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The Other Side Of Grey
03:29
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It’s Monday morning
And I’m waiting for my train
I’m drinking coffee
And listening to the pouring rain
Come rain and pour down upon this old town
Don’t know where I’m going
But I’ll be blown there anyway
The wind is blowing
The leaves are piled up all around
Like unlucky Steerforth
Poor old October drowned
Come rain and pour down upon this old town
Come rain and pour down!
Come bolts of lightning
And blow this drab old town away!
What will we see there
On the other side of grey?
Like Norma Desmond
In Sunset Boulevard
You can’t escape from
The silent films in which you starred
Your glowing reviews are yesterday’s news
Those men aren’t reporters
Those men are from Scotland Yard
This place is deserted
The butler and housekeeper fled
But there’s a conversation
Going on inside my head
You’re at the station; my destination’s
Great Expectations
I’ll catch you later, Mother Nature
This is my favourite time of year (On the other side of grey)
Don't you love the sweet smell of decay? (On the other side of grey)
So, tell me how does this song end? (It’s waiting patiently)
So, tell me how does this song end, on the other side of grey?
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2. |
Five Miles Of Line
02:35
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Five miles of line in the rain or sunshine
Five miles of line, Burry Port to Ferryside
Down below some porpoise are putting on a show
I don’t know their purpose but I don’t need to know
A tattered looking dragon is flapping in the breeze
In the cabin hoarse-voiced ladies are singing sea shanties
Here’s to anyone who doesn’t know where they belong
Home is somewhere between Pembroke Dock and Paddington
Down below some porpoise are putting on a show
I don’t know their purpose but I don’t need to know
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3. |
On The Telephone
02:41
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On the telephone
On the telephone
On the telephone
On the telephone
No need to feel alone
Talking to you on the phone
On the telephone…
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4. |
Move To Wales
03:16
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Going to move to Wales and buy myself a hovel
Going to move to Wales and write the great Welsh novel
I’m going to write down all the things they say
A slice of life, cinema verité
That’s what I need, a bit of deprivation
Smelling next door’s weed while sat at my workstation
I’m going to get used to being ignored
And say how great it is on Facebook when I’m terminally bored
That’s what I need, a bit of inspiration
All the other émigrés and me
Yma o Hyd, like an army of occupation
But we give our full support to Yes Cymru
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Seagulls on a frozen lake
A vision of hell by William Blake
Or something a lot less menacing
Like a Peter Bruegel winter scene
Seagulls on a frozen lake
How much longer is it going to take
Before the ice starts to thaw?
Before the end of the war?
Motionless, they contemplate their fate
At least the geese and starlings can migrate
Seagulls on a frozen lake
Enjoyment for enjoyment’s sake
With a paperback and a cup of tea
I could face an eternity
Seagulls on a frozen lake
How much longer is it going to take?
This is becoming a chore
Like an extended metaphor
Motionless, they contemplate their fate
Like Heraclitus said, this place is dead
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6. |
Mermaid
05:07
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I was a lowly deckhand in the reign of Charles the Second
Just a teenage boy when I first put to sea
A life on the ocean wave, at least that’s what I reckoned
But providence had other plans for me
Upon the River Medway, we were taken by surprise
A Dutch cannonball put pay to my short-lived career
I fashioned a makeshift raft and fastened myself to it
And put my faith in providence to steer
He was a sorry sight to behold
White as a sheet, shivering cold
And despite what they did to me
I couldn’t leave him there to die on the Zuiderzee
I was taken prisoner by the people of Edam
In the year of your lord fourteen-hundred-and-three
They took away my sea moss and they took away my shells
Gave me some meat and cheese and a bucket for my tail
I was taken to Haarlem and paraded as a trophy
They taught me how to spin and taught me how to pray
I could put up with the food but not so the religion
With each passing day, I was wasting away
She was a sorry sight to behold
She needed the sea to make her whole
And despite what they’d do to me
I vowed to return this poor creature to the Zuiderzee
My incarceration was brought to an end
When one of the locals, I managed to befriend
He knew that I was out of, out of my element
He left me at the city gates and back to the sea I went
She was a sight to behold
Covered in moss, impervious to cold
Illuminous like plankton, an unearthly light around her shone
She saved my life and then she was gone
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The barnacles upon their hats
And their three-hundred-year-old cats
Long hair and fingernails
Peeking out of the gunwales
The seaweed dried up on their coats
Like the songs stuck in their throats
Amidst the remnants of old crews
I misheard the Silver Jews
I thought what Berman said was this:
“What is not but could be is”
In the stairwell between floors
What was not became what was
Listening to the sailor ghosts
Listening to their mournful toasts
Long hair and fingernails
Covered with moss and scales
Singing about what they miss
When they could laugh and drink and kiss
I was enjoying the sea views
When I misheard the Silver Jews
I thought what Berman said was this:
“What is not but could be is”
In the stairwell between floors
What was not became what was
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The summer sunshine turns
The sycamores see-through
And casts a purple shadow upon the road ahead of you
Squinting through the yellow leaves
At the patches of blue
Suddenly you realise you are translucent too
You are just a conduit
You are not meant to be seen
You are indeterminate
A creature of the in-between
All these grand old houses
Some converted into flats
Like empty white birdcages watched over by cats
Architecture of the ages
Edward, Ann, and George
All their family secrets, unwilling to disgorge
The same goes for the letters
And the parcels you deliver
Just a blank expression
An indifferent stare – yeah yeah
Because of the internet
It’s busier than ever
But in the hope and joy and pain
You never share – yeah yeah
You are just a conduit
You are not meant to be seen
Just an instrument of fate
A creature of the in-between
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9. |
Lockdown To Liverpool
03:40
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The train was late for Liverpool
The sun was low, the air was cool
It’s a train of thought, a train of doubt
It’s here to take us out
The sunlight flashing through the trees
The countryside between cities
The days go by so fast the future
Soon becomes the past
The train was late but now it’s here
And it could take us anywhere
No time to wait, don’t hesitate
‘Cos nothing’s going to last
My address for the summer’s changing now
But I’m not going very far – maybe
Somewhere up the coast that you can reach… By car…
The past is present everywhere
Upon the landing, on the stair
December whispers in my ear
Come on, let’s disappear
The train was late but now it’s here
And it could take us anywhere
No time to wait, don’t hesitate
‘Cos nothing’s going to last
And if my summer address changes now
Well, I’m not going very far – maybe
Some place up the coast that you can reach… By car…
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10. |
Northern Europeans
02:40
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Northern Europeans, you can’t beat it
To melodies and harmonies galore
Northern Europeans, you’ve been treated
The combo that the world’s been waiting for
We won’t be defeated, oh no
Northern Europeans are go
Gravity defying like Barbarella
There’s no way you can fight it, we’ll put you under our spell
Our cravats are satin and our vests are velour
All you tin-pot tyrants, we’re coming for you as well
Northern Europeans, you can’t beat it
Join us on the other side of grey
We’ve come to see that tyranny’s unseated
We’ve come to help you blow the clouds away
We won’t be defeated, oh no
Northern Europeans are go
Gravity defying like Barbarella
There’s no way you can fight it, we’ll put you under our spell
Singing songs of rebellion in a capella
All you tin-pot tyrants, we’re coming for you as well
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THE HEPBURNS Wales, UK
The Hepburns are a Welsh indie band from Llanelli, South-West Wales. They have recorded thirteen albums, two EPs, one single and three BBC sessions. 'Electric Lliedi Land' was released in September 2020, followed by a cover version of Vic Godard's 'I'll Find Out Over Time'. They also contributed to three Corona Underground Projects. A new album feat. Estella Rosa is due for release in Oct. 2021. ... more
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