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Thunderbird
05:05
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Cannonball cannonball clouds in the sky
Let fly the Thunderbird, Let fly the Thunderbird
To rile up the wild blue
Travelin' on travelin' on in slow motion
But I can see now, clear to the ocean
Here she comes, Here she comes and time starts standin'
Beating wings, sweeping low, never landing
She flew away, flew away some years ago
But if I ever took another, she'd surely blow
Through my brain raisin' cain where once was mendin'
Like so many times before, on a day like war neverending
Cannonball cannonball clouds in the sky
She left me hiding, left me high, and left me dry
But I'm hung up, yeah I'm hung up on the Thunderbird
Arms raised to the rain everytime she came
To trouble my world
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2. |
Blue, Dyed in the Wool
05:12
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Bitter pills in a party town
Bitter and brown ale to wash 'em down
Come laugh a while, you'll get the hang of me
By far my own worst enemy
But dont get me wrong if my face it falls
Its just nature coming through the claws
So hunt the hare boy, you're gaining ground
And come around ye dark hound, come around
Come around ye dark hound, come around
CH
Well I've tried and I dont often lose
Oh but a mind can be cruel
And the sky cries down on my new shoes
Blue dyed in the wool
(Blue dyed in the the wool boys
Blue dyed in the wool)
Now Ive learned to make my old engine turn
Pull on that choke and let my petrol burn
But my friend you throw out a wrecking ball
But you dont get nothing at all
I may gun this thing boot-first through the wall
BR
But take the time
And Ill take the hit
Yeah take your time
Im killing mine
Oh shine a light on another weary night
A flame as good as out of fuel
Ill dream away the day alright
Blue dyed in the wool
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Buses
03:16
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Where a mind and sky is clear and wide
A friend'll come and see me once in a while
Pulling on my leg that he belongs
Pulling on my arm to come along
Down from the mountain, and through the town
Just looking for some place that wont drag me down
Where Im thinking I will drink and Ill succumb
Roll on home to where the buses dont run
Ch
Yeah we're out where the buses dont run
Out here where the buses dont run
In the wild frontier, no train stops here
Way out where the buses dont run
And off the road, past Blackskull in the night
I fell in the Lagan on night I was full alright
We'd been in an inn and one of us had won
What there was to win and someone pulled a gun
We took off running, through the trees
Writhing under the lash of the leaves
But I'd take in pain over vacant and numb
Out here where the buses dont run
(We're...)
Too many nights, and parasites
Now I just sit out on my porch and watch the lights
I don't go there with my people anymore
At every shave and every haircut on the door
But come on over, 3 rats in my shack
A tree growin through the old car out the back
We got beer in a bottle, Whisky in a drum
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The B Side
03:50
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Lovers burned across the old town
You think Id'a learned by now
But I was holed up after hours
Feeling low as a willow bough
Then I felt the kiss of a stranger
But felt like this was a cry so far
From the string along of her siren song
And I live now among those scars
Tables turn, revolutions start
So run that needle through her heart
Youll always find when theyve had enough
I dont mind the B side of her love
I dont mind the B side of her love
Players move along a threshold
Where deeper groves are spinning now
Whatever happened to that anthem
It got scratched up and worn on down
Lovers burn and I turn it up
You think Id'a learned by now
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Satellite Town
04:49
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Tell it straight when you come, tell it straight when you come
To the satellite town, the satellite town
Big citys just a dream, swimming in the brain and the bloodstream
We touched it once with our sound machines
Big citys just a dream
And your billboards down on Main, veneration in your name
We don't fly, we crash in flames
Through your billboard down on Main
Take 'em in one by one
Oh the tales from beyond the Sun
And sail out across the sound
From the satellite town
We live in rows of empty space, even the crows don't remember my face
Buried deep in the paperchace, out here in empty space
Please set us free with just a taste
Out here in empty space
They say we're all still in the race, big citys just a place
Trail runs cold, the years are ablaze
But we're all still in the race
So we'll sit out on the sideline, just sizing up the skyline
From the breathless flames of burning time
Way out here on the line
Way out here on the line
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Devils
03:59
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Coming up they'd already planned ya
Coming home in a Black Maria
Those days can weigh in absentia
But on you ventured on your own lonely road
Take it from me its a long long way
You take a blue pencil to the history
These old pages are stained and decaying
These old pistols too corroded now to reload
And those devils, they come up creeping
Take it from me, Ive been a different animal
Take it from me, I still get a little evil
Put it down son, come sit down next to me son
We'll chase the Grey Goose, forget about the wild ones
Theyll have you running for all the things that they done
You may have cut them but deals can be broken
Take it from me, Ive been a different animal
Take it from me, I still get a little evil
But even I know you cant live a lie no
You can never go running with the devils.
And those devils, they come up creeping
In your days and while youre sleeping
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Beside the Dying Fire
05:02
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Beside the dying fire
Just say the word, we'll cut and run
Dancing slow now up on the wall
Shadows fall like burning Autumn
Take a sip for the times we fixed it
Take a sip for the times it didnt need fixing
And the rest can drown the hard times
Till morning creeps in with its heavy boots on
Slow Burning here beside the dying fire
Heres to the teen, they still know magic
You draw and draw, a vein runs dry
But fair you are still silent in ember orange
On your skin pale as these November skies
Slow burning here beside the dying fire
No returning here to the waning hours
Beside the dying fire
just say the word and we can get closer
Turn up our collars to coming Winter
Turn up this stillness into whispers
Into whispers
Slow burning here beside the dying fire
No returning here to the waning hours
Slow burning here beside the dying fire
No returning we're right down to the wire
Beside the dying fire
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Thunderbird pt. 2
04:27
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Another long and strung out wait
For the sky to clear and the clouds to break
Just had time to acclimate
And to the level line shes gone
But eyes still freeze and hearts they melt
As shes set against the twilight belt
Of Venus in the Winter wind
Just out of reach
You cant cage a bird of prey
You cant hold it under
And wonder why someday
Its blood and thunder
The colour of the wing again
The way she'd move and the way she'd sing
Struck me down like Sullivan
On the plains of Shenandoah
I suffered the attraction
And the equal and opposite reaction
She flew straight to my hand
Fell right through my fingers and gone
But lingers on
Another long and strung out wait
For minds to clear and hearts to break...
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9. |
The Barren Waste
04:29
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Ragged dog paws the plain
Of his home out in the rain
Watching me rolling over stony ground
Theres kids out in the valley
Still brownbagging in the alleys
Warms my heart to see them hanging round
Not washed out in the flood
Wheels spinning in the mud
Take us from these times we've known
Take us on the long road home
I just need some time face to face
Oh take us from here this barren waste
Wire mother takes her toll
Crawls into our young souls
With life to take and life to teach
All the crystal clear confusion
The raw heart of a revolution
In your palm and always out of reach
We're washed out in the flood
Wheels spinning in the mud
Thieves move in the shadows
Then flash like Vegas arrows
With a promise of life beyond just being born
With snake oil thick and sweet
For creatures sick and weak
And infants from their very arms torn
We could all just take our chances
Go on their merry merry dances
But we've been too well-worn by the storm
And washed out in the flood
Wheels spinning in the mud
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Surfing up to Castlerock
04:02
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Way up to the north coast of the island
Wind blows from heartland to sea of green
Carrying those heavy clouds of Winter
Grey as stone they move like Gunga Din
Let me see the waves out in the water
Noone knows just where they go
Come crashing down or come to nothing
Kids riding on their backs in a rodeo
The best things in life aint always free but
We don't surf Okinawa
We don't surf North Carolina
It aint Oahu in Hawaii
We all go surfin up to Castlerock
We all go surfin up to Castlerock
Well the rain it pushed the beasts into the bucket
High water drove poor Charley down the line
Here it falls and still it calls to many
But Charley don't surf here in the Wintertime
Cos it aint for the weak or for the weary
It aint for the meek or thin of skin
And there wont be no worship of the sun here
From the White Rocks west and back again
(We don't surf North California)
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Nowhere
03:37
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Sail out into the blackness
Spinning disc and the moon of Atlas
You got all you need to lead and guide you
Oh inside you
Its the long haul on a breath of wind
But the longshoreman will pull you in
Long after other men go down in distress
Thrashing in mute protest
You bet your life on superstition
Youre set on worthless benediction
And youre nowhere
Youre nowhere
Youre nowhere
Going nowhere
Go down where the wild things go
Cut the cord in utero
Grind at the mill till you spill your sweat and soak through
But they wont own you
Theyll stone you for youre attitude
Just throw em back with their platitudes
The last one standing wont be far behind you
Oh the last one standing wont be far behind
Sail out into the blackness
Spinning disc and the moon of Atlas
Theyll watch as you cross without a prayer
Oh theyre nowhere
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12. |
Hanging on the Hill
05:46
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HANGING ON THE HILL
Shoulda kept on that iron last
Far from the big iron blast
Gangs and militia ain't no school for ya
Pistol in your pocket aint no tool for ya
Blood was spilled and good men went down
Terror reigned on the streets of our town
Now lawless ways and insurgency
Give way to laid rope and gravity
Oh Tom oh Tom youre gonna dance
And I'll be under the drop till youre still
Oh Tom oh Tom youre gonna swing
And we'll leave you hanging on the hill
O'Brian O'Brian sold you out son
The viper in your chest poisoned your gun
Muddy water muddy water cannot harbour you
No quarter no quarter in the stars for you
No flee and no flight from arrest
If all had kept their secrets in their breasts
Highwayman highwayman see
No one can hear you but me
No one can hear you but me
When the cries from the crowd stop ringing
The birds will still be singing
They'll cut you down and open
Chain you up through the healing and hoping
Till a family is safe in their home
And time has paled your bones
So once more feel the air and the grass Tom
Shoulda kept on that iron last Tom...
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Richard Murray Northern Ireland, UK
Richard Murray is a Northern Irish Alt. Country Singer/Songwriter. After 10 years as a session musician he released his debut album in 2007 and has been writing, recording and performing solo and with many other artists. His music found a home in 2017 at Ginger Syrup Records who have been at the helm of his latest release 'The Long Haul'. ... more
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