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Jolene (Don't Leave)
05:29
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Think I'm going to take me a walk tomorrow
Though it's gonna to be a lonely path to follow
For my boots are so full of sorrow,
And all I have is my pride to swallow.
'Cause you made me feel like I've done no good.
But that's so unreal 'cause I gave all I could.
And I bite my tongue but I taste your blood,
I cry my tears but I drown in your flood
Oh but I'm bored, bored, bored, 'cause what is this old song for?
Jolene, think my weakness is showing,
Jolene, she's a secret worth knowing.
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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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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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Heartbeat (early demo)
04:50
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Hold your head up high and be a friend of mine
And I’ll hold your hand a little further down the line
When I’m walking on a high wire
Walking on the faithless streets, feel an aching in your bones
Stepping on the cold hard concrete, feel it rising through your toes,
Feel like a stranger here, well I feel it too
There’s a sense of fear, well honey I’m with you
Oh you’ve been making my soul bleed
So many things around today but you’re really all that I need
Oh you’ve been making my soul bleed,
So sit down next to me and
Fill in my missing heartbeat
Looking at you now, well I must confess,
That it’s hard not to think of pleasures of the flesh
But I suppose that you could be forgiven too
For being part of this sorry mess
But we’ll start the ball rolling now,
Down the hill at a hundred miles an hour
It leaves people in its wake; a heart’s so easy to break,
I guess we never realised its power.
And I'll never think of you if I can be forgotten too.
I’d show you my naked heart, but first you’d have to tear me apart
Oh you’ve been making my soul bleed,
So many things around today but you’re really all that I need
Oh you’ve been making my soul bleed, sit down next to me
Fill in my missing heartbeat.
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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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