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That Old Black Cloud
03:14
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That Old Black Cloud
You’d travel the world to forget this hurt,
But all you’d lose is your own worth
When that old black cloud comes around,
You know there ain’t nobody better in this town
at feeling down
In your heart there’s a part that reigns
That pulls you down and lays the blame
When that old black cloud comes around,
You know there ain’t nobody better in this town
at feeling down
Now the sunshine’s got you down
Well it didn’t take much when the rain was around
All those wasted kisses, burnt out wishes,
All those near hit and misses,
Well put them in a bag, drown them in a sack
And tell yourself you won’t look back
Because when that old black cloud comes around,
Don’t let it get you down
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Heart of a Gale
03:32
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Heart of a Gale
Well I got lost a dark night,
A foreign tongue in the bright lights,
A small fish in the high tides,
Looking for that goldmine
You got lost on a stark night,
While I was sleeping, I don’t know why
Fell out from a great height,
Out into the spotlight
Tell me how it’s gonna be,
Red tile rooves and willow trees,
Hungry hearts in the evergreen,
And you and me,
You and me
You can’t find love,
No, you can’t find love
In the heart of a gale
Well I got lost on a cruel night,
Left you there by the roadside,
As I chased these dreams of mine,
Right down the shoreline
Tell me how it’s gonna be,
Red tile rooves and willow trees,
Hungry hearts like a melody,
And you and me,
You and me
You can’t find love,
No, you can’t find love
In the heart of a gale
There’s wind in my sails,
I’m jumping the rails,
But nobody here’s gonna pull you out
You can’t find love,
No, you can’t find love
In the heart of a gale
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Uncle Tommy
03:16
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Uncle Tommy
Uncle Tommy marched through the streets of a northern town,
Preaching words of faith and allegiance to the crown
As simple a man that’s ever walked these parts,
Not troubled by desires or matters of the heart
He said I don’t care for riches or houses made of stone,
You can keep your wild ideas, it’s where I’m free to roam.
So sell it to them all,
For the Ballymoney sky,
I’ll be fighting on til the day I die
Uncle Tommy sat in a chair by the door
Listening to the muffled tones and creaking of the floorboards,
A clock that ticked out time,
Like the days that passed him by
All that is lost in the blinking of an eye
He said I don’t care for riches or houses made of stone,
You can keep your wild ideas, it’s where I’m free to roam.
So sell it to them all,
For the Ballymoney sky,
I’ll be fighting on til the day I die
A box full of letters
A poem full of scorn,
A clock full of memories,
And a life barely worn
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Under My Feet
03:41
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Under my feet
I guess it’s just that time of year,
When all these thoughts start to reappear
All your dreams have run aground,
Like these colours that bleed into brown
I guess I got you under my feet again,
I can’t stop tripping over that same past tense,
Like autumn leaves that make their descent,
We both know where this story ends
I guess it’s just that time again,
When all those feelings come rushing in
I’m yet to master the art of letting go,
But I was always taught to never let it show
I guess I got you under my feet again,
I can’t stop tripping over that same past tense,
Like autumn leaves that make their descent,
We both know where this story ends
Whatever happened to us?
Were all our dreams built on dust?
Whatever happened to us?
Same heart, same old lust
Let it go, why don’t you let it go?
It’s just a part of me, you know?
All your dreams have run aground,
Like these colours that bleed into brown
I guess I got you under my feet again,
I can’t stop tripping over this same past tense,
Like autumn leaves that make their descent,
We both know where this story ends
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Dan Sumner England, UK
“Blends the genres of rock, folk, and blues to create a sound that is entirely his own”
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