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Simple Sentiments
03:30
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Today we meet at Connors Cross
To gather and morn the lose
Like we did not long ago
The routine we clearly know
We polish up our brogues
To walk these country roads
In a silence we hold well
In our thoughts we do dwell
On ours shoulders you do rest
Arms placed across your chest
Taking turns to move you on
Strides steady bold and strong
The weight of all the years
Seems so light and free from fears
In this box your body lies
In our souls you are alive
The church bell swings
Through the valley it rings
We knell and we pray
Try to think of words to say
To cover up the grief
Our laughter brings release
Remember days of old
Stories we've been told
Sentiments that we keep
Sentiments we hold deep
As they lower you to the ground
The rains comes pouring down
Helps to wash the tears away
A chance for our thoughts to stay
We say our last goodbyes
The sun it clears the sky
Finally chapter has been passed
Together you lay in peace at last
The church bell swings
Through the valley it rings
We knell and we pray
Try to think of words to say
To cover up the grief
Our laughter brings release
Remember days of old
Stories we've been told
Sentiments that we keep
Sentiments we hold deep
Your in my thoughts tonight
Your in my thoughts tonight
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2. |
OKTFTW
03:05
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The bell rings and you're calling them in
One last before closing time
You're wondering round with thoughts to drown
Words you cannot sound
And it's alright
Well it's ok
To feel this way
Shes in the kitchen and there's clearing something missing
And she finally starts breaking down
The tears fall and the words are crawling
Out from her mind
And it's alright
Well it's ok
To feel this way
And before it's too late
We've gotta find some time to sit and evaluate
Well I hope that in this song
You might find something that
Let's talk about life your struggles and your strife's
Let's talk about you
All the things you need all the things you grieve
And all that is true
And it's alright
Well it's ok
Wake up in the morning to a bright brand new day
We can turn ourselves around
Pick ourselves up off the ground
And it's alright
Well it's ok
Wake up in the morning to a bright brand new day
We can turn ourselves around pick ourselves up off the ground
And before it's too late
We must find some time to sit and evaluate
Well I hope that in this song you might sometime to
Well I hope that in this song you might sometime to help you move on
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3. |
Until my Dying Day
03:31
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Ashleen your a dream
Your a light I've seen
A name I scream in the dark
I need you more then you need me
I'm just happy to be in your company
Your in the mountains and the rivers and the seas
Your every song I sing and every breath I breathe
It's not the first song and it won't be the last
It's just another note in this melody we are cast
There's so many love songs
So many that aren't true, so I
Take my time to write these words to you
You'll never hear me say
A truer word
Until my dieing day
A parents loves an unconditional thing
With all the, troubles and toils and the joys that it brings
I look to you with some kind of hope
You keep me grounded, and I hope you can cope
There's so many love songs
So many that aren't true, so I
Take my time to write these words to you
You'll never hear me say
A truer word
Until my dieing day
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4. |
Camden Street
03:44
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Cross the bridge
Along Dame Street
Passed The George
Down Wexford Street
That's where we'd meet
I was young and you were too
But you showed me things I never knew
Thought I'd seem it all
Find some money and away we run
Without a care from where it comes
And if it rains well we don't care
There's bars and bars just everywhere
On every street
With a bottle of buckfast in our hands
We sing the songs of our land
From the fair auld times
Take a walk along the Grand Canal
Watch upon the times of now
As the sun goes down over Camden Street
All of the people
All who we meet
As glass it glistens under neon light
Hand in hand we steal the night
As I tried to kiss you on the cheek
My heart it feel right at your feet
As you turned away
You laughed at me, pushed away my hand
Saying "What you doing you foolish man, that's not the way"
"For your too young to understand, just live this moment while you can"
As the sun goes down over Camden Street
All of the people
All who we meet
As glass it glistens under neon light
Hand in hand we steal the night
I love this city, I love these walls,
I walk the streets, I feel them,
I can kills the hours, I can pass the days,
Following the Liffey as it strays,
From Portabello to Lower Rathmines,
To where they built those Luas lines,
To the back end of old Harcourt Street,
Stephens Green lys at our feet,
Through times of trial and innocence lost,
For what it's worth it's been worth the cost,
Your Raglan Road it was so sweet, but I lost my heart to Camden Street
As the sun goes down over Camden Street
All of the people
All who we meet
As glass it glistens under neon light
Hand in hand we steal the night
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5. |
Metro Man
04:12
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If your going down to Jourdain
Before that you get down the stairs
There's a man you'll meet, so ever discrete
It's sure that you'll see him there
He wears a heavy jacket
Whatever the weather does bring
He passes the days with an expressionless gaze
Watching the people walk
Where does he go
Where does he go
What does he say, well nobody knows
Where does he go
Where does he go
Well nobody cares and nobody knows
The poets they wonder this city
Looking for beauty and grace
For all that they'll never understand
It stares them right in the face
The forgotten jewels of this town
Secrets long lost unfounded
Stories that you will never hear
Are with those of the underground
Where do they go
Where do they go
What do they say, well body knows
Where do they go
Where do they do
Nobody cares and nobody knows
Spending the days down underground
Well they are the lost but never found
If you pass them down the line
Won't you give them your time
I walk down to the station
Silver in my hand
I turn the corner to an empty space
Where once stood the Metro man
Where did he go
Where did he go
What did he say, well nobody knows
Where did he go
Where did he go
Well nobody cares and nobody knows
Where do they go
Where do they go
What do they say well nobody know
Where do they go
Where do they go
Nobody cares and nobody knows
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6. |
Streets of Pyrénées
03:13
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Lost in time of romance and rhyme
How soft the words, how sweet the wine
Kept afloat on broken language spoke
Waves that crash and miles that choke
I remember the time
I was yours and you were mine
I remember the day
To you I gave my heart away
Accordions squeeze, lament the breeze
The summers glow wraps the streets below
And birds that sing in the morning in spring
And the chill that would freeze across the Streets of Pyrenees
I remember the time
I was yours and you were mine
I remember the day
To you I have my heart away
And for all that is wrote
And all that is spoke
Do you remember the time, remember the day
And for all that is said
Truths are misread
Remember the time, remember
I remember the time
I remember the day
I remember the way
To you I have my heart away
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Some people are forgotten
Some people never die
Well theres those that waste all of their life's
On a chance that past them by
But in our thoughts your with us
Your memory will remain
For all you've bleed, the tears you've shed
They've been for us to gain
We always will remember
The songs that set us free
Hang it at half mast
Raise a glass unto your memory
From the workers on the railroads
To the boys on the docks
To those who spend all of their days
Governed by the clock
Throughout the halls and the houses
From the bars onto the streets
We'll sing your songs and pass them on
Throughout eternity
We always will remember
The songs that set us free
Hang it at half mast
Raise a glass unto your memory
Just a word that rhymes
A story to be told
A simple melody
Could save your soul
We always will remember
The songs that set us free
Hang it at half mast
Raise a glass unto your memory
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Callum Houston Lorient, France
Acoustic Alternative Folk Rock.
Made in Bretagne. Inspired in Ireland.
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