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Too Many Times
05:57
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Too Many Times [Colin Vearncombe]
There’ve been too many times
When I never said what was on my mind
How was I to know you’d go so soon?
Your God will come to take you home
Leaving me stumbling over
These stupid lines on a shabby page
Daddy, sometimes I’m filled with rage – I lost the only thing that was really mine
So Daddy, can you hear me?
Oh Daddy, do I still make you laugh?
And I know just what you’d say
Is this really the time and place?
To say all of those things that we never said
There’ve been too many times
When my head was filled with stupid pride
I hope you’re laughing now that all these words have been set aside
Oh Daddy, can you hear me?
Oh Daddy, do I still make you laugh?
And I know just what you’d say
Is this really the time and place?
To say all of those things that we never said
It seems so long since I saw you
Yet it seems like yesterday
There’s no need to make amends for I look on us as friends
Oh Daddy can you hear me?
Oh daddy do I still make you laugh?
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If Not You Then Who ?
03:19
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If Not You Then Who? [Colin Vearncombe]
who pulled me clear
and free from the wreckage as i drew near
to spinning in freefall out of view?
who laughs through the tears
and stands in the wreckage scoring fear and makes the good times seem overdue
who if not you
tell me who
if not you?
who’s like a dream
that moves into places stretched between
the centuries sleeping
when they’re gone
and never seems tired
still facing down headlights
while you’re wired
out running and smiling
in the rain?
the first time you let someone else come inside
the first time you get to feel really alive
like the first thing created from a life underrated’s
the possible high from impossible why’s
throw your hat in the air like you saw on tv
a prisoner released, nineteen fifty three
the struggle’s unfinished the struggle goes on
the struggle is everything
why not have it as fun?
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Two Churches
06:51
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Two Churches [Colin Vearncombe]
Born in nineteen sixty two
Born with eyes of a distant blue
Good luck charm was number one and playing on the radio
Now I’m about ready to lose myself
I’m about ready to kiss and tell,
Give up all that I think I know
Shed my skin and be ready to go through changes
I’m in no rush you can take your time
Show me yours and I’ll show you mine
Men’ll fuck mud and then call it love,
A joke salami in a latex glove
More than a little mixed up when God begins to speak
Through changes
When I have to go before St Peter I’ll knock on his neon door and say
Look at what came to be my journey
Between two churches
It’s like I came to a fork in the road
Four roads running only one of them known
Fell to my knees as if I was pushed
Love may come but it won’t be rushed by trying to run and stop from choosing
The changes
So when I have to go before St Peter I’ll knock on his neon door and say
Look at what came to be my journey
Between two churches
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What Makes a Fool
03:31
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What Makes a Fool [Colin Vearncombe]
If I had more than this to give
I’d probably do what you’re wanting me to;
I’d have you back
Though it tore me in two
I’m no exception to the rule
That makes a fool
And if I had more than one life to live
I’d probably want what you were hoping I’d got
And take you back
With no memory of wounds
No exception to the rule creates a fool
I don’t work it out but here’s my guess
You liked me better when you knew me less
I was lucky at the tables but when it came to love
It seems that
Dying young takes all the best
And I love you so much I’d be your clothes
Where my heart wanders the action follows
And as hard as it is to keep from wanting you
I’ve got a choice of what will kill me
And it won’t be you…
What makes a fool?
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Don't Take The Silence Too Hard [Colin Vearncombe]
All the way from America holding out your hand
You pinned your colours to the mast
Pinned them high up in the sky
Look what you do to me
My hands keep thumping waltz in triple time
So she wrote
All the way from America
Arriving just as planned passing through the blocks and alleyways
The avenues I’m crying
Look what you do to me
Look what your tender hands have done this time
And I say
Don’t take the silence too hard
Don’t take the silence too hard
Your absence lasts through every passing year
Don’t take the silence too hard
All the way from America
Straining with my eyes to see the hours stretched out before me
As I cross the ocean line
Look what you do for me
My hands are ruby warm and I feel fine
And I sail
To the home of erotica
Pictured on the stand kneel down and pray you take no burdens
Out of the Promised Land
Into the mystery
Your eyes are full of tales of idle hands
She says
Don’t take the silence too hard
Don’t take the silence too hard
Your absence lasts through every passing year
Don’t take the silence too hard
All the way from America
Holding out your hand
You pinned your colours to the mast
Pinned them high up in the sky
Look what you do to me
My hands keep thumping waltz in triple time
Don’t take the silence too hard
Don’t take the silence too hard
Don’t take the silence too hard
Don’t take the silence too hard
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The Wishing
04:06
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The Wishing [Colin Vearncombe]
i should have married nancy
it’s five years to the day she said:
you face and choose me
instead i turned and walked away
i did not understand
what happened to those plans could have happened to them all
the wishing’s not enough to make a dream come true
i’m going somewhere don’t know where but the wishing’s not enough
wishing’s not enough, wishing’s not enough
and it never was
i could have been a sailor, the ocean set me free
wear my trousers inside out and golden earrings in both ears
i’d drift the wide pacific the harbours and the bars
making friends of sickness with the dockside whores and stevedores
a tattoo on my shirt, the kind that doesn’t hurt: Johnny could have had it all
the wishing’s not enough to make a dream come true
i’m going somewhere don’t know where but the wishing’s not enough
wishing’s not enough, wishing’s not enough
and it never was
now i’m a stranger to the razor
a stranger to myself
and when i look in the mirror i see someone sitting on a shelf
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Go Home
04:46
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Go Home [Colin Vearncombe/William Topley]
Fake diamond rings on every finger
Purple shadows around my eyes
I show Americans del norte
The best of Paris’s underside
I worked the dirt in Oklahoma and ate my crow and humble pie
Though I walk through the Latin quarter
It’s still a dust bowl in my mind
You can’t make me go home
When I don’t wanno go!
I’ve lived on peanuts for the season
Bathtub martinis extra dry
Down in the thirteenth arrondissement
I waste my money on good times
You can’t make me go home
Don’t make me go home, I don’t wanna go
You can’t make me go home, la la la
When I don’t wanna go
Fake diamond rings on every finger
Purple shadows around my eyes
Down in the thirteenth, the fourteenth, the fifteenth arrondissement I waste my money line by line
You can’t make me go home
Don’t make me go home, I don’t wanna go
You can’t make me go home
When I don’t wanna go
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Famous
03:48
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Famous [Colin Vearncombe/Charlie Dore]
I should be a star driving all the girls insane
Shower me with oysters, swimming in the best champagne
I’d never lift a finger
Just be the biggest swinger
I, I should be famous
Yes, I should be famous
Wear the finest clothes, have a brand new nose
A chauffeured limousine, Jacuzzi in the back for two
A mystery companion, you could be that girl
If you can swing it in the fast lane
Silk lingerie and cocaine
I, I should be famous
Oh I, I should be famous
I’d say no, no press’ change my mind
Say yes and then turn and smile
In my own sweet style
I’d never lift a finger
Just be the biggest swinger
I, I should be famous
Oh, I should be famous
I should be famous
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Saol Iontach (Wonderful Life) [Colin Vearncombe/Roisin Little]
Is Saol Iontach é
(véarsa a haon)
Seo linn, chun an Fharraige,
An ghrian ard sa spéir,
Brionglóidí linn san aer.
Sciathán na héan, is no shúile geal,
Níl sé ceart nó cóir,
Ach Is dríocht a stóir.
(réamh curfa)
Táim i m’aonair
Gan chara liom anseo
Ag seasamh sa solas geal.
(curfa)
Imithe uait, ar strae
Oh is saol iontach x2 é
Ná bíodh brón ort, ceartigh é
Oh is saol iontach x2 é
(véarsa a dó)
Solas i shúil, teas ar do ghruaigh
Is fuath leo é a stóir,
Mar níl tú ‘maith go lóir’
(reamh versa)
Tá chara uaim, oh tá chara uaim.
Tabhair leat do síocháin.
Táim ag seasamh beag anseo.
Táim i m’aonair
Gan chara liom anseo
Ag seasamh sa solas geal.
Imithe uait, ar strae
Oh is saol iontach x2 é
Ná bíodh brón ort, ceartigh é
Oh is saol iontach x2 é
(Réamh Versa)
(Réamh Curfa)
(Curfa x 2)
Oh is saol íontach x2 é
Oh is saol íontach x2 é
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Dogtail Soup Cork, Ireland
'Dogtail Soup’ is an eclectic and flavourful musical stew made by carefully simmering
Camilla Griehsel
with Maurice Seezer ,
adding a pinch of Paul Tiernan
a sprinkling of Anthony Noonan, a cupful of John Fitzgerald
and a splash of James O’Leary
Occasional ingredients include Marja Gaynor,
Bertrand Galen and Glen Hansard.
Dogtail Soup are also known as Interference.
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