; kinaesthetic oration,
Here I see me,
Just brief distraction in my own obsession,
Here I see me out tonight.
Way not shown,
Just blown along an endless path
Journey not a destination,
Lent not owned,
The time we have it seems so long,
It’s nothing but a tiny fraction.
Here I see me,
A moment’s light in an age of darkness,
Here I see me,
A tiny interlude in a grand narration,
Here I see me out tonight.
Everything you know
Is something that is soon forgotten.
Everything you’re shown,
Changes from the fresh to rotten.
So the world has turned, you’ve yet to learn,
It’s a borrowed gift so make today your passion,
Now, here I see me out tonight.
I’m a universe in a speck of desert sand;
I’m infinity in the newborn baby’s hand.
I’m everything you’ve heard,
And everything you’ve ever needed ,
I’m all you never earned,
And every lesson you never heeded.
Here I see me,
Just brief distraction in my own obsession,
Here I see me,
A tiny interlude in a grand narration,
Here I see me out tonight.
Everything you know
Is something that is soon forgotten.
Everything you’re shown,
Changes from the fresh to rotten.
So the world has turned, you’ve yet to learn,
It’s a borrowed gift so make today your passion,
Now, here I see me out tonight.
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5. |
Tell Me It's Not Me
03:44
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Well I can tell by the smile upon your face,
You’ve been doing me wrong, doing me disgrace.
Now you tell me I got misinformation,
I’m telling your down I got the right direction.
You played with my heart,
You’re breaking me down with your deception,
But I can’t face on losing you,
No I can’t lose you’re warm affection,
You tear me apart,
But I can’t live without the connection
So I’m begging you please,
Tell me it’s not me.
You’re playing around , running round all night,
Leaving me home stealing all my fight,
And you tell me it’s my imagination
Making this out to be my frustration.
You played with my heart,
You’re breaking me down with your deception,
But I can’t face on losing you,
No I can’t lose you’re warm affection,
You tear me apart,
But I can’t live without the connection
So I’m begging you please,
Tell me it’s not me.
Your cold loving sets ablaze to my soul,
Your sweet, sweet talking is the dream I got sold,
I got a whole lot of nothing from the time we had,
I can’t count all the times you’ve treat me oh so bad,
But I can’t take losing though you do me wrong,
No I can’t take a losing though you do me wrong,
I’m begging you please
I’m begging you on my bended knees,
Tell me it’s not me.
Your cold loving sets ablaze to my soul,
Your sweet, sweet talking is the dream I got sold,
I got a whole lot of nothing from the time we had,
I can’t count all the times you’ve treat me oh so bad,
But I can’t take losing though you do me wrong,
No I can’t take a losing though you do me wrong,
No I can’t take a losing though you do me wrong,
No I can’t take a losing though you do me wrong,
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Russet To Silver
01:08
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Time Lies
03:57
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In a sea of memories and moments,
It seems like it never got broken,
All soft glittering and golden
It shines; beauty beholden.
Time lines, distant dates,
Chance to measure out your fate in moments.
Time lies, seldom straight,
Casts a shadow on the words
Spoken that you’ve chosen not to hear.
In days, you edit your yesteryears;
Wearing down sandstone with all that you think gleams.
You share and then when it comes undone,
You swear your truth is the only one.
Time lines, distant dates;
Chance to measure out your fate in moments.
Time lies, seldom straight,
Casts a shadow on the words
Spoken, but you’ve chosen not to hear.
Days gone by,
Memories lie,
Time flies by,
But tears you cry,
Are dulled by the weight of the years.
Time lines, distant dates,
Chance to measure out your fate.
Time lies, seldom straight,
Casts a shadow on the pain
You’ve forgotten just how to feel.
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Maybe
05:56
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Jump start at eight; you’re an hour too late, still you turn away,
From the thoughts of the stares, that they’ll know that you’re there
And in the way, and still they’ll say:
Walking only gets you where you think you should be,
Moved in a town you don’t fit in.
A day in a hundred, you will pass muster among the crowds,
A lull in the battle, peace in the chatter that’s oh so loud,
And you say it proud:
Walking only gets you where you think you should be,
A place you know you can feel free,
Maybe,
Did you trade in your fade in for almost there?
Maybe,
You’re chasing the days with the golden air,
They’re not quite there.
You’re falling, in void no hope of the ground,
Lost in the space; lost in the sound.
Maybe,
Did you trade in your fade in for almost there?
Maybe,
You’re chasing the days with the golden air,
They’re not quite there.
You’re falling, in void no hope of the ground,
Lost in the space; lost in the sound.
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9. |
The Winter
04:12
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So now the summer lies in ruins
All rust and all asleep,
A gold explosion of a dying sigh.
All is fleeting, all intransient
Caught on the endless turning wheel
Into the tunnel away from the dying light.
But while the golden beams still dapple,
Like a lover's sweet caress
Upon your face, upon the morning,
Upon the one I love the most.
I'm begging please,
On bended knees
Won't you save my soul through winter?
So as the daylight shrinks away,
Like a child too small, afraid
Hunched down by a candle in the darkened room;
As we clear the dust away-
The broken promises of May,
As the firelight cleanses nature's darkened room,
I see your light still in the shadows,
Like an ever burning glow;
Like a lamp to light the traveller,
A burning symbol yet of hope.
I'm begging please,
On bended knees
Won't you save my soul through winter?
And in the ever lasting constant of an ever changing life
Won't you stay to be the wonder that keeps my dreams so sweet alive?
Through the smoke rings and the debris,
In the misty morning air,
Through the rain as the sullen angels cry
For the annual armageddon;
For the cull and letting lie;
For the darkness brought to bring the world to sleep;
Won't you breathe your life upon me-
Bring me back to where I need?
Won't you scatter all my ashes;
Scatter me away to seed?
I'm begging please,
On bended knees
Won't you save my wretched soul?
I'm begging please,
On bended knees
Won't you save my soul through winter?
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10. |
Mid Winter
01:41
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Heaven Bound
05:05
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Night falls down,
Smothering light, all sound
In a quilt of stars
Wrapped around who we are.
An if everything they showed me,
All the world had to show me on this spinning stone
Was elaborate illusion wrapped in eloquent confusion
Since my time began
Would you spin me round once more
Upon this glittering floor back around the sun
With the truth in your eyes?
If stars are lives;
Stories told burning bright
Would I shine all night,
Or cross and burn the sky?
And if everything I said
And every word I laid
On this spinning stone,
Was a fantasist delusion
With an arrogance infusion
In a righteous tone,
Would you dance me round again
Among the starry firmament unafraid, alone
With the truth in your eyes?
Dance me through the heavens
Through the glorious seven
Until the sun grows cold.
Send me in a vision
Through reality’s collision
Until time grows old.
Raise me into rapture
Through the universe’s fracture
‘til I find myself.
Has this become the moment
All my stars have chosen?
Only time will tell.
If dreams don’t fly
Then tell me why
Do we aim so high?
If all that’s left is crash and burn,
I’ll turn to sky and heavenward turn.
Dance me through the heavens
Through the glorious seven
Until the sun grows cold.
Send me in a vision
Through reality’s collision
Until time grows old.
Raise me into rapture
Through the universe’s fracture
Until I find myself.
Has this become the moment
All my stars have chosen?
Only time will tell.
And if this is time
No fanfare, no line
I’ll stay beside
Nothing is forever left behind.
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Your Sweet Time
02:23
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I’ll come with you dear, if my call you’ll hear
Just give me some of your sweet time.
I’ll tow any line, let me change your mind,
Just give me some of your sweet time.
Words speak softly, deeds speak truly,
You must prove you’re divine.
I’ll say in any words, any thought any verse,
Just give me some of your sweet time,
From my verse to my purse; from my thought to my verse;
Just give me some of your sweet time.
Words speak softly, deeds speak truly,
You must prove you’re divine.
I’ll come with you dear, if my call you’ll hear
Just give me some of your sweet time.
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Epiphany Flurries
00:31
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I'll Be The Rest
03:10
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When high thoughts fail and words won’t sail
And days seem hard to bear;
When all seems bleak and life won’t speak,
In words that you can hear;
When you’re torn through,
Ripped to shreds and tattered into to two;
When the night feels cold and long with no-one there;
Just you hold on, there’s nothing in your heart I see as wrong.
And if you be the one, then I’ll be the rest.
When it all shuts down, no crash recovery to be found;
When your mind has gone and you lose your time and place;
When your Word’s not there; all your actions seeming stuck in solid air,
And the pill seems hard to take;
When you’ve gone through
Everything you thought you cannot do,
And you’ve shot your horse before it’s even raced;
When you jack it in; too scared to face the power you have within;
Well, if you be the one, then I’ll be the rest.
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Time Flows By
04:34
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I see it written in your eyes;
The truth within your smile you cannot hide.
It’s been floating for a while;
The moment where we both admit it’s time.
And though we walk down streets that made us
We talk without a whisper or a sound.
And if the time was on our side you know I’d make us,
But time and tide they sweep aside
The dreams I’d always hoped would bide with you.
I saw it coming on the tide;
One last leave before you sailed from home.
And though I know that deep inside,
Your heart is settled you’ll still choose to roam.
And when you find the thing you hope that will content you,
I’ll still be here waiting as before.
And when you see that grass is green from whichever side you look,
I’ll hear your step upon the path,
And leave the key above my old front door.
Time flows by,
Water ebbing endless over stone.
Time flows by
Day by day and night by night,
Sea to shore and dark to light you home.
Time flows by,
Water ebbing endless over stone.
Time flows by
Day by day and night by night,
Sea to shore and dark to light,
Light to bring you home to me once more.
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Lighter Nights
01:01
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Day By Day
04:50
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You’re a morning sun, you fade in from
The day before that wore me down into nothing,
You bring me awake.
And as I fade from gloom in your sun blessed room
As the light invades it takes me far from this dark,
And inner space.
‘Cause when the morning comes, it’s all undone,
You’re the fresh start I was promised.
I’ll take it all as read, and if the truth be said,
It’s this that keeps me honest;
That if it’s down to fate to wipe my slate,
I wouldn’t keep a word still on it,
I didn’t mean or didn’t say.
If it all falls, sweeps out all before
In this life,
There’s nothing else I’d choose but to stay with you
In this life,
Day on day.
When the hours all end, no time to spend,
Then you my friend and I should stroll together,
And see it fade.
Until then let’s mend the tears and rends,
Let’s make amends for all the time we never
Had behind.
‘Cause when it’s said and done, you’re the only one,
That sees it as I’m hearing.
And when you tell it true, it’s like I always knew
That my only fear was fearing.
So if you tell me loud and tell me proud
Your words I’ll hear as written,
Clear on my slate.
If it all falls, sweeps out all before
In this life,
There’s nothing else I’d choose but to stay with you
In this life,
Day on day.
Day by day we fade away,
We never stay, so this I say;
I pray today, you’ll find a way
To make it through with me all the way.
‘Cause when the morning comes, it’s all undone,
You’re the fresh start I was promised.
I’ll take it all as read, and if the truth be said,
It’s this that keeps me honest;
That if it’s down to fate to wipe my slate,
I wouldn’t keep a word still on it,
I didn’t mean or didn’t say.
If it all falls, sweeps out all before
In this life,
There’s nothing else I’d choose but to stay with you
In this life,
Day on day.
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18. |
Son Of The Jack
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I dropped the burden along the highway,
Gave the driver all my cash and the keys,
And turned my back on all the roads that lead back home
Turned myself to face up to me.
Spent thirty seven years on probation,
I’ve got a lifetime left to get it right;
But when your time is measured out by the beat of the drum,
You haven’t time to see the end in sight.
You haven’t time to see the end in sight.
I’ve got my cards down on the table,
And the joker still laughs in my face,
I’m the son of the Jack turned red from the black,
I’m the King without a queen or ace.
I found no answer from the frowning doctors,
I got not wisdom from my neighbours in Hell,
I heard no certainty from the friends and the loved,
No solace in the news that I read.
I found no truth within the Holy Bible,
No certainty in scripture or scroll,
I just need the hope in break of the morning light,
To save my mortal soul.
To save my mortal soul.
I’ve got my cards down on the table,
And the joker still laughs in my face,
I’m the son of the Jack turned red from the black,
I’m the King without a queen or ace.
When your life has no place, like a passing plane;
Just a bird for another’s idea,
The truth is what you make for yourself,
The truth is what you make for yourself.
Now my hands grasp for something to cling to,
Something certain in an unsure fate,
A place in space and time that I can call mine,
Change before it gets too late.
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19. |
Everything
04:26
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You’re clear in your mind, it’s a vision,
The past is behind, just illusion.
There’s nothing you’ve said, or thought
That keeps you tied to any one thing.
It’s all in your head, all reasoned,
Your ghosts laid to rest, all seasons
Pass by the way, all caught
In a wheel of fortune made for yourself.
You don’t need to cry when you wake from the fall,
You don’t need to hide, just answer the call,
You don’t need to speak when all has been said,
You just find the light in your heart and shine it.
You’re lifting it up, you’re a tower,
You’re shaking it up, you’re the power,
So time to make sweet from the sour,
You’re every moment, every hour, you’re everything.
Your soul is a state, it’s an empire
You heart is the gate past the wire
You placed to protect from those,
Who’d steal the treasure hidden within.
You’ve broken the line, you’ve torn,
The map of your life, you’re reborn ,
You’ve redrawn the line between,
Your heart and soul from all that you’ve seen.
You don’t need to cry when you wake from the fall,
You don’t need to hide, just answer the call,
You don’t need to speak when all has been said,
You just find the light in your heart and shine it.
You’re lifting it up, you’re a tower,
You’re shaking it up, you’re the power,
So time to make sweet from the sour,
You’re every moment, every hour, you’re everything.
Every time you reached for the brakes;
Every missed line and every mistake;
Every risk you could ever take;
Tear up the rule book and burn the pages.
You’re lifting it up, you’re a tower,
You’re shaking it up, you’re the power,
So time to make sweet from the sour,
You’re every moment, every hour, you’re everything.
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Iain Clarke Wakefield, UK
Hailing from Leeds, West Yorkshire, and now residing in Wakefield, a songwriter and multi-instrumentalist in his own right, Iain has played with well received Yorkshire bands including Hobson, Ringo and the Wolf, Late Arrivals Club, Crossland Fold and Nine Violets as well as releasing an album with respected New York artist Marc Teamaker and songs alongside Craig Buchannan as 2018 BC. ... more
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