1. |
Wanting More
05:04
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Throw it all up in the air, and I know that you don’t think it’s fair
Well oh my darling au contraire, because I’m sick of having other people’s shoes to wear.
It’s a blind pair of eyes that cannot see through your disguise
I warn you there’ll be a reprise, but I pray that people don’t stand and laugh at your demise.
There is an angel in our midst, and no one can see it for their eyes are fixed;
On the shaft of light coming through your door-
‘Cause you always leave everyone wanting more
Trust me when I say I’m feeling the strain,
I can hear your voice inside the wind and the rain
And I bury my head under the sand again,
But it doesn’t stop me from singing your refrain
There is an angel in our midst,
And no one can see it, 'cause their eyes are fixed
And the heavens explode, and horizons collide,
But there’s no one looking ‘cause their eyes are wide
On the shaft of light coming through your door,
Because you always leave everyone
Wanting more
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2. |
Way Down Low
04:20
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Spinning round in circles and watching the sun
Go from east to west as shadows turn around,
And I’m feeling all lethargic without change or substance,
As I try to be happy, as I try to find some constants
But I’m way down low
Getting over all the sequence, imperfection,
Letting go of all my sweetness and affection,
I’m losing grip as I try to change direction
And I fall down low
Place your hands over my eyes, to hide the things that I despise
Getting rid of all my waste and distractions,
I find that things they give me so much satisfaction
But it’s just too far, it’s out of reach
Like a whale that’s stranded on a beach, I’m way down low
Place your hands over my eyes, to hide the things that I despise
There’s too many things that I don’t know,
And I’m still losing my grip as I slip below
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3. |
Can't Fool Me
03:41
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Well it’s just a fix, you’re dead in the water
When you’re thrown in the mix, it’s a fix
There’s circling vultures, like lambs to the slaughter
And you’re out in the sticks, in the sticks.
You’re given one chance; it’s the size of a matchbox,
As real as a fantasy romance.
And all of the years of all the starvation,
There’s only so much degradation you can take,
You can’t fool me.
A desperate hope, like an over-turned beetle,
Like trying to crawl through the eye of a needle
And there’s no way back.
They’re all getting fat on the spoils of war
And you still can’t believe, believe what you saw
And we’re all under attack.
You can’t fool me
And all that you had, your one salvation
That filled you up with so much anticipation
Was all fake, fake, fake, my mistake, my mistake.
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4. |
Head Up
03:27
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It’s hard to keep my feet stuck on the ground;
I float away when I think I hear your sound
It’s hard to keep from wearing a frown,
Knowing that you’ll never be around
Guess I’ve got to keep my head up, head up, head up
If I want to find my way up, way up
Your highest peak it’s just I get so fed up, fed up, fed up,
Like I’ve fallen for a set up, a set up,
All I want from you is just a piece of true love
I think that I have figured out this game,
All I need to do is just forget your name
But it’s so hard to do when you feel like a fool,
And you realise that you never knew the rules
I’ve gotta keep my head up, head up, head up
If I want to find my way up, way up, way up
Your highest peak it’s just I get so fed up, fed up, fed up
Like I’ve fallen for a set up, a setup,
Like a bad debt but you just don’t want to pay up, pay up, pay up.
Guess I've gotta keep my head up, my head up, my head up-
But all I want from you is just a piece of true love
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5. |
Chin Up Kid (demo)
05:13
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If you could be me, you’d see it. but as it is now it’s secret,
And I follow you home
Keep treading water or drown,
Because it’s hard to break the surface when no one’s around
To keep you afloat
So come rest your troubles and lay down,
And chin up kid
Speak to the world as you see fit,
But just don’t give me all that bullshit-
Hold your tongue
They keep the streets so shiny,
But when you walk them you’re tiny
So stand up tall, don’t stoop and crawl
Just when you think that you’ve got it,
The rug’s pulled away and you’re back
To square one again
Soaked to the skin and you’re heavy,
Because the world’s clinging on and you’re not ready
For this sort of thing,
So chin up kid
There’s something you did, so chin up kid
Need to get out of this bubble, all that surrounds me- it’s rubble
But I’ll stick around here for now, so chin up kid
There’s something you did, so chin up kid,
There’s something you did, so chin up kid
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6. |
The Weight
07:36
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I crossed paths with Jesus, his hands were all bleeding
He said "There’s hundreds of mouths and they all need feeding"
I’ve got fish and bread, everything that’s needed.
Then there’s the Garden of Eden, and it needs to be weeded.
That’s how heavy the weight is that you put on my shoulders,
Like a ton of bricks, like ten thousand boulders
Like the featureless beast that crawled out of the lake
It’s the future now; it’s for all our sake
And still you want legs, you want arms, you want wings to sprout,
To lift us all from this eternal drought.
You want all of this now but so much is in doubt,
That’s how heavy the weight is that you put on my shoulders,
Like an army of tanks, like ten thousand boulders
There’s a shelf full of albums of dusty old photos,
And you blow off the dirt and what do you see,
There’s a stutter, a croak, and just shadows of me
What do you want from me, is there something there that I can’t see?
Throw it all in the air when you’re in distress
And then hope it lands in a beautiful mess
Trying to save the little boy stuck down the well,
Trying to reach the swimmer pulled out by the swell
Trying to save a little girl who’s just stopped breathing,
And I’m holding a newborn who’s constantly teething.
It’s six of one half-dozen the other,
And it seems that you’d even betray your own mother
You don’t seem to know what’s right from wrong
And all I’m trying to do is just sing my song
That’s how heavy the weight is that you put on my shoulders
Like a deadweight, like ten thousand boulders
That’s how heavy the weight is that you put on my shoulders,
Like a run-away train, the fact you might never grow older
That’s how heavy the weight is that you put on my shoulders
Like a stricken ship, like ten thousand boulders
Like an army of tanks pressing down on my shoulders
Like ten thousand boulders
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Sunsinger & the High Seas Bedford, UK
Sunsinger, aka Simon Gutteridge, is a Bedford-based songwriter. Expect alt-country, folk and Americana tinged songs with a
hint of pop, with tunes packed full of catchy melodies and soaring choruses.
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