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A chair braced the door in this hotel of memories.
Lost and alone and driving.
For every social exchange the endless re-runs and inquests.
Lost and alone and driving.
We fell into love so deep underwater.
Lost and alone and driving.
An oath to our last breath, a retreat from the surface.
Lost and alone and driving.
Etched into my skin. Hope the needles can cover.
We are lost and alone and driving.
But you cut so deep. All this hurt for no purpose.
We are lost and alone and driving.
We fell out of love so deep underwater.
Lost and alone and driving.
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The Lacemaker
04:11
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One last time I had to meet you away from the rushing of the sea.
Just the two of us back then a Paris J'taime, true love
Forever more, we had it all, but was never near enough.
Broken hearts torn apart as Autumn's colours called
Hair cropped and golden, into the tableaux.
Textures as yet unwoven, frozen to the core.
There it goes again just like a spinning top.
I thought that this would make you happy.
The Metropolitan, the beauty came undone,
Led us right back to where we'd come from
Damned by those years. Damned by those years.
You said that you "were right for me" and "we can find the time".
Memories fade like night in day, never to be reclaimed.
There it goes again just like a spinning top.
I thought that this would make you happy.
The Metropolitan, the beauty came undone,
Led us right back to where we'd come from
Damned by those years. Damned by those years.
One last time I had to meet you away from the rushing of the sea.
Just the two of us back then a Paris J'taime, true love
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The Key of Life
04:32
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The key of life is always a changing, chords re-arranging you for me.
You for me, you have the graces, take me to the places where we can be free.
Your desert song well it belongs to yesterday
Moved on from tyranny as verse.
You had your moment in the sun, now the reckonings begun,
perhaps you'll move on.
Why do you only remember me, in the summertime when days are long
When days are long, you think that you belong, here beside of me, when I've long gone.
Do not cling to those moments caught in photographs.
With dust so thick that is hard to see.
You dressed me up in company but that is not how life should be
Can't claim it for the beauty of the scene.
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Hanging on the Wire
04:07
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Another day has been devoured in holding on for that golden hour.
It seemed to be a call to arms, but I had to leave you hanging,
had to leave you hanging on the wire.
You made me believe that I couldn't live without you.
I couldn't be without you in my world.
And we dissolve into the light of the streetlamps glow, that burns inside,
with a memory of faded trysts but I had to leave you hanging,
I had to leave you hanging on the wire.
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Summer Rain
03:57
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You were everything that I could ever want.
You made this world sing neath the stars that shone.
Through some heavy times.
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Beauty and Desire
05:30
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In all the things you do. Shines the essence and the truth
That you are beauty and desire if only you’d see it.
The perfume on your clothes. Makes a dream last forever more.
The beauty and desire in all that you bring.
She sings along so the world may carry on
Lost inside the score, who could ask for more.
The sun will rise and fall to her beck and call.
She is desire.
She floats through the air, with all the grace on earth.
Never were so fair as the beauty unfolds.
When she returns the light of this day
There were never so fair, never so fair.
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Concessions to the Muse
04:48
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A poet sleeps all day and rages through the night.
Living out of time and keeping out of sight.
A moment to reflect upon the wasted love we've used.
A lifetime of regret filled with concessions to the muse.
I'm about to lose control in a fight against my soul.
Any place we'll find to soothe this fevered mind.
And if you'd like to carry on then somewhere down that road,
you find that I belong sitting lonely in the cold.
I rest my head on you just to hear your beatin' heart.
One thing I can guarantee I will let you down real fast.
God knows I will try to make things seem alright.
But I will fade away in the silence of this night.
I don't know if I can be your man.
When it's so hard I try to understand.
One day I'll fly coming back to you,
far too late when there's nothing left to do.
You can waste a lifetime running from regret.
Nostalgic for the good sweet wine you haven't tasted yet.
If you could lay me down, light the never ending fuse.
A life of deep content fueled with passion for the muse.
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We Can Begin
03:55
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I'm holding you close but you're far, far away
A walk on part as a ghost in your play.
When you've passed all your troubles and your pain onto me.
Hope it sets you free.
And there's no way you can disguise,
that you lie and you cheat and you cheat and you lie.
And when you're all alone and the fear creeps on in.
Then we can begin. Then we can begin.
You sit and you wait for the trouble to come.
Grasp for a reason to say that we're done.
When I've passed all my troubles and my pain on to you.
What's left to do?
And there's no way for me disguise,
that I lie and I cheat and I cheat and I lie.
And when I'm all alone and the fear creeps on in.
Then we can begin. Then we can begin.
And there's no way for me disguise,
that I lie and I cheat and I cheat and I lie.
And when I'm all alone and the fear creeps on in.
Then we can begin. Then we can begin.
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The Early Hours
04:06
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The early hours in this sleepy bar,
where you feel alive, where we feel alive.
Melt into the darkest hues, where you come to me,
I come to you, we feel so alive.
Slowly, sinking down.
You calling me is the only sound I long to hear.
The angels sing, it rings round these basement walls,
where we feel alive, we feel alive.
How they dance, body moves with soul.
You talk to me, I take your hand and we feel alive.
Slowly, sinking down.
You calling me is the only sound I long to hear.
The call of the nigh time pulls so quickly,
the desire not to be alone.
The crawl of the night hours palls so quickly,
when desire will not be undone.
Call me, call me. Calling.
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Dust and Desire
04:23
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The path became lost between dust and desire
The Grapes of Wrath borne of the fire
Mix the red and the gold cos I’m spinning on out
On The Grapes of Wrath and all who conspire
In the darkness we’ll see the endless beauty
As we drink in the wine just to let go
And if you believe then we can be free
Just like before we’re gonna fly
They’re selling you out just as before
The Grapes of Wrath consigned to the fire
As the hunger bites they’ll call you a liar
‘Til your skin and bones are hung on the wire
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The key of life is always a changing, chords re-arranging you for me.
You for me, you have the graces, take me to the places where we can be free.
Your desert song well it belongs to yesterday
Moved on from tyranny as verse.
You had your moment in the sun, now the reckonings begun,
perhaps you'll move on.
Why do you only remember me, in the summertime when days are long
When days are long, you think that you belong, here beside of me, when I've long gone.
Do not cling to those moments caught in photographs.
With dust so thick that is hard to see.
You dressed me up in company but that is not how life should be
Can't claim it for the beauty of the scene.
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Stephen Stannard England, UK
Stephen is a songwriter, musician and producer. He has record solo albums under the names The Rowan Amber Mill and Making Tea for Robots. He is also in the folk duo Rowan : Morrison and the psych-folk trio Meadowsilver.
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