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Lose Track of Time
03:41
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I want to lose track of time
Just once to see
If time can lose track of me
And I’ll be free
Only the grey and pearly sky in the window when I look out
Only the book of my life to read and wonder what it’s all about
It’s hot up in this attic and it’s cold down on the street
You have to adjust to zero before you can find your feet
I want to lose track of time
Just once to see
If time can lose track of me
And I’ll be free
How many novels have you read how many movies have you seen
I’m alone with the dream of something flashing across the screen
Sitting on a bench an African guy with hollow cheeks and a hungry eye
There are people who’ll never be listened to cause their stories are too hard not to be true
I want to lose track of time
Just once to see
If time can lose track of me
And I’ll be free
When outside the sky looks bleak
I’m here watching the water leak
Drip drip dripping down on the floor
I’m out of time but that’s what I came here for
What I came here for
He drinks from a bag and watches the girls passing by
He drinks from a bag and watches the girls
He drinks from a bag and watches a girl
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2. |
The Winter Was Cold
03:15
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The winter was cold in Kensington Gardens
and we walked the dog through the frozen leaves
while rock’n’roll stars strolled past your apartment
and we drank more whiskey than you would believe
We came out with the night in the Nellie Dean and Frenchy’s
burned the hours like banknotes, had our slice of the fun
with the guys and dolls in the laughter and smokelight
we lived like gangsters on the run
The winter was cold
and we drank more whiskey
than you would believe
We didn’t believe that there was no future
there was room at the top of that we were sure
three million new punters had just joined the dole queues
so it really didn’t matter if there were two more
The winter was cold
as we got down on the floor
London was calling and we were freefalling
with the emptyhanded night shivering at the door
The winter was cold
and we drank more whiskey
than we could hold
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Driftwood
03:46
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Everything means something
if you want it to
and everything means nothing
you can have that too
But there’s only one thing I want to know
why did you have to go
and there’s only one thing I want to know
why did you have to go
What will we do when our time comes
will we say please not today
I’ve got too many lives left to live now
to fade away into the grey dawn of another day
I miss you in the morning
when I get up and on my way
and I miss you in the evening
at the end of my busy day
I miss you every moment
whatever I do or say
I miss you now and always
I’ll miss you till my dying day
Quiet music playing in the house
I hear a baby crying in the yard
there’s another one who’s just starting out
and he’s finding out the road can be so hard
Cause we’re driftwood on the shore
can’t go home any more
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Ithaca
03:43
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I trace your outline in the night
seems the world’s insane outside
I lay shipwrecked on your sand
so I sunk my roots deep in your land
now I follow my fate across your hand
I lie dreaming on your shore
trace my path to your back door
I suck the fruit you bring
I listen to the sirens sing
explore the labyrinth at your core
The storm has passed the water’s calm
I chase my lifeline across your palm
I travel far and wide
the upturned world outside
then find my way back to your eyes
I travel far and wide
the upturned world outside
then find my way back to your eyes
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5. |
The Meaning of It All
02:41
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Time is travelling far too fast and nothing here
nothing here is built to last
Walls are rising and crumbling everywhere and everything
that’s solid melts to air
And what I’m doing here I don’t know
I’m sitting here just watching the show
watching empires rise and fall
thinking about the meaning of it all
You take the cards and you don’t know how they’ll fall
and you play and you have to risk it all
Accept your lot or reject it all it makes no odds
cause only fortune is our god
And what I’m doing here I don’t know
I’m sitting here just watching the show
watching empires rise and fall
thinking about the meaning of it all
You know that if you wait too hard time will never
time will never play your card
But if all your dreams come to nothing it doesn’t mean
there was nothing in your dreams
And what I’m doing here I don’t know
I’m sitting here just watching the show
watching empires rise and fall
thinking about the meaning of it all
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Steve Bruce Roberts Barcelona, Spain
anglo singer-songwriter living in sant boi, near barcelona.
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