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nothing changes (money)
03:26
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That corner there you’d find some faith.
Some hopes that raised, then dashed again
as things just stayed the same.
Confusing in their way,
the seasons come and go today,
but oxygen repays.
Now make your move, and entertain.
Naively we begin again
constructing our next cage,
to keep our sharks at bay,
we hide ourselves beneath the waves
and hear those soldiers say.
Where’s my money?
Where’s the money?
Where’s your money?
And nothing changes.
A change of phrase, a change of pace.
new players staging ancient plays,
all read from the same page.
We looked for things to change-
with endless reruns to placate;
became a change of face.
Where’s the money?
Where’s my money?
Where’s your money?
And nothing changes
Where’s the money?
Where’s my money?
Where’s your money?
And nothing changes
That corner there you’ll find some faith -
same hopes were dashed, then raised again,
and things just stay the same.
Confusing in their way,
the seasons come and go again,
but oxygen remains.
Where’s your money?
Where’s my money?
Where’s the money?
And nothing changes.
Where’s the money?
Where’s your money?
Where’s my money?
And nothing changes.
Where’s my money?
Where’s your money?
Where’s the money?
And nothing changes.
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2. |
i caught my breath
02:53
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And as the nights get colder
I’ll only want to hold ya.
I caught my breath you caught yours too.
Crossing and dotting, oh yeah.
Knowing, not being told, yeah.
When I caught my breath,
I caught yours too.
Became the start of ours.
Crossing and dotting, oh yeah.
Knowing not being told, well
nobody tells us what to do -
no-one apart from us.
Now our race is run,
lying in the sun.
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3. |
attest
04:24
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Once, one contests.
Twice, it's a fight.
Holding my breath,
all this despite,
yes, nonetheless,
holding you tight.
Breathing's just breath -
sighs don't define.
And if you held a moment for too long,
it would be just... gone.
And if you bend and flex, or move along,
you won't last too long.
Among the coloured lights, the haze, the noise -
everything seems wrong.
And as the dream you had last night escapes,
everything seems wrong.
Well did you hold on to a moment?
Did you let them move along?
Did you bend and flex, or hesitate?
Does everything seem wrong?
Once, one contests,
and twice, it's a fight.
Holding my breath.
All this despite,
yes, nonetheless,
holding you tight.
Breathing's just breath -
sighs don't define.
And if you held onto a moment,
it would be just gone.
And if you bend and flex, or hesitate,
you won't last too long.
Amongst the coloured lights, the haze, the noise -
does everything seem wrong?
And as the dream you had last night escapes,
does everything seem wrong?
Well did you hold on to that moment?
Did you let them move along?
Did you bend and flex, or hesitate?
Does everything seem wrong?
Once, one contests.
Twice, it's a fight.
Holding my breath,
and all this despite,
yes, nonetheless,
holding you tight.
Breathing's just breath -
sighs don't define.
And if you held onto a moment,
it would be just gone.
And if you bend and flex, or hesitate -
you won't last too long.
Amongst the coloured lights, the haze, the noise -
everything seems wrong.
And as the dream you had last night escapes
everything seems wrong.
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4. |
it's alright?
03:34
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Hold me close.
Hold me tight.
Close your eyes.
Close your mind.
It’s all, it’s alright.
It’s all, it’s alright.
Hold me close.
Hold me tight.
It’s all…
It’s alright.
It’s alright.
Close your eyes.
Close your mind.
It’s all, it’s alright?
It’s all, it’s alright?
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5. |
no top pocket pick
03:59
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There’s no top pocket pick,
no quick riches, no trick.
Don’t hold out – this is it.
All those flowers we pick.
Make a chain, then break it.
Delicate, delicate.
Well we lose sight - myopic.
They’re not there - that’s their trick.
You don’t ask, you don’t get.
I’m no top pocket pick,
Too much left some insist -
let it go, don’t exist.
Right. Endless days. Don’t forget,
that we haven’t slept yet.
Open eyed there’s no rest.
I’m not top pocket pick.
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michael dollan Hebden Bridge, UK
Out now is my debut album 'our own unique patch of sky'...
I'm a Geordie musician now living in
Hebden Bridge.
I've spent the best part of 30 years in various bands as a bass player, or singer/guitarist. I've also performed numerous times as an acoustic singer songwriter, and have sung in several a capella choirs.
For last 20 years I've worked as a Community Musician and Arts Manager.
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