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England
02:53
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Oh cruel Britannia don't you strut and fret your time
You seek the glory but the sound and fury's mine
Did you imagine we would rally round the flag?
Wave our union jacks?
Turn our pockets out?
For crying out loud
The fruits of labour are sour
Bereft of sweetness, they're dead in the ground
You're sharpening axes and counting the pounds
Your well-bred manners hide a cold and callous trait
You spread division and the politics of hate
Through every county I will bang my marching drum
Bid my armies come
Tear your banners down
For crying out loud
Did your humanity drown?
Held to ransom by the men that you bailed out
A brave new England, your future's in doubt.
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2. |
Song for Someone
03:54
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I heard that you were hitched and happy
With a family to boot
And things are working out
For you
Well I've been digging through my diaries
Picking out the seeds
The ones that never seemed
To fruit
Trying to grow into the man
Grow into the man
I know I am
And I read every word you wrote me
All that time ago
Saying how you felt you had
To go
Said I was a sweet distraction
My plans were all insane
And you feared I'd be the same
For you
Well I hope you found the love
Hope you found the love
You passed up
I could have been a prime contender
Or I could have been a jerk
Don't know which would work
On you
A poet or a portait painter
I could have been a thief
Or any other thing
I chose
But I never was the man
Never was the man
You think I am
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3. |
97 Days
02:47
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Aint no sweet rye whiskey in the still
Aint no sweet rye whiskey or the sniff of a thrill
It's been seven barren months
Since the last drop gotten drunk
Aint no sweet rye whiskey in the still
Aint no corn-fed chicken on the plate
Aint no corn-fed chicken or the hint of a steak
Just one lean and hungry year
Since the harvest disappeared
Aint no corn-fed chicken in the plate
The fruit has withered on the vine
The fruit has withered and soured the wine
All these dry and dusty days
Without a single drop of rain
The fruit has withered on the vine
Nothing but cold comfort in my bed
Nothing but cold comfort where I lay my head
It's been ninety seven days
Since my lover went away
Nothing but cold comfort in my bed
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4. |
The Witching Hour
03:16
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If I have a choice
I will be my own worst enemy
I will always turn in circles
But I knew your voice
And in that distant memory
I will always walk with Angels
It's the witching hour
You're right on time
I can strum this chord
I can hum a ragged melody
But as always words just fail me
But I shared your thoughts
And in that brief epiphany
They were almost spelled out clearly
It's the witching hour
You're right on time
All out of kilter now
All out of kilter now
All out of whack somehow
All out of kilter now
I'll be like a tree
I will bend and bow but never break
Though I lose my leaves in winter
When I know the spring
And feel the sunlight on my face
I will come back all the stronger
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May the Rays
02:49
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If I should ever awake and find I am rich
I'd trade it all for a kiss
And say by way of defence
I'm rich for the experience, rich for the experience
So don't you ever be scared to reach for the sky
Someday you know you will die
And your life will be all that you did
Want to think you wasted it? Want to think you wasted it?
I'll work like a charm
Keep you from harm
May the rays of the sun
Always find you at dawn
If I should ever get drunk and act a disgrace
Pick me up and laugh in my face
And rescue me from myself
Never been anyone else, never been anyone else
I'll work like a charm
Keep you from harm
May the rays of the sun
Always find you at dawn
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Overspill Poets UK
Overspill Poets released their debut album, Thompson Falls, in Oct 2009 to critical acclaim. Subba-Cultcha described it as "A living, breathing lexicon of catchy, hook-laden lo-fi opulence infused within layers of guitar driven alt-country". The band then unplugged to explore their folk and Americana influences. The result is the stripped down, warm and initimate sound of Acoustic Overspill. ... more
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