1. |
London, I've Missed You
03:50
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London, I've missed you (whoa-oh-oh-oh),
could have bent down and kissed you,
London, I've missed you (whoa-oh-oh-oh),
could have bent down and kissed you.
The crowded skyline is changing all the time,
and I wish that they'd just slow right down,
the traffic speeds by, goes and leaves me behind,
but still I feel home in this town.
Cause London, I've missed you (whoa-oh-oh-oh),
could have bent down and kissed you,
London, I've missed you (whoa-oh-oh-oh),
could have bent down and kissed you.
The hiss of the streets seems familiar to me,
although I've been away far too long,
I reason I'd get swept away with it all,
what if maybe this time I am wrong?
What if this time I'm wrong?
What if this time I'm wrong?
What if this time I'm wrong?
What if this time I'm wrong?
Cause London, I've missed you...
Sheltering from the cold off a cold Euston Road,
when it feels like the chill has stripped me to the bone,
if for you this is hell then I'm under its spell,
cause the view's pretty good here in my diving bell...
So what if this time I'm wrong?
What if this time I'm wrong?
So what if this time I'm wrong?
What if this time I'm wrong?
So what if this time I'm wrong?
What if this time I'm wrong?
So what if this time I'm wrong?
What if this time I'm wrong?
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2. |
Little Victories
02:52
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Walking past you on the stairs,
dream you standing from your chair,
starting up another pointless fire.
So when is this supposed to end,
acting like you are my friend,
all I really want's a little quiet.
Your little victories
take the wind right out of me,
don't know what I want to be no more.
Your little victories
take the wind right out of me,
don't know what I want to be no more.
And we fight,
and I cry,
and we fight,
and I cry.
Scoring points, playing hands,
drawing lines right in the sane,
a smile that hides a need now to conspire.
Hear you tapping at my door,
heart is sinking to the floor,
going to make me out to be a liar.
Your little victories
take the wind right out of me,
don't know what I want to be no more.
Your little victories
take the wind right out of me,
don't know who I want to be no more.
And we fight,
and I cry,
and we fight,
and I cry.
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3. |
Speechless & Spellbound
05:08
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It's been the adventure of a lifetime,
when you took my hand and threw me a lifeline,
brought me places I would scarcely expect,
swimming ice cold rivers and I won't forget,
when we were...
Nestled in a hotel room with faded bed sheets,
dancing slow to midnight man,
somewhere in the Paris snow,
I told you I love you,
I loved you.
Speechless & spellbound,
now the rain has come
to wash the dirt of this earth away.
Speechless & spellbound,
we witness the spark
that welcomes in the birth of the day,
the birth of the day.
Beneath the Venetian storm clouds,
never thought that we'd be so lost and so found,
sat on swings, our childhood suspends,
in your eyes, my lover and my best friend,
my best friend...
Meeting by the railway tracks, we're miles away,
an image that I cannot shake,
waiting there to take my hand,
I told you I love you,
I loved you.
Speechless & spellbound,
now the rain has come
to wash the dirt of this earth away.
Speechless & spellbound,
we witness the spark
that welcomes in the birth of the day,
the birth of...
A pregnant pause, a breath before the rising doubt,
words which are unspoken but which seem to shout,
sat eating ice cream with the power out,
our discourse a sunset.
And now on the hill looking over the lake,
this is the last adventure that we'll ever take,
must have been dreaming but now I'm wide awake,
no remorse, no regrets, no remorse, no regrets.
Speechless & spellbound,
now the rain has come
to wash the dirt of this earth away.
Speechless & spellbound,
we witness the spark
that welcomes in the birth of the day.
Speechless & spellbound,
now the rain has come
to wash the dirt of this earth away.
Speechless & spellbound,
we witness the spark
that welcomes in the birth of the day,
the birth of the...
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4. |
Dreaming of Streetlights
02:38
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Snow, it is falling down
like meteorites
over the forest tonight.
It's dark as a photograph
in its slow flight,
hailing its cold trails of light.
And I'm dreaming of streetlights,
dreaming of streetlights,
I'm sleepless and dreaming of streetlights tonight.
Moth wings in orbit now,
like satellites,
branches on red earth burning bright.
And I'm dreaming of streetlights,
dreaming of streetlights,
I'm sleepless and dreaming of streetlights tonight.
And I'm dreaming of streetlights,
dreaming of streetlights,
I'm sleepless and dreaming of streetlights tonight,
I'm sleepless and dreaming of streetlights tonight,
I'm sleepless and dreaming of streetlights tonight.
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5. |
Sleepless Lullaby
00:33
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Instrumental
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6. |
The Pulse
04:14
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How do I dodge the dirty looks,
you remember the path we took,
people embrace the same old things,
throw it away, let's make pretend.
You accomplish and you destroy,
if you want the end then I'm you're boy,
people embrace the same ideas,
throw it away, let's make pretend.
How can we frame the things we've saved,
and navigate night to a dawn pre-state,
people embrace the same routines,
throw it away, let's make pretend.
Little heart and soul,
little space and time,
little love and peace,
little crack in the mind,
in the wind is the light,
in the wind is the pulse,
I'm a war machine,
I'm a war machine.
It's the same idea,
over and over again,
the storm is here.
It's the same idea,
over and over again,
the storm is here,
the storm is here.
It's the same idea,
over and over again,
the storm is here.
It's the same idea,
over and over again,
the storm is here,
the storm is here.
It'll hurt you baby,
it'll hurt.
It'll hurt you baby,
it'll hurt.
It'll hurt you baby,
it'll hurt.
It'll hurt you baby,
it'll hurt.
It'll hurt you baby,
it'll hurt.
It'll hurt you baby,
it'll hurt.
It'll hurt.
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7. |
Stage Hands
04:20
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Feel, feel the cold
of a new week open up like a black hole,
time, time that you stole,
I want to take them back, the things of mine you stole.
I wouldn't wanna see me on a bad day,
cause my thoughts are turning black and it's heading that way,
I wouldn't wanna see me on a bad day like this...
Cause I'm on film set, these people are stage hands,
kicking at props and pulling down curtains on my life,
the audience howling, glowering and scowling,
tearing my script and throwing it on the fire.
There's a pit in front of me
like the raging swell of a dark and stormy sea,
and the lights, they burn and seer,
these clapping hands are locusts buzzing in my ear.
Cause I'm on film set, these people are stage hands,
kicking at props and pulling down curtains on my life,
the audience howling, glowering and scowling,
tearing my script and throwing it on the fire.
I wouldn't wanna see me on a bad day,
cause my thoughts are turning black and it's heading that way,
wouldn't wanna see me on a bad day,
cause my thoughts are turning black and it's heading that way,
wouldn't wanna see me on a bad day,
cause my thoughts are turning black, it's heading that way,
wouldn't wanna see me on a bad day like this...
Cause I'm on film set, these people are stage hands,
kicking at props and pulling down curtains on my life,
the audience howling, glowering and scowling,
tearing my script and throwing it on the fire.
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8. |
Headlights In The Dark
03:17
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So what possessed you to make such a scene,
were you just restless, were you letting off some steam?
So why'd you go and make it something obscene,
complacent and content to pull apart at the seams?
Why do you walk out of that door,
with that letter in your hands,
think it'll help you understand?
Stuck in the middle, I just go
a little crazy, don't you know,
pulling me two different ways
and I run out of things to say,
turn to pop psychology
still can't see the wood for trees,
just headlights in the dark.
So what possessed you to turn to such words,
pouring salt into the sugar that you stirred?
I know you're angry but they're sure going to hurt,
selling you short, dragging me through the dirt.
Why do you stare down at that screen,
with such venom in your heart,
it's gonna tear us all apart?
Stuck in the middle, I just go
a little crazy, don't you know,
pulling me two different ways
and I run out of things to say,
turn to pop psychology
still can't see the wood for trees,
just headlights in the dark,
etchings in the bark.
You can't shake me, bend me, break me,
I will come back strong from this,
your chance for apology, again forgotten, sorely missed,
and I wonder, can't you see that no this ain't lovers' tiff?
Drag it through the hot, hot coals.
Stuck in the middle, I just go
a little crazy, don't you know,
pulling me two different ways
and I run out of things to say,
turn to pop psychology,
but the words are failing me.
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9. |
Little Mysteries
01:58
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Instrumental
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10. |
Watching The Eclipse
05:16
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Angle the camera, catch something profound,
the words are falling to pictures and sound,
create strange harmonies.
Are we alone or are we together,
dust that is drifting beneath silent heavens,
to new frequencies.
Fell your heart beat,
beneath the streets,
shimmering heat.
Isolated,
but elated,
celebrating...
Under the moon,
in the wilderness,
living in our nests,
sanctified, obsessed, lonely,
under the moon,
watching the eclipse,
held in a strange grip,
a moment and we'll slip
from under the moon.
Vapour trails split the sky in the ravine,
shooting stars passing petrified trees,
the silent symphonies.
Fell your heart beat,
beneath the streets,
shimmering heat.
Isolated,
but elated,
celebrating...
Under the moon,
in the wilderness,
living in our nests,
sanctified, obsessed, lonely,
under the moon,
watching the eclipse,
held in a strange grip,
a moment and we'll slip
from under the moon.
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Mark Charlesworth Manchester, UK
Manchester musician Mark Charlesworth - debut album 'American English' out now, follow-up on the way
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