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Downtime Waltz
03:33
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DOWNTIME
Meet me down low where it’s dark and cold
I’ll raise your spirits over time
And send you back smiling when you’re ready to go
Back to the warm sunshine
But I can’t go with you, I’ve to stay down here
Where in these shadows I can disappear
My eyes have grown used to the dimming light
All Prussian blue and anthracite
I’m your downtime man, on your darkest night
Do what I say, not what I do, and you’ll be alright
If you come back down I’ll be hanging around
I’ll try to break your fall
If we don’t meet again I’ll assume, dear friend
That you’re happy now once and for all
Or you’ve settled back in to your old routine
With his temperate love and your fluoxetine
If you ever come back to the land of the low
And you need a chaperone
I’m your downtime man, on your darkest night
Do what I say, not what I do, and you’ll be alright
I’m your downtime man, from these helping hands
Take what you need and forget about me and you’ll be grand
I’m your downtime man, on your darkest night
Do what I say, not what I do, and you’ll be alright
I’m your downtime man, from these helping hands
Take what you need and forget about me and you’ll be grand
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2. |
Hurts Me Too
03:53
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HURTS ME TOO
Say what you like to me, most of it’s true
I’ll take the blame for what’s happening you
If you wanna hate me I’ll have to accept
Tell me again all the things I’ve wrecked
I don’t intend to steal your claim
To the shoulders of friends and the worst of the pain
Now this might sound strange to you
This might sound strange to you
But it hurts me too
It hurts me too
It hurts me too
Each day I wake at the scene of the crime
No more absolved by the passing of time
I think of you now, at the end of the day
Lying alone in your bed far away
Or shielding yourself in a rebound romance
Do you think that my life’s been a song and a dance
Well this might sound strange to you
This might sound strange to you
But it hurts me too
It hurts me too
It hurts me too
I don’t intend to steal your claim
To the shoulders of friends and the worst of the pain
Now this might sound strange to you
This might sound strange to you
But it hurts me too
It hurts me too
It hurts me too
Copyright Rob Corcoran
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3. |
Black Hearted Man
03:02
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Blackhearted Man
I’m a black hearted man and one day you’ll learn
That believing in me will get you burned
Kind hearted woman, can you not see
The danger for you in this darkness in me
The danger for you in this darkness in me
Go ask the woman now baring the scars
She’ll tell you I promised the moon and the stars
Give to me darlin’ your delicate hand
And lie in the arms of this black hearted man
It’s a coward’s admission, and insomniac’s perk
To whisper these words that should never be heard
I’m a black hearted man and one day you’ll learn
That believing in me’s gonna get you burned
Believing in me, will get you burned
My heart’s great beguiler, take heed of my feara
Where today there is laughter there’ll one day be tears
At the mercy of things that I don’t understand
Are the life and the love of this black hearted man
Go ask the woman now baring the scars
She’ll tell you I promised the moon and the stars
Give to me darlin’ your delicate hand
And lie in the arms of this black hearted man
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4. |
Get To You
04:39
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Get to you
It’s a long hard road but I’m getting closer every day
I’ll stop at nothing in my way to get to you
Today I walked for 40 miles, belly empty and my feet on fire
Tore my skin on razor wire but pushed on through
Water cannon and c.s. gas, the angry shouts from strangers
Whatever else may cross my path, I will fight off all these dangers
Tryin’ to get to you, trying to get to you
All these things I do, trying to get to you
50 strangers in the night. Set adrift and terrified
I tried to keep you on my mind to keep me strong
A little boy as young as ours cowering in his mother’s arms
I asked him if he’d help me count the stars or sing a song
I still hear the screams and cries. Winds rose and the boat capsized
I couldn’t find him in the roaring waves. I swam all night with tears in my eyes.
All that I’ve been through, these horrors I’ve lived through
Horror’s I’ve lived through, trying to get to you
It’s a long hard road but it’s end is near
All that’s left of what my heart hold dear waits just beyond that border
I’m taking all that I’ve got left of the money that your brother sent
Gonna pay it to a man I met who can sneak me over
You begged me not to stay and fight. I promised you I’d follow
You got out when the time was right and I’ll be with you tomorrow
And life can start anew, life can start anew
All these things I do, trying to get to you
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5. |
Train Songs
04:19
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Train Songs
Moonlight sneaking through freight yards
Riding rails in old boxcars
The freedom that those old-time hobos knew
Big smoke bound migrations
Jilted lovers at each station
Every train song in my head I sang for you
If there’s a light, let it shine. Let it heal and undermine
The ravages of age
I can sing all night long, these old train songs
But I can’t turn pack the page
Country boy, where have you gone
I thought about it for so long
And sought the signs to ease my despair
Life too often beat you down
But still you knew where you were bound
And that your loved ones waited for you there
If there’s a light, let it shine. Let it heal and undermine
The ravages of age
I can sing all night long, these old train songs
But I can’t turn pack the page
Down on the street the world keeps racing on
Too fast to notice what is gone
I go down to the tracks to be alone
The cross-ties have been over grown
The trestles long since crumbled down
There’s no whistle and no bell to lead you home
If there’s a light, let it shine. Let it heal and undermine
The ravages of age
I can sing all night long, these old train songs
But I can’t turn pack the page
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6. |
Sake of a Song
03:35
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Sake of a Song
Accentuate the negative you said
Draw out the darkness from your head
But keep it close so you can use it
No great art, you say, can be derived
From any heart in love with life
And you can list off names to prove it
But your heroes are all dead men long since gone
Who left kept their quill’s in that sullen ink too long
And went laughing and crying, living and dying
All for the sake of a song
Go on, break another heart
Break your own so you can start
To lament the things that made you
Oh and what a song you’ll write
Of thoughts that haunt you in the night
And how you’ve no one now to save you
Think of all those bridges that you’ve burned
The champion cuddlers you spurned
laughing and crying, living and dying
All for the sake of a song
Think of all those bridges that you’ve burned
The champion cuddlers you spurned
laughing and crying, living and dying
All for the sake of a song
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7. |
Distant Light
04:47
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Distant light
This is it, here’s our destiny
You and I were never meant to be
Of the kind who fulfil their dreams
Look around at those born into it
Breathe it in and get used to it
We might find it’s not as bad as it seems
Too much time on the red line gazing out of windows
Will you come back down from those far off places where your mind goes
The fire inside is what’s killing us
All the hope they instilled in us
The big ideas they let us put in our heads
Days will drag and years will fly
Save your heart, don’t even try
Let your expectations sink like lead
Let ‘em go and trudge to the rhythm of the old humdrum
We’ll watch that clock tick ‘til the weekend comes
The distant light of Friday night, like a beacon through the mist
It burns and fades and returns again, and it’s always been like this
Either drunk or half asleep,
in a stupor I spent mine
What a shame it couldn’t last
How was yours, how’s the head today
Aren’t weekends like carnival rides
You wait so long and they go so fast
Let ‘em go and trudge to the rhythm of the old humdrum
We’ll watch that clock tick ‘til the weekend comes
The distant light of Friday night, like a beacon through the mist
It burns and fades and returns again, and it’s always been like this
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8. |
Four in the Morning
03:14
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It’s four in the morning and already bright
Birds are singing farewell to the London night
I’m thinking of me and thinking of you
And how for a while we got it right
I don’t blame you
I don’t blame you
Waking away after all of the things we’d been through
I don’t blame you
A police siren’s scream woke me from a dream
I’m lying here now in the afterglow
It’s slipping away as the new light of day
Meets the murmur of late night radio
I don’t blame you
I don’t blame you
Waking away after all of the things we’d been through
I don’t blame you
Copyright Rob Corcoran
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9. |
Ringing that Bell
04:13
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Ringing that bell
Still they keep on ringing that bell
Through the blacked-out windows of my bedsit hell
From the steeple top they’re taunting me
Smug with impunity
They ring it without guilt or shame
And no regard for my pounding brain
Truths were told and numbers fell
But still they keep on ringing that bell
Through the blacked-out windows of my bedsit hell
Still they keep on ringing that bell
How I wish Justine was here
I would whisper I’m sorry in here ear
When she left me years ago she said
I can’t share you with the ghosts in your head
Oh sweet Justine my Brixton Queen
She never knew what they took from me
Some stories hurt too much to tell
And there are fires that only drink can quell
Through the blacked-out windows of my bedsit hell
Still they keep on ringing that bell
Still they keep on ringing that bell
While I’m counting up coins for a bottle of Glen’s
In last night’s clothes I’ll make a start
And drink a curse to the sacred heart
And all sanctimonious cunts out there
From Letterfrack to St Peter’s square
No more holy than Cromwell
Still they keep on ringing that bell
Through the blacked-out windows of my bedsit hell
Still they keep on ringing that bell
Oh sweet Justine my Brixton Queen
She never knew what they took from me
Some stories hurt too much to tell
And there are fires that only drink can quell
Through the blacked-out windows of my bedsit hell
Still they keep on ringing that bell
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10. |
Tuesdays
03:16
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TUESDAYS
Step into my low-rent life
Leave your high hopes at the door
I promise in a little while
You’ll wonder what you came here for
See me turning gold to lead
Behold my inverse alchemy
At the altar of my unmade bed
We’ll make from love a malady
I played Tuesdays, mostly to nobody
And you waited up for me
Playing Tuesdays chasing a fading dream
And you believed in me
I sobered up, it didn’t suit
It wouldn’t change things anyhow
I am weak, the pain acute
Salvation just seems pointless now
They say there’s nothing that time can’t heal
Tonight that is not how it feels
But it can’t be me and it can’t be you
Who comes to help the other through
I played Tuesdays, mostly to nobody
And you waited up for me
Playing Tuesdays chasing a fading dream
And you believed in me
I’ll be alright, I’ll rise again
They gave me stuff to numb the pain
And how are you since it all went down
I hope your friends have rallied around
The rules of love are so unfair
That in these long nights of despair
But it can’t be me and it can’t be you
Who comes to help the other through
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What did you do with Joseph, Jesus
Down there in the temple
That time in the temple
You were going bloody mental
Lots of people heard you say
You’re not me real dad, Joe
You’re not my real dad, no no!
You’re not my real day and I’ve known it all along
You’re nothing but a carpenter
A lowly bloody carpenter
Nothing but a carpenter and I’m the son of God
What did you do with Joseph, Jesus
What did you do with Joseph, Jesus
What did you do with Joseph, Jesus
You’ve got people in high-places
And the poor folk sing your praises
But I’ve stared into the faces of many guilty men before
At that wedding down in Cana
People asked you, hey where’s Joe
You said, I don’t care and I don’t know
And you were acting like Billy Big Balls
Buying everybody wine
You got everybody wine
Saying “here you, drink this wine, for I’m the son of God”
What did you do with Joseph, Jesus
What did you do with Joseph, Jesus
What did you do with Joseph, Jesus
You’re nothing but a carpenter
A lowly bloody carpenter
Nothing but a carpenter and I’m the son of God
What did you do with Joseph, Jesus
What did you do with Joseph, Jesus
What did you do with Joseph, Jesus
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12. |
The Pub on the Hill
03:55
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