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Your Little Garden
03:37
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At last the peace comes upon the breeze
A susurrus breath of machine gun death
What were we fighting for, and what did we win?
An end to all dissent, to all resent and national pride
Your little garden, so beautiful
An island among the ashes
Paint your high fence a lovely blue
No-one on the other side will bother you
A warm sun free of birdsong
And a house you're proud to own
Why would you live in the fallen lands
When God himself put this place in your hands?
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You didn't write a set list
You don't know what the song is
Shut up and play your guitar
You didn't sort the tuning
Didn't even restring
Shut up and play your guitar
You didn't note the changes
Haven't played for ages
Shut up and play your guitar
I don't wanna waste time anymore
I don't wanna, I ain't gonna
You haven't got the Look right
Why don't you get stage fright?
Shut up and play your guitar
I didn't check the action
Is this song in fashion?
Shut up and play your guitar
I need to get the beers in
To get my playing eased in
Shut up and play your guitar
Hey... ain't you got a solo to play?
You can't play an acoustic
Sounds like you ate a glue stick
Shut up and play your guitar
You're tryjng all the switches
A whiter shade of shit, just
Shut up and play your guitar
Feeding back and noisy
Boys and their six-string toys, eh?
Shut up and play your guitar
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Crossbar Blues
03:56
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Take my hand and smudge the yellow
In a line across the early morning sun
Take a deep breath and blow the dark away
With the heel of my palm we can introduce some orange
You've gone a little quiet these last couple of streets
We're nearly there
Spend the day at my work with me
And you'll see how we form things into life
It's just a little patch of green in the sky
It's nothing to worry about
Nobody looks at that part these days
It'll be gone before you know it
Late this afternoon, we'll have rhubarb streaks
Heavy grey and shimmering gold
Perhaps some chips that we can share if you hold them
On the crossbar home
You might think you've messed it all up
You might think it's all gone wrong
But you can make the day just how you want it
Don't get unstuck on your crossbar blues
In the night I put some mint-green stripes
From the patch you made
Some say it's the most beautiful thing
I say it reminds me of you
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Wax And Bone
03:22
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One man stands alone
Heeded by no-one I know
He did me no wrong I'm sure
Still he's there alone
And I know
His hands are dry and cold
Fear left him alone and so
Did everybody else
The lights of this town
The panorama's his now
But all the doors are locked to him
And he ain't getting in
Holds a scythe in his hand
Turns it this way and that
And they say he's got the best jokes
That you've ever heard
Sat in place in his celestial home
A thousand years on a throne of wax and bone
Till he got a recliner from Warhol
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It shouldn't require courage to just be careless and free.
Without backwards glances to guarantee safety.
It shouldn't require laws to enable basic living.
Public affection shouldn't get antisocial sieving.
The contents of my underwear and the feelings of my heart and
The way I see myself is not for you to take apart.
If you think the way I am is against the will of god
Then ask yourself how such a powerful being could also be such a clod.
I am a vehicle - for change - in this world.
Take my hand.
Will you join me?
Self-determination, self-assertion and pride
Are the rights of all, and not things for which to chide
The identity I have is the crest upon my soul
And if I wish to make adjustments that's within my control
I may not speak for you, but there are so many who feel a need to hide themselves for fear of reprisals in the name of preserving a homogenised society which has never existed.
I can't change the whole world, but I can start with me
If you stand with me, together perhaps we can start making peace together.
I am a vehicle - for change - in this world
Take my hand.
Will you join me?
For millenia we have stepped upon the rejected
And those we see as other than the norm
We have persecuted and then reflected
upon the barbarity of what we inflicted on
We admire the wondrous tropical birds of multicoloured hue
And then mourn the world is drab grey and permeating gloom
But we are a beautiful species of every colour size and sexuality
So let's light up the world with the spectrum of humanity.
I am a vehicle - for change - in this world
Take my hand
Join me.
I can't change the world, but I can change me
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Tinted red, the sun began
It's slow path over Prestonpans
She looked over the painted world
I knew right then she was my girl
Four autumns later, I saw the light
Illuminate her dad and my approaching bride
Frozen moments lost in time
So many through the years but this one's mine
Doesn't matter that it's autumn sun
When you think of all the summers still to come
I went riding with my girl
Her hair streaming out on the wind
On a scooter with my girl
Her hands stretched out to catch the wind
She turned my sky upside down
Rain fell away and the sun walked the ground
Hunting trips for Wild Snuggles
A night flight on a black gondola
1 and 2 combined for 3
Clearly made of Hob Nobs, cheddar and tea
And so a new path reveals itself
All roads lead to home, but wjere to dwell?
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LS Hamilton UK
LS Hamilton was born in the mid 1970s and is still not dead. He writes mostly indie pop, folk and punky noisy stuff, but
writes more melodic stuff when he gets distracted, which is often.
A native of the central belt of Scotland, he spent many years in London with bands and as a solo musician, but now is based in the southwest of England. He likes real ale, UK comedy and things with chili in them.
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