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Lil' Ol' Restaurant
04:38
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Lil' Ol' Restaurant
Walking down the street gonna get myself something to eat in that lil' old restaurant.
Nice Italian place, gonna stuff my face, get fat, that lil' old restaurant.
I don't want to cook at home!
I don't want to wash the pots and knives and spoons!
I think I'll just go to that lil' old restaurant.
That lil' old restaurant.
I hope the waitress is nice.
I hope they use a little spice.
I hope the service is not slow.
'Cos if it is I gotta go.
I hope you're feeling fine.
I hope you're having a good time.
I hope you're enjoying you're rest from all the dishes and the mess.
I'd eat anything the chef sends out, I don't mind in that lil' old restaurant.
I've got nothing to do and I'm in the mood. What've I got to loose in that restaurant?
That lil' old restaurant.
Inside it's warm and I don't want to go back home
Just sitting here drinking some wine.
Outside it's cold and it's a cruel and heartless world
When all you want to do is have a good time
In that lil' ol' restaurant.
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Digging In The Pit
03:42
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Digging In The Pit
Fallen down the deep, off the bridge, without a microphone,Landed in the ditch, in the shit,
bitten to the bone. Haven't got a hope, it's like holding onto soap when my hands are wet,
My colour's fading fast just like my inkjet, I think I need a cigarette.
Only one thing for it, I can't ignore it, digging, even though it hurts,if I stay here any longer
to ponder things will get worse,so I pick up a shovel, start digging, digging down...
I'm digging in the pit, digging in the pit, digging in the pit, I'm digging in the pit.
Going to get it ship shape, even if I'm running late. Hurry up for Gods sake because I'm sliding
down the fire escape,Going to get even. No you're not! Going to appreciate what you've got!
Even if you're full of rot and smelling like a piss pot!Even if you're sinking down..
You're digging in the pit, Digging in the pit, Digging in the pit, You're digging in the pit..
Now darkness closes in around me 'till it's found me in this bloody mess,it'll nail me to the wall,
I can't see at all, I need a rest.As I dig the midges cloud around my face and I start to itch,
and I sometimes wish it ended there and then when I fell down to the pit..
But something burns inside me, always finds me, something burning in my soul,I never eat,
I never sleep, I never reap what I did sow. All I do is dig this fucking hole.. Digging down...
And I'm digging in the pit. DIgging in the pit. You're digging in the pit.
We're all digging in the pit.
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Hot Damn !
02:33
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Hot Damn!
Hot Damn ! She's moving all around. They're everywhere in this nice clean town.
Oh Lord ! She's moving across the floor in those high heel boots
Hot Damn ! Those high heel boots. Hot Damn ! High heel bootsHot Damn ! Those high heel.
Hot Damn ! Those… Hot Damn ! Where you get those high heel (boots)?
Click Clack You're down a Cul de Sac. You're back is broken babyYou ain't got the knack.
You old whore. You're lying on the floor and you're singing: "Give me some youth !"
Hot Damn ! Those high heel boots. Click Clack ! Those high heel boots
Hot Damn ! High heel.. Click Clack ! Those..
Click Clack ! Where you get those high heel boots?
On and on. Her legs are long. Save me Lord!. Help me Lord!
Help me find my way. Show me the way. Because I think I'm going astray..
Hot Damn ! Those high heel boots. Click Clack ! high heel boots
Hot Damn ! High heel.. Hot Damn !Hot Damn ! Hot Damn !
Where you get those High Heel Boots?
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Row That Boat
04:33
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Row That Boat
With your bent back broken and your words unspoken all your life.You're on the wrong track woman,
I hear a train a-comin' down the line. I tell you outright lady you've got nothing, no thing, not even maybe!
I've got my own boat now. Don't need no help to row.
I gotta row. And I'm gonna row. Gonna row that boat...
With my bent back broken and my words misspoken all my life.I'm on the wrong track woman.
It's been a long time comin'. All my life. I tell you outright lady you've got nothing, no thing, not even maybe!
I've got my own boat now. Don't need no help to row.
I gotta row. And I'm gonna row. Gonna row that boat...
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Goodbye My Love
02:27
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Goodbye My Love
Goodbye my love. This time it's real. So much for all the love songs…But I hope that you'll be well.
And it's only love… As I look out my window. I say it's only love, But why can't I let you go?
Goodbye my love. This time it's real. So much for all the love songs… But I hope that you'll be well...
And I hope that you'll be well... And I hope that you'll be well...
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Black Crow
03:32
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Black Crow
Black Crow, I love you. I'm sorry for the stones I threw.Black Crow, now it's too late for you.
Black Crow, I am your shadow and you are my shadow...
Marlene, It was me who took aim. Now I've broken his wing…Marlene… Marlene.
Shot down. You fell to the ground. Too late but I still wait for you
Black Crow, I love you so. Black Crow, I am your shadow...and you are my shadow...
Marlene, It was me who took aim. Now I've broken his wing...Marlene…
Marlene, He was going insane. Until I stood on his brain…With my heel…With my heel…
You are my shadow…I am your shadow...You are my shadow…I am your shadow…
I am your shadow.....You are my shadow... You are my shadow…I am your shadow.....
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Marlene
04:23
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Marlene
Here's one for my girl Marlene. She's gone to New Orleans.
Would you light another candle and one more for our dreams...
Everyone has fallen in and out of love. Everyone has fallen from their dreams.
When you used to fit just like a glove. Now you're acting strange.
Everyday you're leaving. Everyday you're just passing through.
Things have lost their meaning... Has grown old what once was new.
Here's one for my girl Marlene. She's gone to New Orleans.
Would you light another candle and one more for our dreams…
And one more for…your dreams.
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River Of Mud
02:51
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River Of Mud
It's like rain in the valley,It's like snow on the mountain top,It's like rain on your face,
There are tears in your eyes… That shine.
The wind on my face it's so cold it's like ice, And another wind blows my bones and my mind..
Knee deep in the river of mud. Faces the colour of stones.
Knee deep in the river of mud. My face is the colour of stones.
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Go
04:17
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Go
If you'd sailed the seven seas through wind and rain and summer breeze,Would it have made a change?
Could it have eased your pain?Or would it all have been the same?
Go! Leave! Let the wind take up your sail...And carry you with faith , And may your courage never fail...
All around you I see pain and I don't want it for myself it's not mine to claim.
It's true you were my teacher and it's true that I love you still,
And I know you won't except it and maybe you never will…
Go! Leave! Let the wind take up your sail...And carry you with faith , And may your courage never fail...
There's just one more thing that I want to know , and i thought you could tell me before you go.
I thought that you were already dead. Was it true ? Can you still teach me all the things that you never said?
Go! Leave! Let the wind take up your sail...And carry you with faith , And may your courage never fail...
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10. |
For Love
04:11
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For Love
The whore and the fiddler in the backstreet shack.The painter and the children
open black sheet packs for Chalk... For chalk.
There's mist on the water, it is hanging in the trees,I tried to cross the river but I fell down on my knees.
Every burst of anger, Every nightmare that you feed,
The truth it bears no witness,Won't you tell me what you need...For Love…For Love…For Love…For Love
The soldier's armed with bullets.The fighter's on the wing.Melted wax on parchment edge.
Seal it with a ring ! The fire starts a-blazing.The bombs come raining down.
The work of men of ages. They raze it to the ground...For Love...For Love…For Love…For Love
I've lost you in the darkness. You're inside an empty cup
If I fill it up with water.Would you float up to the top?...With Luck…With Luck…With Luck...With Luck
The sailor he is crying. That his boat remains on land. He doesn't try to take his freedom.
Doesn't try to make a stand. The life he lives is madness. But it's in this flesh he's bound.
He's running from his sadness. He's running from the hounds... For Love...For Love…For Love...For Love
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Stuart Wilde Ireland
Stuart Wilde is an Irish singer/songwriter based in West Cork.
He trained as a recording engineer in Dublin, and later in
composition with Austrian composer Karl Stirner.
In 2011 Stuart released his first album The Black Crow with German violinist Kathryn Doehner.
For his second album, Devil In My House, Stuart teamed up with brother and drummer John Wilde and bass player Rik Appleby.
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