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Queen Anne's Lace
03:57
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the car sees us out of here
see most of the east coast
the port sings at sundown of how sweet it is to leave
the boat sees us through the night
say our goodbyes to the island
not a quarter of a hundred years, who am i to believe?
an umbel of queen anne's lace, a cyme to present to you
a bouquet of white is all i have to give to you
stop in to rest our bones
a far cry now from the island
next right coming up
don't let it pass you by
golden sheaves of wheat and corn
wave as you pass by
free now from the island
an umbel of queen anne's lace, a cyme to present to you
a bouquet of white is all i have to give to you
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Cyril
03:30
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i can't get this thing running
i've turned it off and on and off again
i need this to work
with a head like a sieve or a funnel
my mind is lost and memory fades again
i need to leave
cyril, i'm caught in a bind
hold me close 'till i lose
my name, my thoughts and my will
i don't know why i'm still struggling
i've got it made and everything's set out
(i guess i'm still that kid from Red Island)
on and on with nowhere to go
my mind is lost and memory fades again
i need to leave
cyril, i'm caught in a bind
hold me close 'till i lose
my name, my thoughts and my will
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Reverie
03:39
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suffering's the least i've got on my mind
but for god only knows, god only knows how long
pushing you from my mind is all i can do
but for god only knows, god only knows how long
quietly i slip into a reverie i cannot refuse
(cannot refuse)
a quantity of my time
the quality of you
i know you have been here, you have been here too long
i know as the summer lifts
our love will take a hit
i know you have been here, you have been here too long
quietly i slip into, a reverie i cannot refuse
(cannot refuse)
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4. |
All For You Alone
02:44
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give me a hand with this
give me a fighting chance to keep hold of you
to keep a hold of you
is to keep hold of smoke while it's still blue
leave the house early to see you, will you be there when i need you?
(all for you alone)
you said it's been months and i'm feeling kinda lonesome
(all for you alone)
you said you didn't want to fall in love, and now you're too sad to stay
fog floods the harbour
like it was milk in my tea or coffee
now the fog is gone but the air is thick
why can't i seem to lose you?
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5. |
Silver and Gold
03:26
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why'd you have to tell me so
if you knew i wouldn't take it well?
there comes a point you ought to know
when to shut up, and when to go
how's your work coming?
what can i ask you of yourself?
how's your book coming?
are you writing of someone else?
is your heart still pumping?
does it belong to someone else?
down where i reside of late
a place that i have come to hate
i give myself no room to grow
and sleep all day 'till the sun don't show
and it breaks my bones to hear you say
that i have got to slip away
how's your work coming?
what can i ask you of yourself?
how's your book coming?
are you writing of someone else?
is your heart still pumping?
does it belong to someone else?
if i told you stories of silver and gold
apologized for all the lies that i told
if i minded my manners
if i were more polite
would it mean anything?
it was all a lie all along, you see
how easy it is to believe
with your own eyes
you think you'd realize it and see
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6. |
Untitled
02:18
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Charlie Graham St. John'S, Newfoundland and Labrador
Born, raised, living, writing, and playing in St. John's, Newfoundland.
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