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Buttons
04:51
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Once upon a wickedness, I fell into some arms
Bigger than my belly, tighter than a clam.
The key was heavy in my little purse and every penny burned
When I turned and tried to run.
These buttons don't fit
Woe, woe, woe, woeful me.
Is it halfway open, is it halfway shut?
It all depends how the cloth is cut
On the warp, or on the weft,
Till the shortest thread is all that's left.
These buttons don't fit,
These holes don't fit
Woeful me.
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2. |
Rosemary Lane
04:41
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When I was in service on Rosemary Lane,
I earned the good will of my master and dame
Till a sailor came there one night to lie
And that was the beginning of my misery.
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The Ivy and Roses
05:20
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No, not a trace remains here in the ivy and roses
I'd hoped for a silent clue in the leaves of my past.
Oh, but did I see you there, standing by the fallen door
Taller than you were before, whispering like a child?
No signs, no signs,
In the ivy and roses
I lost you in the dusk and ferns
And I walked an enchanted mile
Then rode through the winding hills
With a stranger at the wheel.
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No Lamentin'
05:19
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Oh to be the me I am today every day
Oh to have the free lips of ever day.
Oh to plick and pluck with fingers nimble, long and strong
And no lamentin'.
Oh to fall and rise and die and live,
Oh to light a fire and drink a river,
Oh to see the world with eyes so wise, so wise, so wise
And no lamentin'.
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The Red Petticoat
04:32
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Don't leave me here, alone with the wine
While the salt haar is falling
Rolling in from the sea
So soft and dove grey,
You know I can be foolhardy.
I might have stepped on every toe
With the miles I ran and the deals I broke
But the feet that creep, my heart do keep
The hands that hold my secret soul.
Salt marks the time on my red petticoat
Till the night when we climb the slope of the globe
The sea will be black and we'll fly on our backs
In the eve of serene, my true love and me.
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Weather Potions
06:40
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Have we had the pleasure?
Have the potions dripped through my fingers?
Is the forecast gloomy or glowing?
Have we had the pleasure?
Do we waltz in circles
Until the wires tangle round our feet?
Give me some hows with your whys
Some mouth with your eyes
Some hope with your doom
Some light in the gloom.
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Downstream
04:17
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I meet my love on the riverbed
He is as sweet as the sundew to me
He sleeps in the silky depths
Till we meet downstream.
We roll into each other's arms
Beneath the banks of wild roses
And the time goes by like a jet fighter
When we meet downstream.
Day and night we toil
Hour after hour the river boils
Reelin' us in to the core of it all
When we meet down stream.
And when we come apart again
And drift off to our other worlds
The stillness is a silent screen
Till we meet downstream.
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Oh my love, my sweet, my tender, my marvellous love, from the light of dawn until the day's end, I love you still, you know, I still love you.
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The Holly King
04:41
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10. |
Outside It Blows
04:13
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Outside it blows
How many like us in the world?
How many worlds without wires?
The dawn is such a fickle friend
With its deadly devices
It's such a cruel world that
Hypnotizes us.
The air breathes cold
On the hairs on your neck
It turns the ground to cellophane
You can cry for the past
And you can taste the future.
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