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Year Zero (acoustic)
01:13
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2. |
Arab Spring (acoustic)
03:20
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Listen and I’ll tell you why
If you can’t understand me at all
I’m turning everything into blacks and whites
And friends into enemies
Living in the desert is hard
A walk across the great divide
The morning prayer a call to arms
A place to define myself by taking a side
And the questions and the doubts you adore
Are a luxury I can’t afford
So can’t you see I’m living in an occupied land
Where all I know is sinking in the sand
So now I’m grabbing onto anything I can I knew before
I back up every word I say
With a force that can’t be reckoned with
My morning prayer is that the world would see
I can separate truth from myth
And the source of my authority
Is just two steps away from me
So can’t you see I’m living in an occupied land
Where all I know is sinking in the sand
So now I’m grabbing onto anything I can I knew before
And this is not a strange or futile bid
I’m thinking of the future of my kids
And the boundaries they need to navigate
This terrifying world so filled with hate
This unforgiving desert heat
And the dust that gets in my eyes
Don’t lend themselves to thoughts of grace and peace
And lovers being reconciled
So I’ll defiantly stand my ground
And dismiss you without a sound
So can’t you see I’m living in an occupied land
Where all I know is sinking in the sand
So no I’m grabbing onto anything I can to see me through
So can’t you see you’re living in a liberal land
Where all you know is safe and close at hand
So now you’re taking it for granted
And losing your integrity in whispers and in shades
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3. |
Post (acoustic)
04:00
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Goodbye evangelical certainty
You’ve served me well for thirty odd years
But now I know it’s time to leave
I am no longer a baby in your fragile little arms
So don’t tell me your stories
And don’t sing me your songs
And don’t presume that you know me
And that it’s me who’s in the wrong
Fear may well be the beginnings of wisdom and love
But I don’t want to be afraid anymore
And I need to grow up
Goodbye churches and house groups and Sunday schools
How can I be part of this game if I don’t play by your rules
And it’s no fun for anyone with me just hanging around
So don’t tell me your stories
And don’t sing me your songs
And don’t presume that you know me
And that it’s me who’s in the wrong
I’ve had more than my share of this safety in numbers
And strong certainties
I choose to live in a dangerous world
Where I know I am free
And it’s no fun for anyone with me just hanging around
So don’t tell me your stories
And don’t sing me your songs
And don’t presume that you know me
And that it’s me who’s in the wrong
Can’t you see that the gossip, the grudges, the violence
Have taken their toll
I choose to escape from the clutches of your good intentions
And save my own soul
Who is that walking towards me as I
Leave these sinking ships
Beckoning me ever forward
With a whisper on his lips
There is more than this
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4. |
Listen (acoustic)
03:58
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Everywhere you go you bite your tongue
Keeping quiet to please some other someone
So please
Please listen
To me
Everyone you meet seems to be certain
Never taking a good look behind the curtain
So please
Please listen
To me
There is a voice lodged deep inside your brain
Gagged and bound since birth
Happily restrained
But these knots they are unravelling
Like the stories and the songs you sing
And it’s hard to kneel and to be disarmed
But you’ve got to believe that you cannot be harmed
So please listen
Please listen
Please listen
Please listen
To me
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5. |
Lovely Thing (acoustic)
03:35
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Your weathered face
Longing to be free
From across the hall
Approaches me
It is a lovely thing to have known you
As we start to dance
Around and around
You close your eyes with a smile
And tears trickle down
It is a lovely thing to have known you
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6. |
Dead Ringer (acoustic)
03:07
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Booted up in black steel toe caps
Holding little fragile hands
Prolonged and sentimental goodbyes
When he shouts he hopes she understands
The stitches slowly coming apart
Inside his heart
And he could count the years on fifty fingers
That he’s worn your smile and been a dead ringer
For a member of a club that is a mystery to me
Staring through Europa’s windows
Wishing he could sneak in and hide
From the prolonged and sentimental love songs
That make him contemplate suicide
And you wonder why his lips never part
Well, here’s a head start
Yeah he could count the years on fifty fingers
That he’s worn your smile and been a dead ringer
For a member of this club that is mystery to me
Baptised in black when he had zero comprehension
Of a life outside this monochrome dimension
That felt safe and warm but was a strange introduction to this world
And can you see he’s barely holding it together
That he’s tried to fake it but it doesn’t make it better
And the voices in his head they say they won’t be fooled again
But the best part of a Sunday is her smile
When he sees her face returning down the aisle
And they sing the songs together as he holds her in his arms
Yeah he could count the years on fifty fingers
That he’s worn your smile and been a dead ringer
For a member of this club that is a mystery to me
Baptised in black when he had zero comprehension
Of a life outside this monochrome dimension
That felt safe and warm but was a strange introduction to this world
And the darkness in his soul is like a poison
That consumes the light that people say can save him
But his scars are like a beacon in the freezing desert night
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7. |
Devices (acoustic)
03:48
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There are a million ways I could communicate with you tonight
But given half a chance of a distraction I would never meet your eyes
Left to my own devices
Left to my own devices
I play arithmetic and get a little kick when you like what I say
But like a dog with a bone I can’t leave it alone and I need more every day
Left to my own devices
Left to me own devices
Left to my own devices
I am just a fool for you
Left to my own devices
Forget about the friends I knew
But the glow of the screen reminds me
Of the people I’ve put behind me
And left to my own devices
I am just a fool
And now my every need is being fed to me in world without wires
Come see the state I’m in without some skin on skin
Can someone put out these fires
Left to my own devices
Left to my own devices
I am just a fool for you
Left to my own devices
Forget about the friends I knew
But the glow of the screen reminds me
Of the profile I think defines me
And left to my own devices
I am just a fool
I am just a fool
I am just a fool
I am just a fool
To ever act so cool
To ever be so cruel
Left to my own devices
I am just a fool for you
Left to my own devices
Forget about the friends I knew
But the glare of your eyes reminds me
That’s it you who I’ve put behind me
Left to my own devices
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Listen and I’ll tell you a story
Of a girl who ran away
From a father who never raised his hand
But who hurt her in different ways
By always demanding perfection
Never releasing his hold
Believing that Jesus was on his side
And that love is a means to control
So can’t you see
Can’t you see all the damage you’ve done
And the war that nobody has won
Behind these paper thin walls
Each time the girl ran she would someday return
To this home where she strangely felt safe
But when the time finally came to leave home for good
She felt lost and alone and afraid
So she followed in her father’s footsteps
Wearing him like a disguise
And preaching to people a gospel of fear
To a church growing daily in size
So can’t you see
Can’t you see all the damage you’ve done
And the war that nobody has won
Behind these paper thin walls
Where every page
Is filled with rules
That you didn’t make
But that you still cling to
Like an old friend
Believing without them
Your world it would end
So tear down your paper thin walls
And see the damage that is done
When a love has been tarnished forever
The bail out can’t cover the costs
Well that’s when I hope there is something bigger than your
Definition of found and definition of lost
Come see the damage you’ve done
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The twins have shared a room since they were born
And since that day time has relentlessly marched on
Now they are three the time has come to separate
And I’ve got beds to build and rooms to decorate
So I’m clearing out the junk from our spare room
With both a sense of wonder and impending doom
That every second, every hour slips through our hand
There is no safe deposit box, no on demand
Don’t be afraid of the dark
Don’t be afraid oh trembling heart
Sometimes I cower, sometimes I hide
But I need more than time on my side
I’m trying not to think about it all
Like I avoid the pictures on the kitchen wall
Of yesterdays that I can never re-create
Can’t travel back towards to fix all my mistakes
Don’t be afraid of the dark
Don’t be afraid oh thankless heart
Sometimes I cower, sometimes I hide
But I need more than time on my side
As the quietness descends upon our home
And for the first time late at night you are alone
As I lean in to whisper prayers in your ear
The words I choose will be the ones you need to hear
Don’t be afraid of the dark
Don’t be afraid oh trembling heart
No need to cower, no need to hide
And I need more
And I need more
More
More
More than time on your side
More
More
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10. |
Victory (acoustic)
03:15
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We both know that I curse I swear my way through every day
And I lose my patience with you and the kids
But please don’t mistake my curses for wishes
That you would change
Given half a chance to do it all again I would
Given half a chance to do it all again I would
I am the undefeated champion of under-appreciation
But I try to treasure every day with you
I have failed to set the world alight
I have failed to put the world to rights
But I know my victory is you
Given half a chance to do it all again I would
Given half a chance to do it all again I would
Given half a chance to do it all again I would
Every pipe band marching past
The humming underneath our flat
The starlings nesting in our roof
The godless evenings demanding proof
Every cry in every night
When I was wrong and you were right
Given half a chance to do it all again I would
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11. |
Nothing
03:53
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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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