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| 1. |
| 3:47 | 
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Not for the first time I look back on all those years. Not for the last
time names will ring in my ears. When there was just a gang of us, storming the town by train and bus. A moment of thought this heart sends to old friends. Not for the first time I look back on my first love. Unable to speak or think or move, hand in glove. But what of it now and where is (s)he, (s)he who once meant so much to me? Because we are not, I can't pretend, now old friends. I was told love should hold old friends. I was told love should hold old friends. But when you leave you will close the door behind you - don't we always? - and time won't make amends to old friends. Standing here with my arm around you, life's moved on, and all its borderlines are being redrawn. The winter has come, the roads are white. Everyone's home late tonight. May we stay or will it depend, as old friends? In the end, still old friends? |
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| 2. |
| 4:13 |
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You're here, but what if you weren't? What would have happened to me?
That candle, unburnt, is history. One thing, I guess, this place would be a mess, for my standards at best are undemanding. And that needs your understanding. Still here, but what if we weren't? Where d'you think I would be? For love, I have learnt, depends on geography. Fortune found us when all around us half the couples we knew were disbanding. And that takes some understanding. And do you know even when we disagree, and freedom holds out a hand to me, I know I would never want to be without your company. And I mean that totally. One thing is clear, after all these years, we have reached an understanding. We have reached an understanding. |
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| 3. |
| 4:15 |
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When the light fades on a long bad day, I sometimes weaken. Then I turn
to see you've been waiting for me, I know I'm not beaten. 'Cause you lift me up, you do. Coming home sometimes I catch the headlines. It's been raining since Saturday night. And the trains run late, I'm stuck at Notting Hill Gate. But you'll make it alright. 'Cause you lift me up (you make it alright), you do. Such a little thing, our love won't make the world alright, but love makes sense of life and that's enough, at least tonight. So late at night maybe, when you call me baby, the day will just fall away. 'Cause you lift me up, you do. Words and music by Tracey Thorn. |
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| 4. |
| 4:32 |
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All this short summer night long I've been waiting for you
Just to give me a sign that you feel this way too There are people on the streets for the weekend But I don't hear them There are others I could meet for the weekend But I don't see them Talk to me like the sea, makes me want to get out of the city Talk to me like the sea, makes me want to get out of the city I have a dream, of an inky blue sea You could give up your job and go there with me I know we'd miss the football and the dancing There's always something And you'd worry that the people here'd be talking But that's nothing Talk to me like the sea, makes me want to get out of the city Talk to me like the sea, makes me want to get out of the city In the morning I sit on the train and wonder If I can go through all this again you know I Feel like staying till the end of the line this time... This time, this time, this time Oh yeah. uh huh. We come to fight and dream in this fairground of a town Through the sweet and sickly streets from the airless undergrounds While the planes fly out of Heathrow taking people late at night To where the fields are like Australia in the early morning light Talk to me like the sea, makes me want to get out of the city Talk to me like the sea, makes me want to get out of the city Talk to me like the sea In the morning I sit on the train Talk to me like the sea Hey hey hey Talk to me like the sea In the morning I sit on the train Talk to me like the sea Oh oh yeah Talk to me like the sea Oh yeah, I sit on the train. Talk to me like the sea |
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| 5. |
| 3:50 |
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Leaving at dawn to beat the traffic, do you remember that too? Curled asleep on the back seat, do you remember that too? The soundless dark, the empty road, do you remember that too? And that child asleep, only eight years old, do you recognise as you?
June, July, September, stretched ahead and out of view. The whole world seemed a safe place, and never ending too. But it was never as simple as you thought, there were just things you never knew, and up ahead your parents bore the weight of all their worries and yours too. Windows down on the coast road, wanting to be first to see the sea. The whole world seemed a safe place, temporarily. But it was never as simple as you thought, and you found out as you grew, that up ahead your parents had borne the weight of all their worries and yours too. All their worries and yours too. |
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| 6. |
| 3:22 |
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Love, love is strange
Many people take it for a game Once you've had it you're in an awful fix 'Cause after you've had it you never wanna quit A lot of people, they don't understand They think lovin' is money in their hand Your sweet lovin' is better than a kiss When you leave me those kisses I will miss Love, oh woh, love is strange Many people, oh woh, take it for a game Once you've had it, oh woh, you're in an awful fix 'Cause after you've had it, oh woh, you never wanna quit A lot of people, woh woh, they don't understand They think lovin', oh woh, is money in their hand Your sweet lovin', oh woh, is better than a kiss When you leave me, oh woh, those kisses I will miss When you leave me, oh woh, those kisses I will miss Those kisses I will miss, those kisses I will miss Those kisses I will miss |
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| 7. |
| 4:38 |
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Now we're in twin cities, where the Mississippi rises and then falls.
One is Minneapolis, the other though less famous, is St. Paul. There are stray dogs on the highway and the local farmers moan about lack of rain. When the winds blew last winter I'd swear England had another hurricane. And we are twin cities and we are that river. From the standing still, we will be delivered. The last time in new york was with Mandela and Madonna and the Mets. For icons of an era, well, that's about as famous as it gets. I've seen cities full of ticker tape and cotton trains through Utah disappearing out of sight. And now I'm standing in a city that's as pretty as an ocean in the night. And we are twin cities and we are that ocean. from the standing still, we are set in motion. And no one calls me up to say, "how long are you going to be away?" No one calls me up to say, "don't let that life lead you astray" They were rioting in Detroit on the night the pistons won it back to back. I was out of there the next day and I only had just two bags to pack. And we are twin cities and we are one river. From the standing still, we will be delivered. and we are twin cities and we are one ocean. From the standing still, we are set in motion. |
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| 8. |
| 3:50 |
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I've never been skating on a frozen river
Joni and Jane make it sound so cool Sometimes I can get so down it seems Nothing much is gonna turn me around They could freeze the brook outside my home But it's only small, not like the Hudson Where I'd be clean away, the only one Down through winter trees, on a smooth run on a frozen river But look at me now I'm getting to you And all afternoon you have been so bright "No use turning good into bad" At times like this you are always right And the snowdrops are through, I never knew And my oldest jokes still have you reeling I'll put the troubles I find to the back of my mind Sometimes my love has the craziest feeling like a frozen river Half the world will sleep alone tonight Friends of mine as well Half the world are on their own tonight Friends of mine as well There's a river below this bright night sky So full of stars, it's the best for ages Where I stand in the lane, having shut off the car Just hearing your wonder like a frozen river You're like a frozen river |
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| 9. |
| 5:01 |
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A summer evening; I walk past the window,
Baby's crying; Someone's cooking dinner There's laughter on the TV Someone's learning the violin. How at home, it heals At times like this, I feel that... CHORUS: I would like to live like anybody else In one place And I could be happy and fulfilled In one place So I get the map out And draw a line of where we've been It goes thru sea and sky Twenty-five planes this year And it's only July... This is not some Bible, like "On The Road" It's just a song about coming home And whether... CHORUS: I would like to live like anybody else In one place And I could be happy and fulfilled In one place And you know that I have found That I'm happiest weaving from town to town And you know Bruce said we should keep moving 'round Maybe we all get too tied down, I don't know Hell, I don't know I'm happy to be home (Still alive) Happy to be home... In the end, if you take care You can be happy or unhappy anywhere CHORUS: And I think we maybe all rely too much On one place I know I never would deny the need For one place So I get the map out (get the map out) Yeah I get the map out (get the map out) C'mon, get the map out (get the map out) Get the map out (get the map out) |
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| 10. |
| 3:27 |
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You always loved the sad songs, like you loved it when I lost, so I don't tell you when I'm happy because it only makes you cross. And I thought as I was leaving, and it strkes me every time, politics aside we always, I thought we always got on fine.
Crystal clear were my intentions, but you didn't want to know, when there's no point in staying, you just go. And I'll be driving through provincial towns and places sweetly named, and I'll be looking for a centre, for a sense of live contained. But them I'm out the other side and through suburban avenues and I realise it never was there. Well, that's how I feel about you. Crystal clear were my intentions, but you didn't want to know, when there's no point in staying you just go. |
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| 11. |
| 5:58 |
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Lying in bed on a weekday night
Listening to the title fight From a town the radio said was Atlantic City The branches brush the windows The hour is early evening And Frankie's beating hell out of the champion Frankie is the one, you know Frankie is the boy I hope my sister's listening from her place in Illinois For though the world is turning darkly all the stars are out tonight There are dreams still shining, redefining all that makes us feel alright Lying in bed in the afternoon listening to Frankie Lymon tunes While the people make their way home from the dusty city The breezes blow the curtains the hour is early evening and Frankie's singing songs just like a champion Frankie was the one, you know Frankie was the boy My sister shook his hand the night he played at the Savoy And though the world is turning darkly all the stars are out tonight There are dreams still shining, redefining all that makes us feel alright Frankie is the one, you know Frankie is the boy Frankie bears the weight of all our sorrow and our joy For though the world is turning darkly all the stars are out tonight There are dreams still shining, redefining all that makes us feel alright I feel alright |
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| 0:57 | 
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