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Sing a song
01:26
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Sing a song of English men who died upon the sea
Sing a song of vagabonds and robbers said he
Sing a song and let each lyric roll from your tongue
But never let a single story be unsung
Sing a song of lovers star crossed yet filled with strife
Sing a song of brothers who were parted by the knife
Sing a song a soldiers who left their love behind
Sing a song of all the joy and love they'll find
Sing a song a brave Napoleon, captain of the sea
Sing a song of General Taylor long dead though he be
Sing a song of whalers who never came back home
Sing a song for those who sailed the ocean foam
Sing a song of tyrants who ruled with iron fist
Sing a song of evil men who never will be missed
Sing a song of murderers who threw girls from a cliff
Sing a song for those who broke spells with a kiss
Who will sing of all these things when we are dead and gone?
Who will sing of all these things when the world has moved on?
Who will sing and let the voice of history be heard?
Will you sing, or do you find this all absurd?
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Catch the Tide
03:46
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Chorus:
Come sail with me love, let us go catch the tide
Get away from all this, from the pain and the pride
Let us drift on the ocean beneath the blue sky
If we run now we'll make it, let's run and we'll go catch the tide
When I was a young girl you were in your prime
A melting shop chap and you swore you'd be mine
With a face black as coal from the heat of the fire
And those lovely strong hands that I'd always admire
Steel's a strong trade and we'll always have this
When you heard from your mates they were closing the pits
They'll need steel for these new fancy cars
Though I know you loved helping the shipwrights by far
While you were so hopeful I knew there's no chance
While the fools up at Whitehall did their bloody dance
One by one, I watched as they fell
And when you came home that day you knew I could tell
You shouted in anger there's no bloody jobs
For a man who is fifty and worked like a dog
And you stood there so silent I watched the tears fall
My melting shop chap who had always stood tall
It was a cold winter's night I awoke from my sleep
There was no one beside me downstairs you did creep
I lay there so silent, I heard the chair fall
My melting shop chap who had always stood tall.
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Mr Robson
01:50
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Come in, take a seat, I know your face well
And you know mine, Mr Robson
I'm a businessman proud from the dark side of town
And it's time you and I got to talkin'
You're been a thorn in my side and you've caused me much strife
Business is poor, Mr Robson
It's a victimless crime but you made them do time
And you'll pay for what you've stolen
Put your money away, you know you can't pay
It's too late for you, Mr Robson
Your money's no good, your debt is in blood
And I've come to collect on your payment
You know we've been here a while, what a innocent bride
Open your eyes, Mr Robson
You know she fought right well, scratched us right well
But there's 5 of us and only 1 of her
And with that young bride, what an innocent child
Don't. Look away. Mr Robson
See the fear in her eyes, see the pain deep inside
Look what you did, you monster
You can bawl all you like, and you can scream for help
No one will hear, Mr Robson
Don't say you weren't warned son, don't say you weren't told son
So goodbye, forever
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Manvers Island Bound
03:44
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From the coal folk's choral song
Through the lost dark furnace's tongue
Melodies and rhymes resound
When you're Manvers Island bound
I was dreaming late last night
All the sweet notes, coming out right
High up over ancient ground
I'll be Manvers Island bound
I'll be Manvers Island bound
I'll be Manvers Island bound
High up over ancient ground
I'll be Manvers Island bound
Though the world seems back'ards round
Still the right songs have to be found
And I know every sight and sound
When I'm Manvers Island bound
When I'm Manvers Island bound
When I'm Manvers Island bound
And I know every sight and sound
When I'm Manvers Island bound
We are silent for so long
Thought policemen tell us we're wrong
But you can match them pound for pound
When you're Manvers Island bound
When you're Manvers Island bound
When you're Manvers Island bound
But you can match them pound for pound
When you're Manvers Island bound
There are words like history
Mystery, and eternity
Life is seldom so pround
Then when you're Manvers Island bound
For the lonely in their beds
For the voiceless, living and dead
All the singing seasons round
I'll be Manvers Island bound
I'll be Manvers Island bound
I'll be Manvers Island bound
All the singing seasons round
I'll be Manvers Island bound
I'll be Manvers Island bound
I'll be Manvers Island bound
I'll be Manvers Island bound
All the singing seasons round
I'll be Manvers Island bound
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Patrick Rose Sheffield, UK
Patrick Rose does folk style acoustic music in between learning about Computer Science and Maths, and occasionally running How To Play
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