1. |
One Whole Year
05:27
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I’d take one whole year of sadness
Just for one whole day with you
One whole year of pain
Just for one night next to you
Give me a long and lonely winter
Just for one spring day with you
And if my gut never stops aching
I don’t care and I speak the truth
And when it’s time to go
I swear I won’t hold on to you
I’d take one whole year of cold
Just for a moment in the warmth of your glow
A year of needles in my skin
Just for one day in the world, that you are living in
Give me a year of walking in the rain
Just to hear you say you want me once again
Ah my heart is dripping off my sleeve
But my head is on my shoulders and I need you to believe that..
When it's time to go
I swear I won't hold on to you
I actually wept when lying beneath me in your bed
I saw beauty like I’d never seen before
You’re brimming o’er with life
Colour flooding from your eyes
It’s the colour of the kingfisher in flight
And when it's time to go, I swear…
I’d take a year of early mornings
Just for one long lie with you
No I won’t heed your warning
I won’t hold it all inside
For I would surely die
I’d take a year being hungry for you kiss
And when you’re wandering the world
Know that you’ll be missed
And if my heart never stops breakin
I’ll survive
And when it’s time to go
I swear I won't hold onto you
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2. |
Leg Of Lamb
07:38
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Three hours up the A9, Stuffed in the back of a rotten death trap,
Barrelling down the backroads, Knuckles ice-white, faces green from the smell, At last we reached this house, Met on the drive by a funny wee ginger
Man with a very strange name, Towed around by dog with a cheeky gleam in his eye.
He led us round the back, Past Bananas, Horndogs, a guy called Merv,
To arrive at a bright white tent, The place for us for to make our din,
There upon the stage, Sat three bottles of the most exquisite
Malt, but along with that, Was a thing of such beauty it caused us to write this (song)
That leg of lamb went around, Right round the whole of the tent, When we asked for it back, No sight nor scent could be found, That leg went around, devoured by the whole damn tent,
If I ever find the thief, I’ll put him in the ground.
It slid right off the bone, Never had such a rich treat been prepared,
In between each song, We’d take a bite with our teeth all bared
White as the glint in the eye, Of the hound who prowled all around our stage, Never letting his gaze, Depart from the prize that we prided, our leg of lamb.
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3. |
Come When I Call you
06:06
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Oh, will you come when I call you?
I'll come when you call me
I'll call you at half past one
One's for the pretty little baby that's born, born, born and gone away
Oh, will you come when I call you?
I'll come when you call me
I'll call you at half past two
Two's for the love of me and you
One's for the pretty little baby that's born, born, born and gone away
Oh, will you come when I call you?
I'll come when you call me
I'll call you at half past three
Three's for these warships at sea
Two's for the love of me and you
One's for the pretty little baby that's born, born, born and gone away
Oh, will you come when I call you?
I'll come when you call me
I'll call you at half past four
Four's for the guns of this war
Three's for these warships at sea
Two's for the love of me and you
One's for the pretty little baby that's born, born, born and gone away
Oh, will you come when I call you?
I'll come when you call me
I'll call you at half past five
Five's for the warplanes that fly
Four's for the guns of the this war
Three's for these warships at sea
Two's for the love of me and you
One's for the pretty little baby that's born, born, born and gone away
Oh, will you come when I call you?
I'll come when you call me
I'll call you at half past six
Six for the cities all wrecked
Five for the warplanes that fly
Four's for the guns of this war
Three's for these warships at sea
Two's for the love of me and you
One's for the pretty little baby that's born, born, born and gone away
Oh, will you come when I call you?
I'll come when you call me
I'll call you at half past seven
Seven for the continents blown up
Six for the cities all wrecked
Five for the warplanes that fly
Four's for the guns of this war
Three's for these warships at sea
Two's for the love of me and you
One's for the pretty little baby that's born, born, born and gone away
Oh, will you come when I call you?
I'll come when you call me
I'll call you at half past eight
Eight for my eight billion graves
Seven for the continents blown up
Six for the cities all wrecked
Five for the warplanes that fly
Four's for the guns of this war
Three's for these warships at sea
Two's for the love of me and you
One's for the pretty little baby that's born, born, born and gone away
Oh, will you come when I call you?
I'll come when you call me
I'll call you at half past nine
Nine for the crippled and blind
Eight for my eight billion graves
Seven for the continents blown up
Six for the cities all wrecked
Five for the warplanes that fly
Four's for the guns of this war
Three's for these warships at sea
Two's for the love of me and you
One's for the pretty little baby that's born, born, born and gone away
Oh, will you come when I call you?
I'll come when you call me
I'll call you at half past ten
Ten for the atom bomb lose again
Nine for the crippled and blind
Eight for my eight billion graves
Seven for the continents blown up
Six for the cities all wrecked
Five for the warplanes that fly
Four's for the guns of this war
Three's for these warships at sea
Two's for the love of me and you
One's for the pretty little baby that's born, born, born and gone away
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4. |
Sweetness
08:36
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Lay ye down
In my arms you don’t have to make a sound
Safe and warm
Let us drift away in our sweetness
Winter winds can be cruel and cold
You don’t have to face them on your own
Reach out and call
You can have a little bit of sweetness
It’s not much I seek
Just a brush of your ruby lips upon my cheek
Your skin on mine
Just a little bit of your sweetness
Your hand in mine
Our legs and arms all entwined
Hold me tight
And wrap me up in your sweetness
All day and all night
With the fire burning and a drap o’ wine
When morning comes
We’ll just stay right here in our sweetness
There's no touch so fine
As the feel of your fingers running down my spine
Trembling bones
I can taste the scent of your sweetness
Lay ye down
In my arms you don’t have to make a sound
Safe and war
Let us drift away in our sweetness
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Its silly o’clock in the morning and were off to Calcott Road
In the vainest hope of a cuddle on the floor
Well I will be your hero I will ride off in the rain
To find the sweet red wine that will keep us all sane
But it's silly o’clock in the morning and the shops are all closed
Got to find my way to the bastard hills of Totterdown
Now the wine’s hanging off my handlebars
And the rain and the wind it's howling, blinding me
Fucked if I know which way to go
I’m on the wrong side of the river and my phone is dead, you see
I put something up my nose a couple of hours ago
And it's running through my veins like a runaway train, rushy
I’m going hell for leather, every push on the pedals
Its surging up to pickle my melon, buzzy
But it’s silly o’clock in the morning and the shops are all closed
So its onwards and upwards through the mire with my head exposed
Yes it's silly o’clock in the morning and my blood is on fire
Got to find my way through the bastard hills of Totterdown
On the side of the road I see a mad old crow
It pointed its wing and I swear it cackled east
So I thanked the crow and away I rode
Till the road that I rode it started angling steep
It was then that I started to see the signs
A glimmer of hope in the roaming, gloaming streets
There was Rookery road and Ravenhill avenue
Friendship road and that crow up in a tree
But it's silly o’clock in the morning and the shops are all closed
So it's onwards and upwards through the mire with my heart exposed
Yes it's silly o’clock in the morning and my blood is on fire
Got to find my way through the bastard hills of Totterdown
Blablabla
But it's silly o’clock in the morning and the shops are all closed
But it's onwards and upwards through the mire with my soul exposed
Yes it's silly o’clock in the morning and my blood is on fire
Got to find my way through the bastard hills of Totterdown
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6. |
Djelem Djelem
08:05
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Gelem Gelem
Lungóne droménsa
Maladilém
Shukare Romensa
Gelem Gelem
Lungóne droménsa
Maladilem
Baxtale romenca
¡Oooh, Romalé!
¡Oooh, chavralé!
Romalé
¡Oooh, chavralé!
Gelem Gelem
Lungóne droménsa
Maladilém
Shukare Romensa
Gelem Gelem
Lungóne droménsa
Maladilem
Baxtale romenca
¡Oooh, Romalé!
¡Oooh, chavralé!
¡Oooh, Romalé
¡Oooh, chavralé!
Ala voliv lake kale jakha
Kaj si gugle sar duj kale drakha
Ala voliv lake kale jakha
Kaj si gugle sar duj kale drakha
Oooh, Romalé!
Oooh, chavralé!
Oooh, Romalé!
Oooh, chavralé!
Oooh, Romalé!
Oooh, chavralé!
Oooh, Romalé!
Oooh, chavralé!
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7. |
The Drunken Dwarf
03:14
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8. |
Open Your Eyes
07:44
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The rivers ran dry, the oceans emptied
The lone magpie’s cry spells the end of the day
Promises made, now are broken
Crushed in the clay
Deep now, under the ground
Young as the morning, bright as dawning day
I adored you, felt you under my skin
Promises made were made in earnest
That beautiful day, lifetime ago
Under the trees
Open your eyes wide and take it all in
How could you hide when your love was there
Calling your name
Open your eyes wide and take it all in
You made yourself blind boy
It's all down to you
Now our rivers restoring, time and tide rolls on
Ebbing and flowing, pulled by the same moon
Seeds that we sowed are thriving, that’s our boys
Look at them grown
Brave and strong, mother you are
Open your eyes wide and take it all in
Remember the times we had and the stories to tell
Open your eyes wide and take it all in
We made new life
It’s all about them
The rivers ran dry, the oceans emptied
The lone magpie’s cry calls a new dawning day.
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9. |
I'm Alive
08:34
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I'm dying Mamma, I'm surely dying,
I'm dying Mamma, I'm surely dying,
To where, where we go no-one knows,
To where, where we go no-one knows.
I'm alive Mamma, I'm surely alive.
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10. |
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For nearly 15 years now, the three members of The Langan Band have been carving out their own lawlessly virtuosic path of sound; rampaging through the boundaries of conventional genre and cavorting into the territories of wild abandon, purest intimacy, and unconditional musical elation. ... more
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