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Northern Town
05:42
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There's a little light that burns
In this room a heart that yearns
There's always a reason to believe
It's quiet now peaceful here
I can count on the fingers of just one hand
The number of times you treated me well
Sometimes I think just damm it all to hell
Cheers down the hatch again
And oh my love
What's become of me
Oh my love rescue me
I miss you like I miss the truth
I took some chances and I nailed a few
Every drink I take brings me down a peg or two
I'm in so deep I'm drowning here
The fires built under the belly of the ship
Hard men talked while it crackled and spit
You're in trouble here if your face don't fit
The winds whippin up I took a wrong turn
Now this place looks just like hell
Boards on the windows and nailed shut doors
Broken benches where men sat and talked
No dreams to dream here anymore
Oh my love
What's become of me
Oh my love rescue me
The Devil he walks the Tollemache Road
His foot prints clear in the virgin snow
In Flaybrick no flowers grow
It's bitter cold this is a bad road
There's a little light that burns
In this room a heart that yearns
There's always a reason to believe
Its quiet now peaceful here
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2. |
There Was A Time
03:33
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There was a time...I recall I remember it well
No borders in my mind...My path defined
Hey what we got to lose
We'll be dammed which ever road we choose
I tip my hat to my friends gone by....
There was a place...I recall I remember it well
No measure of time can erase what we left behind
Hey kick out the hate
That you're holding in your heart it's not to late
And tip your hat to your friends gone by....
There are faces I recall....I remember them well
They sleep now on foreign shores
Just stories left tell
Boys what we got to lose
It's raining hell on which ever road we choose
I tip my hat to my friends gone by....
Morris hunted mines in the great North Sea
Just a boy of twenty three
Cutting the waves on the Fire.....fly
Now he tips his hat to his friends gone by
He tips his hat to his friends gone by....
He tips his hat to his friends gone by...
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3. |
Winner
04:19
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I used to be a winner, guess
I lost my touch
I used to be a winner baby
Now I'm all out of luck
Summer here can hit eighty five in the day
And take the strength from the strongest man
I called you four, five, six times or more
What I done wrong I just don't understand
Feeling distant here, raking through the past
Our younger days have long gone
We chased the last
Once I had a vision, remember we had a plan
Maybe all things will become new again
And my friend me and you again
Will paint the whole damn town red
Tear down the walls, have a ball.
I used to be a winner
I could turn your world from grey
I used to be a winner baby
The sunlight in your day
Well Davey closed his eyes at just 53
Now only God can wake him
I don't know if he drew the bad hand
I'm hoping someday he might tell me
Feeling so distant here, just raking through the past
Our younger days have long gone
We chased the last
Once I had a vision, remember we had a plan
Maybe all things will become new again
And my friend me and you again
Will paint the whole damn town red
Tear down the walls, have a ball.
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4. |
Ghosts
04:11
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5. |
A Town With No Cheer
04:15
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I'm going to drown my sorrows there's little for me here
Just a place where I was born that holds nothing for me dear
Memories they don't lie they paint a picture clear
And damn this town this town with no cheer.
An faith is just for chancers I've been on that road
And a skin full of mothers ruin let these stories unfold
They bend and they twist then scatter on the wind
And at night when your sleeping they pretend to be your friend
Damm this darkness and damm this fear
Damn this town this town with no cheer.
White smoke it bellowed from every chimney stack
This place is cruel it don't cut you no slack
The door steps shine like blood red mirrors and
Jesus if they could talk they'd spit out all the secrets
That where never meant to breathe or crawl
Curse this town and dry your tears
Damn this town this town with no cheer.
I hear the ghost of banjo Harry picking out some lonesome tune
When we where young we'd shoot for the moon
Now nothing here is sacred and there's little or no regard
For all the workers past and the old ship yard
And there's no friends left to shed a tear
Damn this town this town with no cheer..
When the tide goes out here when it rolls out low
You see the remains of a ship who's name nobody knows
There's nothing left to show her former majesty
No polished chrome no finery
And there's no one here to shed a tear
Damn this town this town with no cheer.
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6. |
A Place By The River
04:56
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There's a place by the river on the bend
Where the willow grows
A place a long time back when
We held each other so close
I don't want to forget your face dear
I don't want to fall from grace
Things that used to matter
I can't find here a single trace.
No time is going to be the right time
There's no time better than now
Shine a little light here something's not right here
I'm boxed in with no way out.
The men they don't cry here god forbid and oh the shame
Soldiers of god show no mercy when they fight an kill and maim
I'm thinking of you and home and drinking my chances here are few
I'm gambling on a book that says Jesus saves will bring me safe home to you.
No time is going to be the right time
There's no time better than now
Jesus shine your light here nothing's right here
I'm boxed in with no way out.
There's a place by the river on the bend
Where the willow grows
A place a long time back when
We held each other so close
Oh to suffer this fate dear, each day I watch my friends fall
When I realised God's left his heaven and nobody can hear me at all
Last night I dreamt I saw the devil just as my light began to dim
And the last thing I remember you saying is I'll take care of him.
No time is going to be the right time
There's no time better than now
Shine a little light here something's not right here
I'm boxed in with no way out.
There's a place by the river on the bend
Where the willow grows.
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7. |
A Fine Day To Leave
03:34
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It's a fine day to leave
There's nothing now to keep me here
They tore down the river streets
I'm standing in rubble where we used to meet
And it's a fine day to leave.
The boy's a dreamer an there's nothing wrong with that
He caught the rain in a little tin cup he had
I'd drink to you until I'm full up
These tears been wasted long enough
And it's a fine day to leave.
The sun still rises here
And some things they just always stay the same
Now junk blocks the river where we used to sail
Our paper ships on summer days
And it's a fine day to leave.
We built them big and strong we built them to last
Blacked out cities when their shadows were cast
Ten Hail Marys for a chance to be
You sailing on that ship with me
And It's a fine day to leave.
Go on now you throw that dice
Evens and you're heading out with me
I can see the good times roll
The world will love you you got soul
And it's a fine day to leave.
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8. |
Northside
04:57
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I grew up on the north side of the river
Cobbled streets all wet with rain
I grew up in the shadows of the shipyard
With rows of houses all the same
Elvis recorded "It's Now or Never"
In the year I first took a breath
Some things I remember
Lord I wish I could forget.
There will be better times
A light to guide A star to shine
No chains to bind us
You're not alone
George once was a soldier
When he was just a boy
Straight from school in Liverpool
To fight on foreign shores
I tell you it don't take too long
To fast become a man
When your enemies surrender
Grenade's hidden in their hands.
There will be better times
A light to guide A star to shine
No chains to bind us
You're not alone
My grandfather and I used to go a walking
Sixty eight out and along New Brighton Pier
A decade long now he's been gone
I've seen so many good things disappear
Yes I grew up on the north side of the river
With rows of houses all the same
Where broken hearts always surrender
In the tall shadows of the cranes
The ghosts they call me from way back when
In sleep they call my name
I can hear the echoes of their footsteps
On the cobbled streets all wet with rain.
There will be better times
A light to guide A star to shine
No chains to bind us
You're not alone
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9. |
You Stole My Joy
03:37
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Grandma's in the kitchen at the stove
Singing along to the radio
Singing "Any old wind that blows"
She's walked the line so long.
You stole my joy and you laid it to rest
The romance has gone like the great Wild West
My zippo won't light no e cigarette
I've walked the line so long
I shivered with the devil by the Mersey one time
Nothing much got built after seventy nine
The whole dam town it took a dive
We walked the line so long.
Well I'm too bad for my own good
I should have listened yes I should
But sometimes people turn out no good
When they've walked the line so long
Grandma's in the kitchen at the stove
Singing along to the radio
Singing "Any old wind that blows"
She's walked the line so long.
We walked the line so long We walked the line so long
We walked the line so long.
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10. |
Winner (Single)
04:11
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I used to be a winner, guess
I lost my touch
I used to be a winner baby
Now I'm all out of luck
Summer here can hit eighty five in the day
And take the strength from the strongest man
I called you four, five, six times or more
What I done wrong I just don't understand
Feeling distant here, raking through the past
Our younger days have long gone
We chased the last
Once I had a vision, remember we had a plan
Maybe all things will become new again
And my friend me and you again
Will paint the whole damn town red
Tear down the walls, have a ball.
I used to be a winner
I could turn your world from grey
I used to be a winner baby
The sunlight in your day
Well Davey closed his eyes at just 53
Now only God can wake him
I don't know if he drew the bad hand
I'm hoping someday he might tell me
Feeling so distant here, just raking through the past
Our younger days have long gone
We chased the last
Once I had a vision, remember we had a plan
Maybe all things will become new again
And my friend me and you again
Will paint the whole damn town red
Tear down the walls, have a ball.
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Kete Bowers London, UK
Kete Bowers is a singer / songwriter born in Liverpool. His music crosses many genres.
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