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This Bird Has Flown
03:23
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This bird has flown
No more a secret, we all know
Some birds are made for house or cage
But never choked upon the stage
This bird has flown
Now free to flutter on alone
Some birds fly higher than the rest
But this bird’s coming home to nest
This beak is broke
No words to speak, no songs, no hope
No more to sing or laugh or cry
This bird is for the by and by
These wings are raw
Hard worked and bloody from the war
Once borne to beat so high and proud
No more to soar above the crowd
These feathers fall
Drift to the ground, pale and forlorn
Once coloured brightly by the sun
Now plucked and puckered from the hunt
This bird has flown
Into the cold blue sky alone
No more a flock, than four or three
This bird will live forever free
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I’ve got one eye on heaven
And one eye on home
Seems so long since I’ve seen you
Feels like decades ago
As I turn to the clouds I pray for one last touch
I’ve got one eye on heaven and one eye on love
I’ve got one eye on justice
And one eye on peace
Seems like nobody’s listening
Seems there’s no-one to preach
As I gaze at their faces I see no sign of change
I’ve got one eye on heaven and one eye on the stage
I’ve got one eye on me
And one eye on you
Every day we get closer
Every night something new
As our lives intertwine I feel our love taking root
I’ve got one eye on heaven and one eye on you
One eye gets blinded and one eye goes black
One man in pieces and another intact
One face gets burned and one smiles back
Two men divided, on the same track
I’ve got one eye on the horizon
And one eye on my back
Seems the more that I love
The more my loved ones attack
As I look to the sky it grows a menacing black
I’ve got one eye on heaven and there’s no turning back
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I don’t want to play this old game
Getting drunk on a stage as the memories fade
I don’t want to feed this old lie
As it puffs up my pride and the roots twist inside
I have had enough of bad times
Bad religion and lies eating into my life
I have seen my share of disgraces
In familiar faces to keep me in line
‘Cause I’ve been told
That dreams grow old
Before they’re born
I’ve soaked in sin
And spread my wings
But nevermore
I have seen the church all my life
As a weakness inside that the poor people hide
I have seen their comical ways
Left redundant today while our morals decay
I have seen society slide
Into desolate times as our country declines
I have seen how ‘us’ becomes ‘I’
As we leave love behind in this secular time
But I saw God
With arms aloft
And hands to hold
I’ve seen the void
Of faith destroyed
But nevermore
I have heard it said many times
That science defines while religion is blind
I have seen the mark of our maker
In wonders of nature that cry out creator
I have seen the purest of hearts
Shining brighter than stars in the depths of the dark
But as we fight our way through this age
I see none of the sages to light up our path
And as they cry
Over our decline
And man’s great lie
I see a trace
Of golden grace
Upon the sky
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If it hadn’t been for you
If it hadn’t been for you
I would have fallen down
Deep under the ground
If it hadn’t been for you
If it hadn’t been for you
I would have never come round
I’d still be the same sad clown
If it had been up to me
If it had been up to me
I would have wasted away
Lost track of each day
If it had been up to me
If it had been up to me
I would have stumbled my way
Never learned how to kneel or pray
If it hadn’t been for you
I’d still be a melancholy fool
If it hadn’t been for you
I’d still be singing the same old blues
If it hadn’t been for you
If I didn’t have your love
If I didn’t have your love
I would be crumbling down
Like a house built on sand
If I didn’t have your love
If I didn’t have your love
I would be tossed to the sea
No more than a breath on the breeze
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Digitally Lonely
05:09
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I’m sick in the head
I want to crush your iPhone
Smash it apart with my fists
And turn it into a dreidel
I’m a twittering wreck
I lost Myspace in the cosmos
A voice adrift in the void
In a sea of empty vessels
I need respect
Give me a voice on your forum
My comments deserve respect
My opinions are really important
I’m bound to impress
I’ve got a blog and I’m dangerous
I’m armed to the teeth with text
And I’m hunting down new followers
I need your feed
I’m feeling empty and bored
I don’t even care if this friendship is real
I just hate being ignored
I’m not afraid of change
But I’m feeling digitally lonely
I’d rather just sit with my friends
And hug my wife when she pokes me
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Beggar Hoboken
05:09
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No one listens to songs anymore
They’re just part of the background like a picture on a wall
And everybody’s growing their beards so long
But no one listens to the words in the song
The world keeps spinning around and around
And status updates bring me down
If opinions matter so much to you
Why aren’t you out there doing some good?
All these governments doing it again
Stirring up war and making plans
And antisemitism’s growing each year
I can’t help thinking end times are near
Fight the fight but don’t be trite
Don’t take a stand just to have a right
‘Cause my Grandpa didn’t go to war with Hitler
For your right to post your nipple on Twitter
Terrorists are living not far from here
And concentration camps in North Korea
History’s coming full circle again
But this time it’s gonna be us not them
How in the world did it come to this?
Russell Brand’s hair is a communist
And democracy is going out of style
And now Rolf Harris is a paedophile
Christians are the scourge of the day
With their goodly deeds and loving ways
But beware of cursing the whole damned lot
Just for the sins of the few at the top
Three Jewish boys found in a ditch
A chance for the press to hunt the witch
And all this talk about apartheid states
But it’s freedom that the press really hates
No one listens to songs anymore
They’re just part of the background like a picture on a wall
And everybody’s growing their beards so long
But no one listens to the words in the song
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Genesis isn’t a textbook, it’s not for us to say
It isn’t even called Genesis, Bereshit is its name
So let’s put this one to bed now, it’s time to move away
Read it in its original form where ‘yom’ means age, not day
And ‘yom’ can mean a multitude of things
There’s depth to the Hebrew that’s not found other languages
And anyway we’re thinking like the Greeks
Read it with a Jewish heart, not like a science geek
But don’t check your science at the door
Don’t check your science at the door of your church
You shouldn’t take your science from a Jewish allegory
Anymore than you’d take health advice from a Kerouac story
It doesn’t make any sense for you to get bent out of shape
There’s more to life than meets the eye and we can all relate
There’s beauty in the universe and fine-tuning to boot
And if you read those books in Hebrew terms you’ll find a deeper truth
So don’t check your science at the door
Don’t check your science at the door of your church
You shouldn’t take your science from a Jewish allegory
Anymore than trigonometry from a Charles Bukowski story
The galaxy centre could be too distant from the parent star
Or there’s too much radiation from adjacent spiral arms
If too little galactic dust leads to slow planet formation
Then there could be too much stellar ultraviolet radiation
Weak gravity causes too much water loss from the atmosphere
Inadequate cloud formation in our planet’s troposphere
Inclination of orbit could leave temperatures too high
And there’s a hundred other factors that could destroy us any time
So don’t check your science at the door
Don’t check your science at the door of your church
You shouldn’t take your science from a Jewish allegory
Anymore than economics from an Enid Blyton story
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8. |
Nobody Knows it But Me
04:52
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My baby’s smile is the sweetest of smiles
And nobody knows it but me
She sparkles and shines like the stars in the sky
And nobody knows it but me
She doesn’t have off days, she doesn’t tell lies
We live off our love and have peace in our lives
My baby’s smile tells me everything’s fine
And nobody knows it but me
My baby curls up in bed every night
And nobody knows it but me
She makes little noises and laughs in her sleep
And nobody knows it but me
I used to have nightmares and wake up in screams
But since she’s been with me I’ve the sweetest of dreams
‘Cause my baby soothes me and makes me complete
And nobody knows it but me
We sit for hours and talk in the bath
And nobody knows it but us
We laugh till we cry and we cry till we laugh
And nobody knows it but us
We knew from the first tender moment of bliss
We know we’ve both waited our whole lives for this
I bought her a ring and I know that it fits
And nobody knows it but us
We have decided that we’ll move away
And nobody knows it but us
We’ll start a new life in a happier place
And nobody knows it but us
When I tell my family I hope they don’t fuss
I hope they’ll get drunk and be happy for us
But I fear that they’ll throw us under the bus
And nobody knows it but me
We got our tickets for a long, lonely flight
And nobody smiled but us
We packed up our things and we said our goodbyes
And nobody smiled but us
My parents gave blessings for breaking new shores
They loved us and hugged us, held open the doors
But everyone else either cried or ignored
And nobody smiled but us
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10. |
It Is Well With My Soul
02:50
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When peace like a river attendeth my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say
‘It is well, it is well with my soul’
It is well with my soul
It is well, it is well with my soul
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come
Let this blest assurance control
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate
And has shed his own blood for my soul
It is well with my soul
It is well, it is well with my soul
My sin oh, the bliss of this glorious thought
My sin, not in part, but the whole
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul
It is well with my soul
It is well, it is well with my soul
O Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll
The trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend
Even so, it is well with my soul
It is well with my soul
It is well, it is well with my soul
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The Quaint & the Curious Chilliwack, British Columbia
The Quaint & the Curious is the solo project of singer/songwriter Taff Thatcher. After six years spent touring and recording with Alt. Country darlings The Whybirds, the Quaint & the Curious was formed as an output for all of the songs, sounds and styles that had been forgotten over the years, collecting dust in the corners of hard drives and tape machines. ... more
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