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Memory Verse
04:27
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Zero seven hundred hours wake up call
Preceded by the hair-dryer through the wall
Cat out the kitchen, dog out the door
Sweeping up kitty litter off the floor
Hang on
Sculpting sideburns, cleaning teeth
Band T, checked shirt, faded jeans
Thirty minutes in, kick-start the troops
Dishwasher duty on a weekly loop
Hang on
Hang on
Here's a trick to make your life flash by
Like a bullet train behind your eyes
Treat every day like it's a curse
Then repeat by rote like a memory verse
Hang On
School drop off and then round the block
Couple hours prep then a longer walk
Soup, bread, fruit then a TV show
Brew a strong coffee, bring the lights down low
Hang on
Hang on
When did the sediment of grateful tears
Unwept throughout the last twelve years
Become the overwhelming taste
Turning every good thing into waste
Here's a trick to make your life flash by
Like a bullet train behind your eyes
Treat every day like it's a curse
Then repeat by rote like a memory verse
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2. |
Predators
04:24
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Tell me how you're gonna get
Through another afternoon
With whispered voices baying for your blood
For once please turn the TV off
Our battered brains have had enough
Of being wired for predators and flood
Don't say goodbye
Don't say goodbye
Hummingbirds and sinking ships
Can't justify the things you did
You need more from this life than I can give
I used to think that I could be
The one to wake you from your sleep
But now I only seem to be your worst and closest enemy
Your nemesis, your necessary foe
Don't say goodbye
Don't say goodbye
Don't say goodbye
Don't say goodbye
With my head safe on your shoulder
As you hummed don't dream it's over
I thought this love was bulletproof
But now you're sleeping on the camp bed
And my chest is full of lead
I'm sinking slowly out of view / you
Don't say goodbye
Don't say goodbye
Don't say goodbye
Don't say goodbye
Don't say goodbye
Don't say goodbye
Don't say goodbye
Don't say goodbye
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3. |
Fragile
04:34
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I hold my arms high
The nettles are weighed down by yesterday's rain
Looking up through the leaves I glimpse the sun
This world is too beautiful
Too fragile and beautiful
She waits for the dutiful / dew to fall
This world
This world
I tread my own path
Listening carefully I hear the burn
This world is too beautiful
Too fragile and beautiful
She waits for the dutiful / dew to fall
This world
This world
I slip on the bank
I hit the ground hard on my shoulder
I climb to my feet
I am paid no mind
This world is too beautiful
Too fragile and beautiful
This world is too beautiful
Too fragile and beautiful
She waits for the dutiful / dew to fall
This world
This world
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4. |
Look At Her Go
02:05
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Shiny new black shoes
Pinched at the toes
Hair up in pigtails
Just look at her go
My pride is like a time-bomb
Set to explode
The way he holds it together
Is a secret untold
I make them laugh as I'm leaving
Daddy do that again
I don't know who is more scared
Is it us or is it them
So fill us with courage
And leave a line we can trace
Keep us from all kinds of harm
And slowen our pace
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5. |
Honourable Love
03:34
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I can hear you talking at the table through the wall
Exchanging heated opinions from the cradle to the fall
I twist my body round I put my hand over my ear
I dream of being the hero in the hope you disappear
It's not an honourable love
I've kept the baby but the bathwater's running down the hole
But no-one's picking up the child, it just lies there growing cold
Getting bluer by the moment, getting clammy to the touch
I dream of simpler times and definitions of a crutch
It's not an honourable love (I don't want to be alone anymore)
It's not an honourable love (I don't want to be alone anymore)
It's not an honourable love (I don't want to be alone anymore)
I keep getting told that this chapter is coming to an end
But I'll be good-god-damned if I have start all this again
There's got to be another exit, a signpost I've not seen
You're not making progress if you keep going back to where you've been
It's not an honourable love (I don't want to be alone anymore)
It's not an honourable love (I don't want to be alone anymore)
It's not an honourable love (I don't want to be alone anymore)
It's not an honourable love (I don't want to be alone anymore)
It's not an honourable love
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6. |
Harbour Wall
04:55
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Do you remember when you were young?
Do you remember when you were young?
When the light in your eyes was like the glare of the morning sun?
Do you remember, remember when you were young?
I hid a secret in the harbour wall
I hid a secret in the harbour wall
Behind a brick near my favourite port of call
I hid a secret deep, deep in the harbour wall
My mind is like a stereoscope
With faded discs in a yellowing envelope
With just one flick of my finger I can travel through time
My mind plays like a broken down stereoscope
I played piano in a dance hall band
I played piano in a Saturday night dance hall band
The click of her heels echoes like the tick of my second hand
I played piano, piano in a dance hall band
Do you remember when you were young?
Do you remember when you were young?
Now the look in my eyes is like the blaze of the setting sun
Do you remember, remember when you were young?
When you were young
Remember when you were young
Remember when you were young
Remember when you were young
Remember when you were young
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7. |
Lanark 1984
01:41
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All I ever wanted was to love you more
To hold you steady as you staggered through that door
So close your eyes and dream of us walking with you
Just try to breathe and know we'll be right beside you
Understand that know one could have loved you more
That I'm not ready to believe there's nothing more
So count to ten and hold your hand in mine
You'll wake up soon and we can leave this behind
All I ever wanted was to love you more
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8. |
Pick Axe
05:43
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When she was just 16, she loved Keith Green
And she cried at the news he was dead
She watched Brother Sun and Sister Moon
Then took a pick-axe to her bed
She dismantled all her comforts, surrendered up her soul
Until the blood that filled her veins
Was demon-free, as pure as the snow
Itinerant evangelist
She travelled far and wide
From Bosnia to Birmingham
With the Spirit as her guide
Until she landed in the sleepy, south-side town of Waterfoot
Where she strode across my path
In her knee-high leather boots
It took 3 long years to allay the fears
I'd been trying not to face
My laziness and cowardice
Were tempered by her grace
Until I set that phone to ring at 5am, not a moment too soon
And I whisked her off, blindfolded
To that wooden bench in Troon
Then we hit the road to No Man's Land
Where we hunkered down inside
Our family of two increased
Exponentially to five
Our disappointments, disillusions at the certainties we'd felt
Made us take our life into our hands
And retreat to the Central Belt
If it were up to the worst part of me
This house would be a keep
Locking out the undesirables
The losers and the freaks
But her extrovert compassion rips the hinges off the walls
And I remember
Who's the biggest freak of all
She sometimes thinks the girl
Who chopped her bed up is long gone
That the radical nature of her belief
Has been watered down
But her progress isn't measured by her prayers, books or songs
But by the space she makes inside her heart
For love and lives gone wrong
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Andrew Howie Scotland, UK
Andrew Howie is a Scottish singer-songwriter, multi-instrumentalist & community music tutor who has been writing, recording and releasing his own music for over two decades.
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