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We are not true
We are not pure We are not right O but still I'll steal to you at night Too selfish by half Too ugly by far But when your songs have been sung, come to me Rumours are rife And winter blows cold Reminds me of such wretched times And yet all the same I will never deign To think ill of you When all's well My love is like cathedral bells Amongst all the dross The lies and the grief There are so many things you just wouldn't believe But amongst all the dross The lies and the grief When all's well My love is like cathedral bells |
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What I get from you I sometimes steal
When I let belief invade what I should feel Still I do believe that men are fools And you don't always escape that rule But this time there will be no fight For this time you are in the right And even I can see So heaven help me I only want a room to call my own And a bright shiny hearth to call my home But when you give me love I don't deserve I wonder how I have the nerve To number you amongst the ones That I call every name under the sun Unjust I must be So heaven help me And all the things I yearn to possess When they fall into my hands I could not want them less And are you supposed to smile and say it didn't matter anyway And if you are a fool you'd be To shrug off all this cruelty If goodness is wrong in heaven you will never belong And I'll never fall on my knees and say heaven help me please Heaven help me please Heaven help me |
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Frances keep your mouth shut dear
We don't want the neighbors 'round With their ugly little schemes That make the pretty world go 'round And there's a place in it for every one of us I'll keep the home fires burning Only don't make a fuss And if you're not impressed With the wares life has to show You can take them or leave them They choose their own fare who say no There's some ugly little dreams For pretty girls to buy It's enough to make you mad But it's safer just to break down and cry It's a battlefield Frances You fight or concede Victory to the enemy Who call your strength insanity What chance for such girls How can we compete? In a world that likes its women Stupid and sweet I bet you rue the day The angels gave you your share Of bright cornflower blue eyes And golden hair And there's a lot of ugly little dreams For pretty girls to buy It's enough to make you mad But it's safer just to break down and cry It's safer just to break down and cry |
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Hush your mouth now honey mine
Have you been waiting all this time To so loudly disagree Kick the feet from under me Did you come here to shoot me down Bury my on my own home ground Hold your tongue now mother mine For you've held it all this time And now's no time to shout and swear That you despise the things I care about For your territory Will always be miles and miles from me Stop my mouth with kisses dear For ever they will keep me here And these drunken blasphemies Must never make us enemies For we'll have to meet once more Sober and as strongly BOUND as before |
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There's a Belfast girl I loved and lost
On the rolling hills around my home Now she stays home nights behind locked doors Since a plastic bullet stopped him And he don't come no more There's a Belfast boy was loved and lost On the crowded streets of his own home town Pepper my heart with a lover's words And I'll pepper yours with a Getlin gun Mother my heart is full of lead And it weighs me down and I just can't cry Remember me to schoolboy friends And tell it as it was, please try So come by my boy and sit you down There's a tale to hear, a tale to tell this town You say the devil will get me some day You can tell him I'm waiting Cause these are the things I must say Mother my heart is full of lead And life holds few surprises too Tell that to the little ones Before they learn to leaugh at you Mother my heart is full of lead And it weighs me down and I just can't cry Remember me to schoolboy friends And tell it as it was, please try |
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Narrow streets breed narrow minds and
Care for king but not for kind It's a short hop to a long weekend when every move you apreehend You'll never find room to find your feet to walk out of this avenue Your pockets are lined with promises when did you promise ever pay for shoes? Counting coal trucks by the line and raise your glasses one more time 'Cause Billy has gone off to war And God knows what he's fighting for But wartime will make him a man Work that no one see, if you can A hero's grave is 6 feet deep not Room enough for all his plans. She can scrub the step but if he'll never gleam If he did she'd smash the dream And they've held the world too long But dreams are what you wake up from Father was a fighter too The only way to jump the queue Boxing clever, times were tough But will that ever be enough? You'd never find room to find his feet To walk out of these avenues Their pockets are lined with promises When did they promise ever pay for shoes? When did they promise ever pay for shoes? |
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Kid, what changed your mood?
You've gone all said, so I feel sad, too I think I know some things we never outgrow You think it's wrong I can tell you do How can I explain When you don't want me to? Kid, my only kid You look so small, you've gone so quiet I know you know what I'm about I won't deny it But you forgive, though you don't understand You've turned your head You've dropped my hand All my sorrow, all my blues All my sorrow Shut the light, go away Full of grace, you cover your face Kid, gracious kid Your eyes are blue, but you won't cry I know angry tears are too dear You won't let them go |
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Over dale and over hills
I'll take you through the cotton mills To the ginnels where we played And where are friendships all were made Still they came and tore them down And now we live in Anytown They came and tore it down And now this place could be Anytown Can't forget and won't forgive The places we've been forced to live Sticks and stones may break my bones But rather that than live alone For they came and tore it down And now we live in Anytown They came and tore it down And now this place could be Anytown Rags to riches, that's a lie For some things money just can't buy Thicker than water blood may be And comfort still brings misery For they came and tore it down And now we live in Anytown They came and tore it down And now this place could be Anytown They took the heart when they ripped it down And in its place sent Anytown Summer in the driving rain I can hear the Oldham train. |
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Who would be born into a mans's man's man's world?
But what do children care For grown ups' despair A house can hold both boy and girl But every mother's son grows up And daughters imitate And the burden of careworn world Is his to bear --Hers to wait As the open world of a tomboy girl Closes on a growing wife From a childhood clear Through teenage years That always seem to be more Trouble than strife. From the hot dark of the night To the cold light of day From the cradle to wife to grave Unless I stand in the way As the open world of a tomboy girl Closes in with growing strife For my own sake I'll comfort take To know I'd never make a wife As the open world of a tomboy girl Closes in with growing strife For my own sake I'll comfort take In the knowledge that I'd never make a wife You hear them talk of women's way with hatred And it cuts me like a knife Poor men, so much to bear The children and the trouble and strife The open world of a tomboy girl Is the best of life From a childhood clear You end up here In trouble and strife |
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Show me something worse
Than a child outside a church Begging with a cardboard box In a heartless town that hurts and mocks And on a chair anywhere I will sit down and cry And close my eyes Against the Christmas windows Here in Christmas town A young girl rests her tattered head And the festive lights shine down And if she were a kitten Someone would take her home But we've no pity for our own kind Our hearts are stone Our eyes are blind Show me something more Than the wolf at the door All the begging in the cold To keep the wolf from the fold Show me something more Than the an honest girl turned thief or wore Under African sun or Dublin rain Necessities remain the same On the roof the old wood shed The moon rested its pale head Cost a woman on a screen Who saw same things she'd never seen And on a chair in a hospital She sat down and cried And close her eyes Show me something more Than the wolf at the door All the begging in the cold To keep the wolf from the fold Show me something more Than the an honest girl turned thief or wore Under African sun or Dublin rain Necessities remain the same |
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