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Four flights of stairs lead me to my door
Up above the city lights on the second floor
Think I’ll stay at home tonight
listening to the sounds of city lights
Look at the faces of people and places
Living in a world with a downtown view
Four perfect strangers
Passing through life like ships in the night
Four perfect strangers
Living in a world that changes like the weather
So unpredictable
Living in a House of Strangers
Living in a world that changes like the weather
Four easy chairs waiting in my room
Nothing on the tube tonight
Clockwatching ads for cheap perfume
Think I’ll take a bus downtown
taking in the evening sights and sounds
I think I feel a change in the weather
Stay and watch the end of a late night chat show
Four perfect strangers
Passing through life like ships in the night
Four perfect strangers
Living in a world that changes like the weather
So unpredictable
Living in a House of Strangers
Living in a world that changes like the weather
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City Of angels
04:16
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CITY OF ANGELS
Well your mama died young and your daddy was hung
For a crime he didn’t commit I guess your face don’t fit
In the scheme of things that’s the way it is in the City of Angels
You were only nine I think at the time
I guess you remember the day took your father away
And the night it was cold and dark and your sister was screaming
Well she left at sixteen a face like a queen
working to make ends meet out on the street
Begging and stealing sell her body for money
Ever since the day you pay your own way
Living in the gutter thats your bread and butter
Its a fight to survive staying alive in the City of Angels
In the City of angels no cry no tears for Jose now
In the City of angels no cry no tears for Jose now
So stay at arms reach and keep off the beach
No dirty beggars hand gonna soil the golden sand
the lights burn bright all through the night in the hotel bars
Sweep the streets clean at night the police are mean
They shoot to kill its a bitter pill
For a ragged child living wild in the city of angels
Where fabulously rich and obscenely poor
Live in shanty towns and hotels by the shore
A million children living on their wits in the streets of no shame
Drugs and money your life is cheap
Its hard enough to make a blind man weep
And all for the price of Tequila and ice for you and for me Ah for me
In the City of angels no cry no tears for Jose now
In the City of angels no cry no tears for Jose now
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White man's Cause
05:17
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Isaac was a poor man he picked the cotton high
Worked the fields of Alabam’ a slave until he died
His ancestors were Ashanti tribal men of war
They were dragged in chains from Africa to America’s bloody shore
His son a Buffalo soldier fought the Indian wars
Drove the red man from the land all for the white man’s cause
His children live in Harlem urban black and poor
And they fought the reds in Vietnam died for the white man’s cause
Tecumseh was a hero of the English and King George
At the battle of Moraviantown he died for the white man’s cause
His ancestors fought the Spaniards but the settler’s in their hordes
Drove the iron horse across the land and the buffalo was no more
In the Black Hills of Dakota where Sioux nation’s final stand
was at wounded knee like ghosts they dance on Indian sacred land
His children worked the high steel on Manhattans rocky shore
They built those cities in the sky all for the white man’s cause
Truganina ah my heartache for the last Warata flower
Torn from wild Van Demiens land to die in Hobart town
Your ancestors lived in dreamtime before the great black wars
When the European settlers come to kill for the white man’s cause
In the killing fields of Queensland they fought to civilise
For the mining companies profits and a white man’s paradise
Now above the Great Uluru the Worowa children fly
For Lloyd Boney and Ed Murray and a hundred more who died
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Times I’ve been happy and times I’ve been sad
Times I’ve been lonesome almost drive me mad
Gathering in the good times and thrown out the bad
These foolish things they comfort me
The wind and the rain the sun in the sky
Nearer my to heaven on a holy mountain high
Times like this almost feel I could surely fly
These foolish things they comfort me
When sitting by a river bottle of wine
Warm fire just you and I
Sharing these moments captured for all of time
These foolish things they comfort me
So come gather good people wherever you are
Brothers and sisters come drink at the bar
To friends and to lovers wherever you are
These foolish things they comfort me
The whispering breeze the birds as they cry
The earth and the sea every cloud in the sky
This river that flows between you and I
These foolish things they comfort me yeah
And when I’m dead and buried and gone
Gonna scatter me my ashes over all kingdom come
To the earth I return when my day is surely done
These foolish things they comfort me yeah
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Angelita
03:39
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Driving me crazy everything you do
Every night I wanna be with you
Pray for the Day when we could be together
Fire and rain love is forever
Angelita you never call
Every day my hopes they rise and fall
All my letters get no reply
Angelita tell me why oh why
Kiss is a crime and your love I steal
Living a lie but these moments are real
Ah your lips they are sweeter than wine
whenever your bodies next to mine
Angelita you never call
Every day my hopes they rise and fall
All my letters get no reply
Angelita tell me why oh why
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Messiah Come
04:06
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In 1945 gathered at the gates were the holy tribe
Six million souls the few that survived
Are looking to the heavens and praying for a sign
And in the year of famine 85
Dowsing for the rains the waters run dry
Where gathered at the river
The sands of time trickle through their fingers
Like the tears that they cry
But I’m a rich man living in a city of shame
Built on the profits of endless pain
And there’s doubt in mind how the west was won
I’m a lost soul living in the man I’ve become
And I can’t seem to make no sense of
All of this confusion, a life of disillusion my
Heavy heart it breaks with the sound of
the silence of the lambs as they lead them to the slaughter
We’re all God’s children under the sun
Equal in the eyes of everyone
Just praying for a sign oh Messiah come
But we’ll crucify ‘fore the day was done
In 1969 the Flower and the gun marching in time
To the drums of war will peace they find
Gathered on the hill way up high
In 1989 people revolution sweep like a tide
across a world that’s ravaged by years of pain
Barricades breached and fall like rain
But I’m a poor man into the world I come
Naked as a child my father’s first son
And I’ll be judged by everything that I’ve done
From here to eternity kingdom come
And I can’t seem to make no sense of
All of this confusion A life of disillusion my
Heavy heart it breaks with the sound of
the silence of the lambs as they lead them to the slaughter
We’re all God’s children under the sun
Equal in the eyes of everyone
Just praying for a sign oh Messiah come
But we’ll crucify you ‘fore the day was done
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Sitting in the kitchen out on the tiles
Katie and Ali they’re all smiles
Sit and talk the way friends do
About someone they knew
To share these precious times
That’s what friends are for
For crazy nights and lazy days
Assume new meaning in the haze
And the summer sun its shines
Brightest in their eyes
To share these precious times
Thats what friends are for
So dream the dreams that people do
Of fame and fortune all they’ll do
For everything must pass
Forever nothing lasts
To share these precious times
Thats what friends are for
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Rage Johnny rage
05:37
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Johnny was a gambler
He could deal a hand at cards
With the quickfire slip of a mechanics grip
He could steal the queen of Hearts
Magician and a writer a poet and a thinker too
His words are like the the shining path
The things he says he’ll do
Johnny was a stranger and he had a crazy dream
Of a world outside your vision
where no hunger and no greed
No government and no politics
No religion and no war
No heaven and no hell these things
we all keep fighting for
Johnny had a revelation
He dealt himself a lifelong plan
and his words are full of vision for an ordinary man
A boxer and a fighter
Pulls no punches and he’s brave
Gonna rage about the future of all man kind
From the cradle to the grave
We met out on long island
“Tween the Devil and the Deep Blue sea
I was just a travelling man
Oh a wandering wild and free
He and I’d go out drinking nights in downtown city bars
and we’d talk about the world and he would rage
As we travelled on the subway cars
On the church steps after midnight
Where the angels fall from grace
We’d be drunk as Lords and ramblin’ on
‘bout the speed of the human race
He’d say your life is for the living boy “you’ve got seventy years or more”
Gotta seize the day and realize
What you’ve been put here for.
We’re the nuclear generation
We’re all veterans of cold war
Of oh so comforting newspeak, of a military metaphor
We are the peoples revolution the enemy from within
And the worlds a sinking ship in a storm, I’m a passenger and I can’t swim
So be a boxer and a fighter, pull no punches and be brave
And rage about the future of all man kind
From the cradle to the grave.
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Indian summer
03:49
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Eddy Morton Stourbridge, UK
As the founder member of The New Bushbury Mountain Daredevils Eddy Morton toured the UK and Europe constantly for eleven years releasing 8 albums During which time the band appeared at every major Folk/Roots Festival in the UK and Europe including Cambridge, Cropredy, Skagen, Guildford, Dranouter, The Badentreffen and many more. His latest solo release Rainbow Man is available on iTunes ... more
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