1. |
Save Yourself
04:26
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I can’t work it out
Oh, ‘cause everybody sows
Seeds of hope and doubt
I slept all day and danced all night
Lost my love and left my fight
Behind me
But you walked for miles and never stopped
From valley floors to mountaintops
To find me
Now the wind is filling up my sails
My mouth is full of wicked tales
I’m hanging by my fingernails
I’m on the train but I’m off the rails
So save yourself
Take me far away
Over where the river flows
Tell me what to say
Before warning signs and uphill climbs
Get multiplied a thousand times
Inside me
Let all my foes and all my friends
Light their candles at both ends
To guide me
Yes the wind is filling up my sails
My mouth is full of wicked tales
I’m hanging by my fingernails
I’m on the train but I’m off the rails
So save yourself
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2. |
Counting Down The Days
03:24
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We could just be talking
Or laid out on the floor
Trying to do the right thing
Or trying to find the door
Or sleeping on the night bus
And hanging with the strays
Nursing all the old wounds
And counting down the days
Friends are in abundance
Crossing the river in droves
So many people love you
But no one really knows
You’re sleeping on the night bus
And hanging with the strays
Nursing all the old wounds
And counting down the days
Now the sun is rising
Who could ask for more?
But you won’t see it burning
You won’t feel its warmth
So I’m sleeping on the night bus
And I’m hanging with the strays
Nursing all my old wounds
And counting down the days
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3. |
Bag O' Tricks
03:56
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They all tell me that I’m holdin’ on
Everybody tells me
Oh, they keep on tellin’ me I’m holdin’ on
I keep on walkin’ though my soles are worn
Everybody’s talkin’
Oh, I keep on walkin’ though my soles are worn
Oh I know I’m over it
It’s overrated and it’s out of time
Oh I know I’m over it
Heard you callin’ from the mountainside
Maybe you were fallin’
Thought I heard you callin’ from the mountainside
I saw you bringing in the morning tide
Baby when I’m singin’
Oh, I see you bringing in the morning tide
Oh I know I’m over it
It’s overrated and it’s out of time
Oh I know I’m over it
Down - take me to the underground
Fetch your bag o’ tricks I bet you got the mixture down
Down - take me to the underground
Fetch your bag o’ tricks I bet you got the mixture down
Oh I know I’m over it
It’s overrated and it’s out of time
Oh I know I’m over it
Down - take me to the underground
Fetch your bag o’ tricks I bet you got the mixture down
Down - take me to the underground
Fetch your bag o’ tricks I bet you got the mixture down
Fetch your bag o’ tricks I bet you got the mixture down
Fetch your bag o’ tricks I bet you got the mixture down
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4. |
Dirt & Mud
04:29
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Yes I surrender
But it don’t make it right
I hung ‘round the old town
I waited all night
Wandered alleyways
Got lost in the flood
And our names
Our names were Dirt & Mud
I never thought I’d see
The light that burns all night
I made the call
You threw the fight
Sweet-talkin’ chancers
Along for the ride
Freewheelin’ sinners
We stole and we lied
Shared out the takings
Washed off the blood
And our names
Our names were Dirt & Mud
I like the way that
Cheap whiskey burns
Always reminds me
That a fool never learns
Tables are turning
Down in the clubs
And our names
Our names are Dirt & Mud
How I wish it were true
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5. |
Over You
03:33
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I woke up every morning
And I looked into the mirror
And I felt fine
Oh, I felt fine
I tried to be the best
But in the end I started lying
I just lied
Oh, I lied
But I wanted to be lying next to you
I hoped and prayed my vision would come true
Sleep under the moon
To see the sunrise over you
I choked on every warning
As I crashed into you all
And I felt fine
Oh, I felt fine
I tried to hit the ground
But in the end I just kept flying
Flying by
Flying high
But I wanted to be flying next to you
I hoped and prayed my vision would come true
Sleep under the moon
To see the sunrise over you
Repeat first verse and chorus
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6. |
Tooth And Nail
04:39
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On your way to heaven
You’ll get your reward
Doctor, Doctor
Strike a chord
Gone four times eleven
All bets are restored
Almost gotcha
Praise the Lord
Key in hand
Trouser-ankled
Layin’ outside the door
On the land
Or on the mantle
Fighting tooth and nail
Won’t win this war
Asking for a kickin’
Playin’ to the crowd
Time’s a healer
So they say
Clocks will keep on tickin’
Prayin’ ain’t allowed
Pay the dealer
Day by day
Key in hand
Trouser-ankled
Layin’ outside the door
On the land
Or on the mantle
Fighting tooth and nail
Won’t win this war
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7. |
Small Town Blues
06:16
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Disco music on the radio
Takes you back to when you didn’t know
You would still be here on down the line
Missin' out instead of drinking wine
Oh and the tales they told
Made your blood run cold
Same old fire burning in the grate
Remember when gettin’ burned was just a game we played
Better shop around, that’s what The Miracles said
So take your time, don’t let them push you babe
Oh but the tales they told
Made your blood run cold
Ooh... it’s a real small town
Ooh… it’s a real small town
And every tale they told
Made your blood run cold
Solo (over chorus and resolve)
Sip the wine and maybe change your fate
Fools rush in where angels hesitate
To slip un-noticed through the door again
For story time down at the grape and grain
Oh and the tales they told
Made your blood run cold
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8. |
Scenic Roots
04:40
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Time has come again
To kick on down the lane
Pick up your heels I’m right beside you
See you at the end
I’ll be there my friend
You’re gonna need someone to guide you
Scenic roots and funeral suits
Real snakeskin cowboy boots
Standing stones and undertones
You can lay me out but leave me to my
Scenic roots and funeral suits
Real snakeskin cowboy boots
Standing stones and undertones
You can lay me out or let me slip away
Lay me out or let me slip away
Not much more to say
I’m closing for the day
Tomorrow I’ll be in the doorway
Choices to be made
Flowers to be laid
So follow on but do it your way
Scenic roots and funeral suits
Real snakeskin cowboy boots
Standing stones and undertones
You can lay me out but leave me to my
Scenic roots and funeral suits
Real snakeskin cowboy boots
Standing stones and undertones
You can lay me out or let me slip away
Lay me out or let me slip away
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9. |
Heavy Handed
03:55
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A love heart shaped balloon caught in a tree
Remember you and me darlin’?
An elegant soiree most every day
But now it’s packed away (and I’m)
Fallin’ through the cracks to get back home
Callin’ out the lovers I have known
Talkin’ about how I bit my tongue
And I’m walkin’… where I used to run
You look right at it but you still don’t see
Remember ’83 darlin’?
Never got to play ‘Lay Lady Lay’
The crowd all backed away (now I’m)
Fallin’ through the cracks to get back home
Callin’ out the lovers I have known
Talkin’ about how I bit my tongue
And I’m walkin’… where I used to run
So heavy handed
So heavy handed
Where did you learn to fly the other way?
Remember runnin’ free darlin’?
Cold, cold light of day gave me away
Now it’s black and grey (and I’m)
Fallin’ through the cracks to get back home
Callin’ out the lovers I have known
Talkin’ about how I bit my tongue
And I’m walkin’… where I used to run
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10. |
The Corner
03:25
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Sideman, waiting for the phone to ring
Wise man, prayin’ in the alley again
Poor man, betting on his luck to change
Folks like him don’t ever make the train
Something’s buried
Not so deep inside
Lookin’ worried
In the corner of your eye
Something’s buried
Not so deep inside
Lookin’ worried in the corner…
In the corner of your eye
Good man, hopin’ for a brighter day
Blind man, runnin’ through the valley again
Rich man, nothin’ gonna ease the pain
Folks like him don’t ever make the train
Repeat chorus
Solo (over chorus)
Young man, nothin’ in the world these days
Old man, playin’ up the rich man’s game
Dead man, knowing that we’re all the same
Folks like him don’t ever make the train
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11. |
Golden Daggers
03:55
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Don’t say
It isn’t what you signed up for
Wake up, you’re still poor
And on the wrong side of the door
These days
You’re lucky if you even score
Not like it was before
But you’re still cryin’ out for more
Watch those golden daggers shine
Golden daggers are sublime
Buttered slices of the day
Golden daggers all the way
Watch those golden daggers shine
Golden daggers are sublime
Buttered slices of the day
Golden daggers all the way
It’s okay
We do it every single time
Sleep now, you’ll be fine
I’ve got the answers in my mind
Sunrays
The lemon lays it on the lime
We are motion by design
So brother can you spare a dime?
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Golden Daggers Manchester, UK
Golden Daggers are a roots/blues/country rock type band from Manchester, UK, formed in 2016.
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