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Lonely One
02:55
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How are you my lonely one?
I've lost the skills that I require
I have no clues to your desires
How are you my lonely one?
I'm distant here and vacant there
You'll never see me through my stare
How are you my lonely One?
I would love to stay and ask you more but I
Keep a wolf out of my door
Why don't I open up my cell my lonely one?
How are you my only one?
Neglection is my tactic here
I'll never make it through my fears
How are you my only one?
Single owner of my spectrum
and I neglect all my attention
How are you my lonely one?
It's been a while
I tend to run a mile when I
See the truth knocking on my door
Why dong I open up my cell my lonely one?
How are you my lovely one?
It's been a while your looking well
As if I can ever tell
How are you my lovely one?
Sitting looking oh so nice
can I break through this wall of ice?
How are you my lonely one?
It's been a while
I tend to run a mile when I
See the truth knocking on my door
Why dong I open up my cell my lonely one?
How are you my lonely One?
I would love to stay and ask you more but I
Keep a wolf out of my door
Why don't I open up my cell my lonely one?
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2. |
Give Me That Hammer
03:26
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"Give me that hammer
Give me that scythe
I am ready to earn the right
To be called brother
To be names father
I'm going to wake up in the night
Let me break in dusty air
I can take it anywhere
Let me absorb
every monster
One day I'll meet you in the air
Well there were many here before me
Who have suffered hard and long
I'm not going to act like I'm a saint now
The burdens held by greater men
would surly break my back
You can be damn sure of one thing babe
I am always coming back
Now I'm going to prove to me
I am worthy of my liberties
I don't feel I must conform
I know I offer so much more
Well I could go and hit the road
And travel far and wide
I still got a thing or two to learn
(and for to find)
There'll be times I feel
the open road is the only home for me
You can be damn sure of one thing babe
my real home is you and me
I'm not missing out on
All things I couldn't bear to lose
I'm not missing out on
All the things I didn't ever chose
So don't devote your life to a
set of guidelines not meant for you
Your're not slaving for your children
If you're a cog in their machine
But I do feel a duty
its just written for and by me
For the people, by the people
What a lie boy, what a dream"
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3. |
Burn Like A Match
03:40
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4. |
Five Years
03:46
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I see five Years on one piece of paper,
I see my blood sweat and tears
in a type face,
Well you can sum me up
in a sentence,
Cooked me up and serve me for dinner.
I got patches on my fingers
from spoiling
All the ideas in my head are falling
Muscles getting worn away,
Children going out to play
While the milk's on the warmer boiling.
Well, I'm moving on,
I'm loading my gun,
I'm slowly moving faster now which
Proves it to me further now,
I got Five Years on one piece of paper.
Like lumberjacks harvesting timber,
Engineers harnessing steam,
Been working on the farm so long,
But money doesn't grow it cons,
and sews the seeds for the servants.
Well, I'm moving on,
I'm singing along,
Don't know the words don't,
Know the song,
or a single little things I've done,
'Cept Five Years on one piece of paper.
And I stare into the ground,
It's wet, and no where bound,
I loose a toy thrown in the air,
And put a penny in the jar for swears,
Now tell me, that we're even.
Now standing on the shoulders of giants,
Climbing on the barricades of corpses,
They all knew these things from birth,
But they carried on to,
Sweat their worth,
'Cause in Five Years,
You can make it.
Well I know yous who have made it,
You stick up a thumb,
Grab it and take it.
Knowingly, respectfully,
It's a fate I know eternally its,
Five Years on one piece of paper.
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5. |
Bring The Rain
02:52
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6. |
1917
03:46
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7. |
London
03:11
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OH Don’t take me to London anymore
oh Don’t take me any more
you know we won’t end up there
We’ll just end up in a place
Where I don’t want to go
Oh I hate when the past chases me
Around the bends of the themes
C’mon I’m asking you nice
Don’t make me ask you twice
Please don’t take me to London anymore
There’s a hound chasing me
And sprinting into my mouth
C’mon I’m begging you please
To just stop kidding me
Please don’t take me to London anymore
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8. |
Prison
04:04
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9. |
Buried Alive
03:32
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10. |
Left Behind
03:40
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Now I, dont pick up my phone
i dont leave a message dont call
dont do nothing at all
i strugle through exhausted days
never process pain
this'll stay while I get washed away
Now I'm, not a lot of fun
im aged beyond years
no lines between my tears
I was never young enough to fly
now I wonder why
why i am done when
my song has just begun
I miss all my joy
i miss all the noise
i just see my self being left behind
Well I, I know its true
i cant have a life with you
and have an other one too
i wont pretend that im not torn
besides the invites are all worn
well at least i guess
i never have to make the choice
I'm not all that tough
I can't handle much
I just see myself being left behind
now it seems i've missed my chance
ive isolated myself for too long
im out of touch
when you severed your ties
and you compromised
over a thousand times
you just sit and watch,
yourself getting left behind
I miss all my joy
i miss all the noise
i just see my self being left behind
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Ben Wilson Lismore, Australia
Ben Wilson takes the intimacy of folk and fuses it with a love of all things vintage and rock ‘n’ roll. Nostalgic, pensive, minimalist, a quest for authenticity, with songwriting always at it’s core.
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A real pro at the art of songwriting and recording, and the nicest fella you'll meet.
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