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A Poppy to Remember
03:18
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Tossing and turning in a bed that’s too big for me,
Wishing you were here so I could finally sleep in peace.
The garden’s overgrown, the gutters’ filled with mud.
I left the porch light on like you said I should,
Now I wait for your footsteps and a key coming through the door.
All the lovely neighbours say “You must be proud to be a soldier’s wife,
It’s what this country needs, what a brave way to live your life,
Off in Afghanistan fighting the wicked Taliban, a hero to his people”
But you people don’t understand, without a gun in his hand he was always a hero to me.
Stop, what’s that sound, your voice calling me.
No it’s just another bad dream.
Your taste your touch, you’re holding me close,
But my eyes they don’t see nothing at all.
I’m sorry baby but the worlds’ got me dizzy again.
I’m spinning with these visions, I don’t know if they’ll ever end.
Soldiers being blown up in a desert sometimes comrades often friends,
A life is still a life when the gunfire finally ends.
In a billion grains of sand, we’ll die without a grain of worth.
Stop that's enough I can't take it no more,
I'll wait for you to walk through the door.
Please I can't breathe I feel nauseous, I'm weak,
Until I'm numb and don't feel nothing at all.
Don’t worry now baby I’ll be home soon,
I’ll live every day only for you.
We’ll clean out the gutters, we’ll keep the grass short,
I’ll hold you in bed and when the lights are off,
Then we’ll drift off, yea we’ll drift off.
Stop I hear shots, what’s that you once said?
Live everyday like it might be your last.
Wait I see red, there’s light up ahead.
Now I don’t feel nothing at all.
I’m sorry madam, to bring you this awful news.
He died for the greater good but it’s sad when they go so soon.
Well what good to me is sympathy in a wooden box?
A life is still a life when the gunfire finally stops,
A Poppy to Remember but who will remember you?
A Poppy to Remember but who will remember you?
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Maria
05:23
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At the end of the platform, she sits watching the trains, cursing the world and begging for change
As I gather my tickets, she'll notice my face, and spit on the ground, stare into the rain.
Once she dressed like a princess all diamonds and lace, she kept her parents smiling with only straight A's
Boys would drown in her scent until I kept them at bay
Silver spoons in her mouth, now she's tracks in her veins.
Oh Maria I'm sorry, for all the pain that I've caused.
But if you clean up your act, maybe then we'll find a way back.
When we met at the seafront you filled my heart up with charms.
Took my hand on the boardwalk and let me dance with the stars,
We're romantics not addicts, that what you'd say,
So young and such fools, too innocent to be afraid.
But Frank you cost me everything, I'm lost, I'm broke and ashamed.
Frank ain't it strange now you help people fins their way?
Maria I killed a habit, before I let it kill me. You could have the world at your feet, but please Maria, just get up off your knees.
Your words are just words, where's my friends my family?
Go back to your trains and leave me in peace.
Oh Maria I'm sorry, for all the pain that I've caused.
But if you clean up your act, maybe then we'll find a way back.
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Stories from Somewhere
03:25
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The first time we met a flying bottle cracked your head, an ambulance was called, in the hospital bed you said “If this is Dublin life then I’m unimpressed I’ve got blood in my hair and I’ve ruined my dress, but I can’t help but laugh, I can’t help but laugh”
The next day at my house you came with a Guinneas in your hand, “It’d because I’m lacking Iron from the accident I’ve had” (M) The black stuff proved the perfect cure, we ran to the river to drink some more, you couldn’t help but laugh you couldn’t help but laugh when I hit the floor.
If that’s all we need to fall in love, let’s do it again, let’s do it again.
O Keep me hiding from the truth, only ever want to make it out, only ever want to make it out with you.
When London called we said “we won’t go from black to red, we’ll find some part time jobs, play our music, pay the rent” “But the Camden Eye, doused me with wine, the Black Heart pumped my soul with Gin, some nights we had to laugh, some nights we had to laugh.
Remember crawling up the stairway? “Of course I remember that, you were hanging from the bannisters singing ‘Sally MacLennane’” “You dropped my phone in a pint of Stout” You lost my ID but I’ll do without” “sometimes you’ve got to laugh, sometimes you’ve got to laugh at it all”
If that’s all we need to fall in love, let’s do it again, let’s do it again.
O Keep me hiding from the truth, only ever want to make it out, only ever want to make it out with you.
O Wasted time is wasted youth, only ever want to make it out, only ever want to make it out with you.
When we moved across the Thames back home never felt so close, from the stories of the railways, the valleys, the country roads. Tears were shed we lost a friend, but bonds so close they never end, they live on and on, yea they live on and on.
Now here we are in Oval fighting the ruthless wheels of time, the future’s brought me back to a life I thought I’d left behind, “Will the songs we sang return to dust? Will the dreams we dreamed begin to rust, only if you say yea only if you say that they must.”
If that’s all we need to fall in love, let’s do it again, let’s do it again.
O Keep me hiding from the truth, only ever want to make it out, only ever want to make it out with you.
O Wasted time is wasted youth, only ever want to make it out, only ever want to make it out with you.
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Nothing to Envy
05:16
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When the streetlights have faded out,
And the night patrol have finally left their posts,
And the dogs in the street have stopped howling at the moon.
That's when, that's when I'd find you.
We'd walk for miles, across the barren countryside, to a secret lake where we'd wash our sins away.
You'd laugh at my jokes, my tales, my anecdotes.
We were special and for a moment our lives were our own.
Then we'd sing together, words that seem so absurd.
We've got nothing left to envy in this world.
You moved to the city when Springtime arrived.
Your father so proud an academic could come from this town.
As you whispered goodbye I swear I saw teardrops in your eyes.
And then you slipped quietly into the night.
I came home when I could, but the train lines they ain't no good.
There's been a shortage of fuel, electricity and food for a year now.
I found illegal TV, from an unknown frequency,
I learned the life I had known was just a lie I'd been told from the start.
And then I thought of your mother, and all the lies she was fed,
As she lay starving on the floor with nothing to envy but death.
I wrote you a letter, saying nothing is how it seems,
Gave you my word, and a time and a place to meet.
When you lose all you love only pain could be left behind.
But as you made your way to our fallen lake I swear I saw you smile.
Across rocks and mountain sides, we were free as the birds in flight,
Six days seven nights and the riverside was in sight.
By its banks we prayed, for your mother, your sisters enslaved.
Then you took my hand we jumped and we swam and we swam.
And I thought if I die tonight, at least I'll die with you.
We've got nothing left to envy now we've found the truth.
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Last of the Barstools London, UK
Last of the Barstools are a dynamic London based indie/folk group. They write narrative songs, rich with harmonies and delicate instrumentation. Their lyrics are poignant and cinematic with vocal lines shared and swapped throughout, allowing each story to be told in their own unique way. ... more
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