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Home Wherever
02:37
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There’s no need for alarm, only windows and sun
Body clock knows what time it is, bath will run
Cup of tea, Phill’s morning show, help you start the day
Make a list, Mickey Bliss break fast and we’ll go
Hear the sounds in my head, get them onto a page
Explain the chords, sing the words, let the ideas engage
Walk the streets, ride the tram, take the bus till the end of a line
Wonder if there’s a point, remember it’s just a song
Got my friends and the ones that I love
Move possessions around and around
Make a home of wherever I go
Made a list of the things that I hadn’t done
Had to stop putting off all the necessary ones
Found some clothes that fit for a change, threw the rest in a bag
Remind myself what it feels like to be content
Got my friends and the ones that I love
Move possessions around and around
Make a home of wherever I go
Brushed my teeth, went to sleep in the arms of a dream
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Hear the cries of Evening Post
As Market Square prepares itself
For another night of drunken traffic
The Trip, the Bell, the Salutation
Late night Sapna’s on occasion
Selectadisc has gone, the city lumbers on
It’s been so good to see you
You haven’t changed and you haven’t stayed the same
They’ve dressed you up so neatly
I only recognised you from your face
Past the Trent Bridge Cricket Ground
The river makes its way around
Between opposing rivals
There was a time when I belonged here
The friendly face suggests I’m welcome back
Renovated change, in my mind old haunts remain
And it’s been so good to see you
You haven’t changed and you haven’t stayed the same
They’ve dressed you up so neatly
I only recognised you from your face
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Wrong
03:03
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Of all the promises, I ever tried to keep
Yours was the one, that mattered most to me
And those that we held dear, were sold along the way
And all I leave to you, the debts I failed to pay
Once led to believe, we were favoured by the gods
Our reputations now, well and truly lost
Replaced by secrecy and codes by which we’re bound
The legacy we built, is buried underground
Promise me my son, that you will wrong no-one
Regret to be informed, those plans have come undone
Divided all the spoils, that were never ours to gain
As different as we are, our fate will be the same
Promise me my son, that you will wrong no-one
Regret to be informed, those plans have come undone
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Random Chocolates Budapest, Hungary
The Random Chocolates; 2007-2011.
Bringing a unique sense of fun, occasion and style of music
that was missing from a lot of modern performances.
There was an intimacy that the audience was able to see and take part in.
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