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Wisdom
02:39
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Wisdom
If all I have is Wisdom, I lay it at your feet.
Because somehow without you babe, I don’t feel complete.
And now I’m feeling lonely when things aren’t going well.
I seek out all my memories, escape this living hell.
And now I’m getting older, my hair is turning grey,
I’m losing sense no recompense and life just slips away…
I felt the pain of sadness girl the day you walked away.
It’s now a kind of madness eating at my brain.
I know that I was crazy, as if I could have lied,
I watched you turn and face the sun, the day my music died.
And now I’m getting bolder, and trying to find my way
I’m not so tense and common sense takes it day by day…
I reach out for some comfort babe; I need to feel your soul.
A story lost in empty words never to be told.
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2. |
Dreams
03:18
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Dreams
Dreams that come in the deep dark night, I sit right up in a state of fright.
I hold my hand out to read the clock, drives me mad with its tick tick tock.
Do all our lives depend on time, we reminisce with a glass of wine?
I think I’ll pass if you really don’t mind…gotta run…
I heard your name as they passed me by, it sent a shiver right down my spine.
It’s been so long it took me by surprise, playing tricks on a troubled mind.
All these words just idle chat, they’re all my sins I have to live with that.
Apologies still falling flat…gotta run….
I catch my breath on the windowpane still looking out pane by pane.
There’s empty streets of cobbled stones, rattling crates like broken bones.
What’s the plan then to fight your age? You raise a fist gripped with rage.
The battles on can’t you turn the page…gotta run….
Oh I used to know you and I know you now, I know you now.
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3. |
A Sixties Voice
03:54
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A Sixties Voice
Take a drive down a lonely road, with no direction, nowhere is home,
And the drivings real slow.
Through the windscreen the city grows, reflected traffic in the mirror glows,
And the rain, turns to snow.
I don’t know why, I keep a wandering? As if to stop would be to lie.
He plays it like a Rolling Stone.
He lives it in a country home.
It had to be a Psychedelic show.
Now the time comes to move it on, disillusioned with the chosen one,
Just a shadow on the road.
I don’t know why, I keep a wandering? I hardly know how I survive.
He played it like a Pretty Thing
He gave us all a song to sing
Believing that a sixties bell still rings…
Yesterday, I couldn’t believe my luck, so pack my things and start again…
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4. |
Losing Ground
02:13
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Losing Ground
Here I am, living like a King.
What a sham, empty glasses hollow ring…
Watch the world spin round and busy people running,
chasing daydreams losing ground.
Time moves slow, hours linger on.
Please don’t go, won’t you stay a little longer and…
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5. |
Take Me Back Home
05:24
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Take Me Back Home
I turned up late it was Saturday circa 1986
The October sun still shining warm cross terracotta bricks
I remember clear the atmosphere it was heavy with the morning dew
They beckoned me to a floodlit barn and we played a riff or two
At first they smiled at me trying to play it right
Then I was criticised I was patronised I was held up to the light.
Still I persevered until my voice was getting strong
But it haunted me how they taunted me for so long
Take me back home…won’t you take me back home again
And the days were weeks and the week were months
How time just seemed to fly
I was holding on to a shred of self-esteem
Though the truth had passed me by
In a solemn dawn two years hence the tipping point was gained
So I cashed it in and I ran for home to start it all again.
It’s not the loneliness it’s the sudden loss of hope
It’s a paradigm, the wasted time, the running out of rope
And though we measure it, there’s positives no doubt
But I don’t care I’ve had my share I want out
Take me back home… won’t you take me back home again
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6. |
Let The Records Show
04:00
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Let The Records Show
All my life I hoped for something good, but nothing yielded as it should
So all that's left me now are promises
I had to runaway to make a mark, working hard to try and find a spark
In the hope that someone there might give a damn
When you give your best it breaks your heart
But let the record show I played my part
Sometimes you get a second chance, another song another dance
Still you find it hard to ever let it go
The tangled web we weave is loosened and then tightens in a bow
The twisted paths we tread that led me down a road that takes me home
Across the fields beyond the fold, beneath the skies still starry glow
You feel it in your bones...
Why waste your time and get a job, run with the crowd, vote with the mob
I believe the world has something better
I felt the shame of giving in, conceding hope to never win
And feel that freedom in my bones again
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7. |
Sweet Forgotten Thing
07:11
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Sweet Forgotten Thing
So the bright young thing in a bedsit flat
Grips the vinyl prize and makes his move
Flick the switch to on, check the speakers hum
And drop the diamond stylus in the groove
And the song sung mystery, and a voice speaks clear to me.
Echoes of misfortune fill the room.
Touched with madness dear, and held by sadness, fear,
A sticky, sweet tobacco fills the room.
Say, what is that song you sing, that sweet forgotten thing we all knew.
And hey, we dare not speak the name, we cannot change the game its all new…
Adolescent blast, now the time has passed, Images discarded on the floor.
Mirrored glass lies shattered, hopes and dreams once flattered,
No-one wants to listen anymore,
Voices gone, nothing more to say, comes the time to plant a seed today…
Voices gone, nothing more to say, there is no time to plant a seed today…
Say, what is that song you sing, that sweet forgotten thing we all knew.
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8. |
A Quiet Life
04:13
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Quiet Life
They say a man who lives for a reason:
ooh that’s a thinking life.
They say a man who lives for the seasons:
ooh that’s a farmer’s life
With an angry wife, it’s a life of strife…
Here, it’s a quiet life, with a rising tide and a place to hide.
They say a man who lives for the sunshine:
ooh it’s a travelling life.
They say a man who lives for the army:
ooh got a soldier’s life
With a switchblade knife, it’s a crazy life…
Here, it’s a quiet life, with a rising tide and a place to hide.
Here, in a cool sea breeze, by the poplar trees, it’s a life of ease.
They say a man who lives for his lovers:
ooh lives a stranger’s life
Casanova’s price, what a paradise…
Here, it’s a quiet life, with a rising tide and a place to hide.
Here, in a cool sea air, life without a care, it’s a quiet life.
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9. |
Magic Spell
05:13
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Magic Spell
And now we've come this far
From broken homes and broken hearts I know
A life of shattered dreams, aspirations, empty schemes.
How every summer's day
Brings promise of another place to go
The very rise and fall, bounces like a rubber ball.
Delusions magic spell says living good will keep you well
With cloudy dark despair the years recede a dying flare
I still wait patiently for you to come back home to me
Can you make it, home?
If every passing year leaves you with a hollow fear I know
Just watch the sweet sunrise opening before your eyes
Delusions magic spell says living good will keep you well
With cloudy dark despair the years recede a dying flare
And how I watched you grow through winter's cold and frozen snow
Can you make it, can you make it, can you make it, home?
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10. |
Here We Go Again!
03:54
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Here We Go Again!
There's a private yacht in Monaco Champagne flowing down below
The price is right, the chartered flight, pretty maids in a row.
The oilmen meet the Oxbridge set, Tax avoidance leveraged debt
The nouveau riche carve out a niche, for rock stars, models, no regrets,
See it all on the internet.
Here we go again, face it in the end,
When they know their time has come, they reach out for their friends.
There's a football club so keen to sign, write your name on the dotted line,
No need to play, we're happy to say, your reputation's doing fine.
We're cashing in on the merchandise.
Here we go again, face it in the end,
When they know their time has come, they reach out for their friends.
We've seen it all before, the rich man and the whore,
It's who you know not what you know, that gets you through the door.
Another world you say, millions squandered everyday, all to keep the poor man on his back.
Send kids to private school, go to learn the golden rule, got to keep the workers on the track
Time to count your blessings so they say, the rising sun, the summers day.
You're on the case, you found your place, the kids have left and gone away, Everyday a holiday…
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11. |
Something Shared
04:57
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Something Shared
I met a man on the road to Mandalay
With drawn back hair and wide eyed smile
Said step aside man, you're standing in my way
And then I recognised the style
We're reaching out for something shared, time elapsed
We take our time to reconcile the past
And still believe it all worthwhile
You wonder how and why and where and when
Did you forget where you belong?
Those hopeful dreams we bothered to defend,
Clinging on for far too long
We're reaching out for something shared, dreams collapse
Was something pure captured in those nights,
Since forgotten and forgone
And in the end did it matter all along
I don't suppose it crossed your mind
The moment passed the memory has gone
We had our chance, we had our time.
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12. |
The Words Don't Rhyme
04:16
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The Words Don't Rhyme
The man he said, "one in a million son,
You are the special one, or so I'm told"
The weight of words to act responsibly,
Don't think so logically, be brave, be bold.
And the feeling grows, maybe the time is mine.
And you pay your dues, and you serve your time.
And you sing your song, but the words don't rhyme.
'cross the tracks where independence grows,
Through all the highs and lows still standing tall.
To live, to learn, no booze, no cigarettes,
No drugs and no regrets, I've seen it all
And the feeling grows, maybe the sun won't shine
And you paid your dues, and you served your time.
And you sing your song, but the words don't rhyme.
In the end as Father Time foretold,
What can the future hold, we all agree.
As heroes come so will those heroes fall,
No cards no crystal ball to set them free.
And the feeling grows, maybe the sun won't shine
Now you've paid your dues, and you're out of time.
So you live your life and it works out fine,
Still you sing your song, and the words don't rhyme.
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The QuietLife Project Durham, UK
The QuietLife Project began life several years ago. Producer and Songwriter Andrew Higgins, had a hit and miss career with a
variety of Rock Bands in the 80s and 90s and a few years in the engine room of music publishing decided to rediscover some of the music from these lost years.
The songs were recovered in unusable formats so with my best efforts and a bit of technology here they are. Enjoy
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