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English Country Day
02:14
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Morning breaks over the lakes, sunlight pierce the hills Townsfolk wait to start the day, the heat slowly spills The market stalls are poised for the coming hours of trade And so begins an English country day
Palms laced with silver, handmade goods exchanged Crafted with love from the working man, in a distant mountain range The silver funds his daughter with some new music to play To liven up the English country day
Palms are calloused, in a distant farming yard To the soundtrack of livestock that feed the boulevard At night you feel the stillness as the only soul awake Before another English country day
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Who Wants Some Booze
03:48
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Is anybody waiting, who wants some booze? I have a gallery of bottles you can choose I can lend an ear, for you to vent the latest news Is anybody waiting, who wants some booze?
I can pour you a pint, with a Guinness and shamrock To clear your mind when you’re feeling blue Just hand me the cotton, maybe leave a tip or two Is anybody waiting, who wants some booze
I can raise your spirits, with a whiskey doused in honey And break the ice with a couple cubes Maybe fix a fancy cocktail as you’re dazzling your boo Is anybody waiting, who wants some booze?
Is anybody waiting, who wants some booze? I have a gallery of bottles you can choose I can lend an ear, for you to vent the latest news Is anybody waiting, who wants some booze?
Solos
I can pour you a wine, put the world to right over a bottle We can raise a glass long overdue I could give the kick to help you bust a move Is anybody waiting, who wants some booze?
Is anybody waiting, who wants some booze? I have a gallery of bottles you can choose I can lend an ear, for you to vent the latest news Is anybody waiting, who wants some booze?
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All Came Back Around
02:34
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When we last met you seemed at home City lights, the sights and sounds You seemed at peace with life as such Before it all came back around
You’re in self-incarceration Loved ones become estranged The lovely soul we once knew Has become rearranged
And you feel the light shine on your face You’re underneath a dark cloud I’ll be just one phone call away And I’ll turn back around
You made a life of what you love, Painting smiles like they’re portraits Now you mindlessly clock in and out Counting down the hours and days
You’d be welcomed with open arms Your family’s always proud Just find the strength within yourself To turn it back around
You weep at windows to the west At another day gone by But to climb out to the open air Shows the beauty of the night
We should grab a drink and jam some more Unite in sights and sounds I’ll be just one phone call away, And I’ll turn back around
I’ll be just one phone call away, And I’ll turn back around
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The Next Move
02:55
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A crowded room, December on Friday night The beer flows free, and the youngsters running wild Several hundred faces, none I recognise I excuse myself, try to get some air outside
Tap on my shoulder, I turn around feeling somewhat confused Exchange introductions, and at hello I was enthused I offered you your favourite drink and I’m so glad you didn’t refuse I’ve made a start but I’ll let you make the next move
The other faces blur as I focus on your eyes We start getting closer start getting more tactile I’m called onstage liven up the night You step up to dance I wish one of my feet were right
I send the crowd dancing round you keep falling into my view A wink or two sent your way, you seem charmed and amused We’ve both been lonely for a while, I think you could be my muse I’ve made a start but I’ll let you make the next move
I step offstage and we find somewhere quiet I listen to your passions, and some background of your life We practise our Spanish finding where our fuego lies Standing silent and close feel the spark ignite
Y veo la duda en tus ojos azul We can go our separate ways, both got nothing to lose I leave my number just in case you wanna start something new I’ve made a start but I’ll let you make the next move
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Fly Away
02:51
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I could see the same sunrise that I see every day, where I know that I’ll be safe I could wear the same suit, for the job that I hate for a guaranteed pay check
Or I can pack a bag, and hop on a plane, step on soil that isn’t mine I’ll never know until I try
Until I fly away, step in the shoes of Mercury Become the foreign tongue I’ve feared, and the different coloured face Yeah I’ll fly away, my fortunes lie in the roll of the dice But it will be the best time of my life
I’ll escape the routine, the never ending grind, that ends in my four walls I’ll learn how to deal with the hand I am dealt, put the cards on the table
I’ll just pack a bag, and hop on a plane, step on soil that isn’t mine I’ll never know until I try
Until I fly away, step in the shoes of Mercury Become the foreign tongue I’ve feared, and the different coloured face Yeah I’ll fly away, my fortunes lie in the roll of the dice But it will be the best time of my life
I’ll just pack a bag, and hop on a plane, step on soil that isn’t mine I’ll never know until I try
Until I fly away, step in the shoes of Mercury Become the foreign tongue I’ve feared, and the different coloured face And I’ll fly away, my fortunes lie in the roll of the dice But it will be the best time of my life
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10 Years That Made Me
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The lamp creeps in through the attic door, the antiques see light of day To sweep dust clouds off an old keyboard And lo my life did change
Arrive to school in the early hours Some time ‘fore the iron bells ring While most kids hung round the playground I opened the piano lid
Those black keys and ivories move hammers onto strings From here I met a new outlet to channel my feelings I never thought I’d walk this road but I’ll just wait and see A look back on the 10 years that made me
The guitar sits upon my lap Just 6 strings and the truth I’d slave away, working in my cave To tell my stories new
To pack my load and hit the road, And sing my cares away Both friends at my side and at my feet And cheering out my name
My passion shows my knowledge grows, my room gets crowded in New groups to seek most of my week I hone my discipline I engulf my idle thoughts in sounds and melodies A footprint in the 10 years that made me
Of all the roads I’ve walked before, have lead me onto here To share my songs around the world and make it my career.
When I arose and first exposed didn’t think I’d live this way The paths entwined that all combined for where I am today I don’t know what the future holds, but I can’t wait to see I’m so proud of the 10 years that made me.
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Intimacy
02:47
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Midnight passed three hours ago, the outside air is still The clock ticks by like the candlelight, who’s imprint we sit by to feel Your cherubic sighs ripple through the fire, singing stories and secrets to me I didn’t feel the flames but I felt the intimacy
Daylight peeps through your window, reflects upon your skin Vapours seep born from tea leaves, envelopes from within It sits where you lie, in clothes that were once mine, as you awake peacefully I didn’t feel the warmth but I felt the intimacy
I love her style, and I love her voice, her conversations too You can remove those last nouns, my words would still be true She can’t help but inspire my growing desire, to tell her what she means to me
I didn’t feel the romance but I felt the intimacy
I want to pass these feelings I have, and I don’t want to lie I’ll let my jacket hold its warmth to you, when we step outside If you can forgive the hand I write with, and the words I send out to thee I don’t say this with love, but it’s said with intimacy
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Hound From Bailey Lane
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Idly driving, thought it’s just another day It all changed when I locked eyes with the hound from Bailey Lane
Walking without a collar, or a lead and owner with Heading to the traffic as if you’re trying to get squished I stopped to pull over, and deter you from the cars If you don’t have an owner I’ll have to take you in as ours
Idly driving, thought it’s just another day It all changed when I locked eyes with the hound from Bailey Lane To live a life so lonesome, with nowt going my way It all changed when I locked eyes with the hound from Bailey Lane
Fur so fair and handsome, soft to stroke and touch Your belly was so empty, you haven’t eaten much I’ll take you into my house, and fix you up a meal Your eyes started a glowin’ with the wagging of your tail.
Idly driving, thought it’s just another day It all changed when I locked eyes with the hound from Bailey Lane To live a life so lonesome, with nowt going my way It all changed when I locked eyes with the hound from Bailey Lane
You start getting settled, acquainted with the pack If they gives ya trouble you stand up and answer back Still you snuggle on the sofa almost every single day Getting on but always playful if there’s treats coming your way.
Idly driving, thought it’s just another day It all changed when I locked eyes with the hound from Bailey Lane To live a life so lonesome, and nowt going my way It all changed when I locked eyes with the hound from Bailey Lane
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Überrascht
03:28
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Ich bin nur überrascht, dass ich nichts gemacht habe In einem neuen Ort in der großen Welt Alles ist anders als gedacht
Es gibt viel zu sehen, aber es fühlt sich so weit weg an, wenn ich einfach in meinem Zimmer bleiben kann
Aber es gibt so viel, muss die Tür aufmachen, und in vollen Zügen leben Fühl die Luft in mir, seh den Fluss bis ans Meer, lass den Geist mich bewegen
Ich bin noch überrascht, wenig Sex gehabt Andere Leute auf einer Reise hätten dies schon längst gemacht. Ich bin nur überrascht, dass ich mich in der Großen Stadt so einsam fühle während Sie Millionen hat
Ich bin nur überrascht, dass ich nichts gemacht habe In einem neuen Ort in der großen Welt Alles ist anders als gedacht
Ich bin nur überrascht, dass ich nichts gemacht habe In einem neuen Ort in der großen Welt Alles ist anders als gedacht
Ich bin nur überrascht, dass ich nichts gemacht habe In einem neuen Ort in der großen Welt Alles ist anders als gedacht
Ich bin nur überrascht, dass ich mich in der Großen Stadt so einsam fühle während Sie Millionen hat
Ich bin nur überrascht.
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Vorbei Komme
03:06
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Durch mein Handy geschaut und ich sehe ein launisches Gesicht Ich bin nervös, und weiter gehe ich mit Vorsicht Eindrücke gemacht, und Höflichkeiten gebe ich dir Der Smalltalk bewegt und du bist gespannt auf mich
Die Angst die du hast fliegt durchs Fenster davon Ich stelle mir vor wie es wäre,wenn ich vorbei komme
In diesem Garten der Liebe, für mich war es ruhig Aber du blühst wie eine Tulpe für mich Wir schicken uns Bilder, unsere Stimmen hören sich Vertrauter an Durch nur unsere Worte, wächst unser Gefühl entspannt
Wir fühlen uns so nah, aber du wohnst in Wien, so weit weg Wir hoffen es wird schön sein, wenn ich vorbei komme
Ich wünschte du streichst mich wie deine Malerei So zart mit deinem Pinsel, so wie deine Hand auf meiner Haut
Aber dein Meisterstück, würde ich gerne küssen dabei Es wäre schön, wenn ich vorbei kommen kann
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Mademoiselle
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My eyes lit up, as your face met my vision again. A friendly reunion, we both knew that we’d see the day. We savour our time, for tomorrow I’m going away. You offered your company, plans are swiftly made
Mademoiselle, Mademoiselle
I shamelessly flirt, with no intention to hide I feel the touch of your hand like the hints you were dropping by You’d brush off my fiery remarks with a laugh and a sigh Painting a picture of what our future looks like
Mademoiselle, Mademoiselle
Walking through Amsterdam, closer than one would advise We’re confused for a couple, I don’t want to clarify On the cafe sofa, I envelope you from the side You don’t hesitate, you lean in and we close our eyes
Mademoiselle, Mademoiselle Mademoiselle, Mademoiselle
My lips tickle your face, as my callouses stroke your thigh Through timid tension, we explore and take our time Enriched by the Knock On Wood that fills from behind We anticipate what our future looks like.
Mademoiselle, Mademoiselle Mademoiselle, Mademoiselle Mademoiselle, Mademoiselle Mademoiselle, Mademoiselle
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Marc Gallagher Crewe, UK
Since figuring out the Crazy Frog Theme on piano aged 12, Marc Gallagher has seen the quirky side of music. An upbringing of
Queen and NOW CDs shaped Marc’s songwriting style, with the ukulele as his weapon of choice.
Marc has performed his energetic brand of Pop-Folk at festivals and tours in Ireland, Germany, Austria and the USA, putting in the miles. This engine isn’t stopping anytime soon.
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