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Brother - Live
08:29
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I want to say what I know is true
You know I love you brother and that’s the truth
Enigmatic is what they say
But love with honour goes a long long way
These situations give us positive things
You and me both wearing our rings
We go out, never in disguise
We leave them laughing with tears in their eyes.
My Brother, talking about my brother
He loves to party and he loves to drink
He doesn’t give a shit about what the others may think.
Leave it alone, keep them at bay,
A little bit of love goes a long long way
Give us a rest, give us a break
These good old boys have had as much as they can take
You feel alone but what can I do
there’s a thousand miles between me and you
Like brothers in arms the battle is there
The odds are large but it is never fair
Its been happening ever since that we met
I don’t believe in all the things that are said
The road is long and we struggle until
The time comes for us to pay the bill...
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Cry Over You - Live
10:13
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There’s a space behind your eyes that wasn’t there before Like me looking in an empty room without a floor I cry, cry, cry, cry over you
You’re a hazy consecration brighter than a light
Can’t believe that you would ever leave a human satellite I cry, cry, cry, cry over you
Time has lost a hold of you Now you’re somewhere, somewhere else in my mind
I remember not long ago The way you looked at me, you could do nothing wrong Anchor-light dynamite Take the moment - the wise man who knew
Jagged edge to open wounds of possibility With your deportation we are all a refugee Cut their paper words and hang them on the pity tree Perfect antidote for facile mediocrity And I cry, cry, cry, cry over you
Time has lost a hold of you Now you’re somewhere, somewhere else in my mind.
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Take time to grow old
There’s no need to fade away, don’t give up they always say, before you're gone
Take time to grow old
Don’t fall back on yesterday, no regrets they always say, before you're gone
Take Time to Grow Old
Find yourself a mystery; a sword that has never been found
Burn some Kaufman rubber on the road where the king can be found
How long will it take, how long
How long, is up to you
Twist the cap of alchemy; a canyon with Henry around
Feel the scent of destiny when you trip over the line
How long will it take, how long
How long, is up to you
Na, na-na na, na-na, na-na
Ahhhh
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Said So - Live
08:18
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Didn't look back to see the pain in your tears, because you said so
Living the dream isn't all that it seems, we’re on a go slow
Driving around to find some desolate ground, because he said so
Minding my own and now I’m dancing alone, we’re in a no-go
I know what it is and you know how to get it
Like a setting sun
The high and the low is the only way to go because they said so
Flying so high; you’re never gonna die because you know so
The spoon and the lighter makes everything tighter we’re so bo-ho
You know that’s it’s right; every single night we’re going down low
I know what it is and I know how to get it
Like a setting sun
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Guilty - Live
06:57
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I am guilty of indecision
Leaving it up to you
Not having a point of view
I am guilty of silence
Not using my playing card
Political boulevard
Not trying to prove anything it’s the right way for me...
I am guilty of television
Living my life through you
Vicarious deja vu
I am guilty of defiance
Depends on who faked the rule
Prohibitive Sunday School
Not trying to prove anything it’s the right way for me...
I’d write it in a letter
So you could know me better
But you would twist my words to haunt me
It’s not about persuasion
A simple explanation you’ll find
I am guilty of innervision
Twisted anxiety
A side that I cannot see
I am guilty of compliance
Placating the village mind
Emotional step in line
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I’ve got to prove that my intentions are good
I’m a living legend but I don’t carve in wood
I shut the pitstops called reality
I am so blind; that I cannot see
Listen to me now who am I? I’m the preacher man
I look quite young of that I’m always told
I know the points without even being told
that limitations are a fact of life
an indiscretion with another mans wife
Listen to me now who am I? I’m the preacher man yeh
I’m the Preacher, the Preacher of love
I’m the Preacher, sent from God above
and if you show me your sin,
you come right on in kneel before, the Preacher of love
My caring wife it’s everything that we share
My loving flock made me a millionaire
We say the words but they don’t mean much
My famous lifestyle keeps me nicely out of touch
Listen to me now who am I? I’m the preacher man
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Leavin’ home for the first time, must have been a quarter past ten
The sun still kept shinin’, before the rain moved in
It was late in September, just before the fall
My mom had packed me a suitcase, and left it out in the hall
I didn’t know what was coming.
Got the car all started and turned the radio on
Bob Dylan was singin’ something about Maggie’s farm
I pulled out of the driveway straight into the oncoming car
That’s when I met you babe; I didn’t get very far
I didn’t know what was coming.
We were rockin’ and rollin’ all over the place
Standin' around with that look on your face
It started in Blacko and ended in love
Still, I have had my misgivings...
Since that day that I met you life has been a turbulent thing
Its gone straight from my moms place into a relationship thing
Every day is a circus I really give you credit for that
Complimentary they call us but I’m not sure about that
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We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
She said, "There is no reason
And the truth is plain to see"
But I wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might just as well have been closed
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale...
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Starlite & Campbell Portugal
Artists and full-time musicians husband and wife Suzy Starlite & Simon Campbell are storytellers in music: recording,
writing, producing in their own analogue studio and love vinyl.
They write a cool blog - VIBES - and present a weekly music based podcast - The Supertone Show.
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