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Things To Do In Hastings In The Rain
Things to do in Hastings in the rain - now war is over
Shoot an arrow in the air
You’ll find no takers anywhere
A Thousand years is all it took
It’s written in the Domesday book
Things to do in Hastings in the rain
Things to do in Hastings in the rain – now war is over
The faces at the Crime Museum
Out on the front you’ll see them anyway
Retired gangsters love ice cream
Forced to live within their means
They can’t remember where the money is
They’ve forgotten where the money’s hid, anyway
Everything is closed today – except The Bathing Hut Café
A thousand icebergs moving in
Still the truly brave go in
Check the rocks before you swim
Check the rocks before the tide rolls in
Those breakers break you if you let them
They don’t want you to forget them
They expect you to respect them
Or make you sorry that you ever met them
Things to do in Hastings, things to do in Hastings
Things to do in Hastings in the rain
We’re not there yet but we’ll get there in the end
Up the hillside by the cliffs
The house my mother used to live
I see her then I see her now
And the world keeps turning
And the world keeps turning around
And the world keeps turning
Things to do in Hastings, things to do in Hastings
Things to do in Hastings in the rain
Things to do in Hastings, things to do in Hastings
Things to do in Hastings in the rain
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Old Father Time
04:14
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Old Father Time
Old Father Time rings the bell
The old boys stir on death row
Is it time to go home?
Is it time to go home?
Summertime’s final throes
All run out, and they know
Is it time to go home?
Is it time to go home?
End of the season, one over to go
St John’s Wood mist gift-wrapping your bones
Ah the sun will soon be set
But there’s life in the old dog yet?
I’m just a chancer taking his chance
I’m just the Angel who fell
I’m just a tailender in at the crease
As Old Father Time rings the bell
Whatever comes, got to make runs
I am the last man in
Out and we lose, play for the draw
But I still believe we can win
I’m just a chancer taking his chance
I’m just the Angel who fell
I’m just a tailender in at the crease
As Old Father Time rings the bell
The bowler runs down, smashes the ground
The fielders are placed for the catch
It’s up in the air, a wing and a prayer
We all dream of winning the match
I’m just a chancer taking his chance
I’m just the Angel who fell
I’m just the tailender in at the crease
As Old Father Time rings the bell
Caught on the boundary, starting to walk
Then over the rope he fell
I’m just a tailender riding his luck
As Old Father Time rings the bell
The egg and the bacon, the beer and the wine
The ghosts of the Long Room adorning the shrine
Behold Neville Cardus, this victory is thine!
As Old Father Time, as Old Father Time
I’m just a chancer taking his chance,
I’m just the Angel who fell
I’m just the tailender in at the crease
As Old Father Time rings the bell
I’m just a chancer taking his chance,
I’m just the Angel who fell
I’m just the tailender in at the crease
As Old Father Time rings the bell
As Old Father Time rings the bell
As Old Father Time rings the bell
Old Father Time, Old Father Time
Old father Time, Old Father Time
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Bells Catalogue Blue
06:14
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Bells Catalogue Blue
You, me, the land, the sea that meets at blue horizon
Me you, all kinds of blue, the sea we rise from
You me, the sky, the trees, the hills we fly from
Each day is new, eggshell blue, into the blue horizon
Me you, Prussian blue
Wait it out, sit it out, that’s all we can do,
Feed your mind, read the signs, draw a line, use the time
It’s all about perspective
Bluebells rise in ancient skies when all the frosts are gone
Lovers lie all summer
You me, the sky the trees
The leaves, the seeds that fall on the breeze
Go to sleep setting sun, your work here is done
And the birds sing goodnight - It will all be alright
Someday unexpectedly, this ship may have to sail
Is it waterproof or will it fail?
If you and I could part this sky and get to where we’re going
Leave behind this land of milk and honey
Swimming pools aren’t necessarily blue - Cerulean reflections
Odysseus dreaming of home - the true Aegean perfection!
If eyes are wise and hearts are smart
And nothing is for granted,
Care and feed it all it needs
And tend to what is planted
You and me, the land, the sea
That meets at blue horizon
Each day is new, Bells Catalogue
The dreams we rise from
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35 Different Kinds Of Snow
There are 35 different kinds of snow
But not one flake is the same
And I’m sitting here, at the airport, wondering
Which one is to blame?
35 different kinds of snow
The world keeps turning and the four winds blow
It looks so pretty but the airport’s closed
And my Marie is calling, calling from L.A.
Slipping down Fifth Avenue and trying not to fall
Santa Clause, department stores -
But every face I see is yours
Temperature in Times Square says it’s ‘Minus 5 and falling’
But this hearts never gonna freeze when my Marie is calling
There are 35 different kinds of snow
The world keeps turning and the four winds blow
It looks so pretty but the airport’s closed
And my Marie is calling, calling from L.A.
Took a bus to J.F.K, figured I’d be on my way but
All the airlines had to say was ‘Grounded’
The snowploughs were working hard
But it was falling way too fast
35 varieties of heartache
What am I gonna tell her, what will I say
When my Marie is calling from L.A. from L.A.?
Just as I was about to quit all hopes of the Sunset Strip
The snow was gone and the planes were all flying again
I made it into L.A.X at 11.59
And there she was, my Sweet Marie just as the midnight chimed
Just as that midnight chimed
35 different kinds of snow
The world keeps turning and the four winds blow
It looks so pretty but the airport’s closed
And my Marie is calling, calling from L.A.
35 different kinds of snow
The world keeps turning and the four winds blow
It looks so pretty but the airport’s closed
But I’ll be home for Christmas
35 different kinds of snow
The world keeps turning and the four winds blow
It looks so pretty but the airport’s closed
And my Marie is calling, calling from L.A.
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With This Ring
05:20
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With This Ring
With this ring I thee wed,
To share our life, to share our bed
To share whatever trouble comes along
Wish upon a falling star
It makes no difference, but anywhere you are
You’re the one that gets me where I’m going
Every day you slide, and every night
I lay beside you it feels so right
You’re Fabergé and Savile row rolled into one
You shine, you shimmer, and fires within
You never try, you always win, and I surrender, I give in
Time flies inside your heart, love lies inside
With this ring I thee wed, to slay the demons up ahead
Whatever monsters hide behind the moon
But if it starts to all go wrong
Unravels like a drunken song
We’ll bring it back and sing an even sweeter tune
Time flies inside your heart, love lies inside your heart
And may our children grow up strong
Refuse to accept whatever comes along
Help to straighten out this twisted world
Face their fears and knock them down
make a stand, stand their ground
Smash each curve ball right out of the ground
Time flies inside your heart, love lies inside
But if one day the news is bad and leads into a future sad
I’ll take all that I have with gratitude
I’ll still be filled with awe and pride
To know that once you chose my side
And let me warm my soul inside your heart
You let me warm my soul inside your heart
You let me warm my soul inside your heart
You let me warm my soul inside your - inside your heart
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Someday Your Prince Will Come
You’re young, you’re sad, you’ve never been kissed
But you can put his name on your list
Someday your Prince will come, someday your Prince will come
Someday your Prince will come and you’ll be the lucky one
The world you know is changing so fast
It’s just a thing, it’s not going to last
Soon you’ll be back in the groove, and you’ll be on the move
And you won’t need no excuse
‘Cause you’ve got nothing to prove
Happy to be alive, come on and do the Hand jive
Hand jive, hand jive. hand jive
Don’t worry if it doesn’t come today
Don’t hurry to give your self away
To the first green frog who sings you a love song
Someday your Prince will come
Someday you’re Prince will come
Someday your Prince will come and you’ll be the lucky one
You’re young, you’re sad, you’ve never been kissed
Somehow Cupid’s arrow seems to miss
Someday your Prince will come
Someday you’re Prince will come
Someday your Prince will come – and you’ll be the lucky one
Someday your Prince will come
Someday you’re Prince will come
Someday your Prince will come – and you’ll be the lucky one
Someday your Prince will come – and you’ll be the lucky one
Someday your Prince will come – and you’ll be the lucky one
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Everybody Dies A Little On Valentine’s Day
Stupid tokens of affection that never comes
Book a table at a restaurant, a table for one
Stare out the window, stare at the floor
Look at the people that we were before
It’s true what they say
Everybody dies a little on Valentine’s Day
Look at Cupid he’s so stupid
With his little pink bum
Bows and arrows miss their targets
You’d be better off with a gun
And those chocolates from the drugstore
Out of the window from the tenth floor
Even handpicked roses couldn’t change this world from grey
Everybody dies a little on Valentine’s Day.
Oh Sugar kisses, whispered nothings, life was so sweet!
Pink afternoons between cool satin sheets
We’d send out the servants, now I walk the streets
The food here’s fantastic but I don’t want to eat
The waiter asks “Is everything here OK?”
I’m just dying here a little on Valentine’s day
Bah bah bah bah, bah bah bah bah
Bah bah bah bah, bah bah bah bah
It’s true what they say
Everybody dies a little on Valentine’s Day
‘Cause you went away, and that’s not OK
And I’ll never be better off without you, oh no
So why pretend that hearts ever mend?
They keep beating, and beating and beat, beat, beat, beat
‘Til they stop!
Getting dark in the park drinking punishment wine
May be bitter may be cheap but it lasts a long time
And it cleans out your insides, dissolves every trace
Of her spun golden hair and that beautiful face
But it never goes away
Everybody dies a little on Valentine’s Day
‘Cause she’ll never come back, she went away
Now everybody dies a little on Valentine’s Day
Everybody dies a little on Valentine’s Day
Everybody dies a little on Valentine’s Day
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Real Dirt
03:41
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Real Dirt
I walk the streets alone at night
Fires of hell beneath my feet,
Weight of Heaven pushing down on me
Heaven’s whores are everywhere spinning webs of silent prayer
To fine for any naked eye to see
The concrete Saint of solitude cries
Bitter tears on golden roofs
That sting and stain and scar before they’re through
And real dirt and real sins that screech like broken violins
Can’t wait to get their needles into you
I walk the streets alone at night, I don’t believe in ghosts
But if I did I’d have to say that they were here
Down among the vagabonds, the lonely and the fallen ones
The only ones with nothing left to fear
This day is done up in a shroud
The moon just went behind a cloud
And had its throat cut from ear to ear
The haunted face of suffering contorts into an obscene grin
And asks “Just what the hell you’re doing here?”
The night is young the world is old
Our hearts have never been so cold
A drop of something strong to warm the blood
Sticky, sweet, dark and slim, she offers up the medicine
With breath that reeks of violets and gin
Her dress is old, her coat is thin
The history book that is her skin
Hides secrets that by dawn could not be kept
And everything here’s counterfeit
It’s just the way the place is lit
Somehow it makes it easier to accept
I walk the streets alone at night,
Fires of hell beneath my feet,
Weight of Heaven pushing down on me
Heaven’s whores are everywhere,
Spinning webs of silent prayer
Too fine for any naked eye to see
The concrete Saint of solitude cries
Bitter tears on golden roofs
That sting and stain and scar before they’re through
And real dirt and real sins that screech like broken violins
Can’t wait to get their needles into you
Real dirt and real sins like real fools and real men
Don’t wait to be invited to go in
Real dirt and real sin like real fools and real men
Don’t wait to be invited to go in
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It’s Actually The One I Use Myself
This is not an advert, nor is it a trick
I’m just trying to spread the word, and what I know is this
I’m not an actor, I reached up for the shelf
And this is actually the one that I use myself
In tests it’s been proven to out perform all other brands
There’s only one thing that will give you honest hands
I was a sinner until I found the shelf
And this is actually the one that I use myself
There’s no need to trust me, but look into this face
I am a survivor of this human race
I was down but now I’m up on the roof
And it’s the one I use myself it’s called the truth
It’s there when you need it you don’t have to feed it
You don’t have to clean it you just have to mean it always That’s all
Eight out of ten cats said they preferred it
And they had no reason to lie
It comes with a no questions money back guarantee
If you’re not satisfied
And if for whatever reason it catches fire in your hand
Just return the unused portion
The truth cleans harder and deeper and longer and won’t leave Embarrassing stains
It cuts right through to the heart of the matter
And it Doesn’t block up the drains
It un-tangles and cleanses it un-fogs your lenses
Makes the Old better than new
It’s the one I use myself, I offer it to you
I wasn’t always this way, I messed with inferior brands
I broke up everything before I got honest hands
I was a blind man until I found the shelf
And this is actually the one that I use myself
It won’t make you tall or hung like a horse
It could make you bitter and filled with remorse, of course
It won’t whiten your teeth, tone up your thighs
Tighten your tush, but it might make you wise, make you wise
So friends let me recommend it, won’t you hear my song?
Before this special offer ends – before we’re moved along
I was a liar, but now I’m the proof
It’s the one I use myself, it’s called the truth
It’s the one I use myself, it’s called the truth
It’s the one I use myself, it’s called, it’s called the truth
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