1. |
Roses
03:06
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(Tim O'Connor & Debbie Pullen)
There were roses laying on your floor,
And I wonder what they mean.
I see them through the open door,
And think what might have been.
I walk through your empty house,
a breeze blows through the windows,
I know you're never coming back,
and it's time for me to go.
Yes it's time for me to go.
Prick my finger on the roses thorn, watch as it bleeds.
Wonder now if we'll be reborn.
Will I follow where you lead?
Will I follow where you lead?
There was joy then in your loving arms,
I thought it strong and right.
But you darkened through those precious times,
Turned sunshine into night.
As the pain eats away in my soul,
I breathe back a tear.
I can't cry for you anymore
Now it's time I wasn't here.
Yes it's time I wasn't here.
Prick my finger on the roses thorn, watch as it bleeds.
Wonder now if we'll be reborn.
Will I follow where you lead?
Will I follow where you lead?
I can leave now as the sun goes down,
but we cannot say goodbye.
Too much times past, too many tears.
There's darkness in you and I.
As I leave here I can hear your voice, a ghost from the past.
But I'm broken never looking back.
Can I be at peace at last ?
Can I be at peace at last?
Prick my finger on the roses thorn, watch as it bleeds.
Wonder now if we'll be reborn.
Will I follow where you lead?
Will I follow where you lead?
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2. |
Damaged Goods
03:26
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(Debbie Pullen)
Blue eyes and long brown hair,
And a forever smile,
Kisses never leave you,
Knows how to tease,
Knows how to please?
You'd love her if you could,
She's damaged goods.
Chorus:
It's not her fault,
That doesn't change the fact,
It's not her fault,
The way you make her act,
You told me that you loved her,
You opened up the flood,
Then you walked away,
She's damaged goods.
She's easy to want,
Easy to love,
Her kisses never leave you,
She's everything that doesn't wait at home,
The bottom of your silent scream,
She's damaged goods.
Repeat chorus
She's damaged goods
Then you walked away,
She's damaged goods.
Tell yourself you got it right,
It's all for the best,
But you know that you're dead inside,
Is this your last request,
See those who would use you,
She always knew they would,
And then you leave her,
In the wreckage,
After all: she's damaged goods.
Repeat chorus
She's damaged goods
Then you walked away,
She's damaged goods,
She's damaged goods
Then you walked away,
She's damaged goods.
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3. |
I Can Wait
03:51
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(Tim O'Connor & Debbie Pullen)
Mistakes are like children,
We nurture our past,
Blaming myself for the sins I've committed,
Wishing , hoping every single hour,
That this was all in my head,
Not real, not painful.
Chorus
Bringer of love,
Releaser of dreams,
Full filler of fantasy,
Breaker of promises,
Breaker of hearts,
Bringer of hate?
It's ok,
I can wait,
I can wait,
I can wait,
For you.
Every thought ends with you,
Every colour I see,
All my falsehoods and dreams,
Seeing you in every moment,
Everything else blighted by my loss.
Here I go into my ritual of fantasy,
We can be real not just my invention,
Then trying to close my mind,
Close my head to your hate,
It's ok,
I can wait,
I can wait,
I can wait,
For you.
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4. |
We Could Never Be
02:42
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(Tim O'Connor & Debbie Pullen)
Could you change your mind
Could we just go back in time
Could you hold me like I'm your last hope
Could you change your mind
Could we just go back in time
To a place where you would always be mine..
When you said, "Goodbye,
I'm not wired up that way",
When you said goodbye, you left me to cry
When you said goodbye
And couldn't meet my eyes
When you said goodbye
I tried not to cry
You say it isn't me
Is it you I cannot see
How could we love so perfectly
But you think we could never be
Could you be my love
Protect me from storms above
Shelter me from fallout, make me safe in your arms.
I could change our lives
I'd steal the light from the moon
I'd make it right
We have to take our chance soon
Could you be my love
Leave this sorry mess behind
Run into the night
Don't fear the things that we'll find
There is much more to me
If I could make you see
That you'll never get me out of your mind..
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5. |
Ignorance Is Bliss
03:38
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(Tim O'Connor & Debbie Pullen)
Way back in the 50s when we starched our colours stiffly,
Men had all the money while the women stayed inside,
Kids played in bombed houses dug up cat bones and rode bogies,
All the secrets remand secrets locked away from prying eyes.
My point is this:
Is your ignorance bliss,
If not then what
Is?
Then on into the 60s where women found their freedom,
Liberated bodies expanding our minds,
Ban the bomb, don't shoot guns and flowers had the power,
Still we couldn't make decisions, corrupt or otherwise.
The Seventies brought us Ziggy glamming up our lives,
We flared nostrils and our trousers but still we didn't rise,
We rioted and ducked the bombs: gifts from the Emerald Kings,
Listening to chopped up news that upright channels bring.
The eighties brought us colour, hair gel and HIV,
Still we used the payphones and still we did not see,
The only war was cold, even though the planet's warming,
But we didn't stop the digging and we all ignored the warning.
In enlightened 90s as our greed interconnected,
We all needed to be famous, with huge beacons we erected ,
We all needed a tan, longer hair and better skin,
We found it all on this interweb-dial-uppy thing.
The world post millennium didn't end it kept on turning,
So we all logged on like zombies, but I think that we've stopped learning,
Kids play games imobile and grow fatter than their dads,
There are no secrets anymore: is this good or is it bad?
Now we all own phones that are much smarter than ourselves,
And the web can serve us everything we need right of the shelves,
So we don't go out and feel the wind and rain or see the sun,
God forbid the real world interrupt our online fun.
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6. |
Wishing
04:04
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(Tim O'Connor & Debbie Pullen)
Living in the sun, every days a memory
Waking in the dark, dreaming of a you and me
Wishing it was real,
Wishing it was more than fantasy
Hoping in my heart
One day you'll come back to me
CHORUS
Living, waking , wishing,
Hoping's all I do
Keeping myself busy
So I don't think about you
Lying with my smile
That everything will be ok
Living, waking, hoping,
Wishing I could still love
Wishing I could still love
Wishing I could still love
Living with this dull ache is a new skill I have learned
Waking with the tears only I myself have earned
Wishing I could see you
Wishing I could tell you how I feel
Hoping beyond hope that all of this aint real
CHORUS
Living or existing is a choice that isn't mine
Waking every morning tell myself that I'm just fine
Wishing I could go back
Wishing I could change the way we are
Hoping that this open wound becomes a tiny scar
CHORUS
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7. |
Sarah Jane
04:31
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(Tim O'Connor & Debbie Pullen)
Walk a mile in my tattered shoes,
Then you’ll know how it feels to lose,
When the pain was too much to bare,
I crept away onto the moorland there,
With my chin pressed into my chest,
All alone I swear I did my best.
When I woke I could hear your screams,
Were you real or were you just a dream,
Tiny like the petal of a rose,
Too beautiful for this world I suppose,
For an hour I held you to my breast,
All alone I swear I did my best.
Sarah Jane how I loved you then,
You were mine, a child your mother,
Sarah Jane how I love you still,
Know this: there’ll never be another.
Wrapped up with a ribbon from my hair,
I took you down the cliff to Stoop Brow Fair,
In the sunshine of this early morn,
On the day my Sarah Jane was born,
I walked until the sea was to my chest,
Sarah Jane I swear I did my best.
I looked up to the sky and cried,
Help my Lord for my child has died,
Take my life so that she can live,
My prayer was all I ever had to give,
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8. |
Templar's Bay
04:07
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(Tim O'Connor & Debbie Pullen)
Over the heather and down to the sea,
Templars exercising their right to be free,
Down through the forest and into the bay,
The smell or tobacco, spices and hay,
Wearing a ribbon to prove I am sold,
I wait for my love in the wind and the cold,
Here I will wait for him to disembark,
To the song of the breeze, and the gulls, and the lark.
Will you ever come home,
Will you ever come home,
Will you ever come home,
Will I always be alone?
Faithful and true but resigned to my fate,
Victim of ridicule, jealousy and hate,
Waves bring the ships into shore every day,
No sign of my true love since he ran away,
Watched by the Templar and claimed as his own,
Not safe for a woman here all alone,
Hiding my face and my shame from his whim,
I belong to my true love, never to him.
Taken by force from my home in the bay,
Ripped from comfort and carried away,
Scolded and beaten and stripped of my youth,
Only these God-fearing men know the truth,
Beaten and broken, I dream of my past,
Hoping my true love will come home at last.
Long to return to my home in the bay,
The smell of tobacco, spices and hay.
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9. |
Smuggler's Rock
02:47
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(Tim O'Connor & Debbie Pullen)
On a stormed black night,
When the only light is the beacon,
Bright from the cliff’s great height,
I can hear their creams, always in my dreams,
I was eight years old,
Hungry scared and cold,
But a good lad does as he is told.
There is no dock at smuggler’s rock,
The sky is dark and the rocks are sharp,
It a second to chance the light,
And hear the ship’s crew in their plight.
The tunnels dug by my father and brothers,
Enough for me but too narrow for others,
A darkened path from cliff to farm,
I’m a child, I really mean no harm,
Heavy barrels: contraband,
Stolen by my innocent hand.
The women wait arround the bay,
There’ll be no ships in port today,
Their loved ones smashed or drowned at sea,
Blame our master don’t blame me,
For I’m the boy who climbs the heights,
To welcome ships with beacons so bright.
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10. |
A Million Tears
04:04
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(Tim O'Connor & Debbie Pullen)
Today I'm trying not to think about you,
Twenty four hours: it's just what I do,
But when the day rains on my window,
And the pain blows though my mind,
There's really nothing I can do,
Still have a million tears for you.
Tonight I'm dreaming of your face,
Gone from reality without a trace,
Your smile, your mesmerising touch,
Your kisses that I crave so much,
There's really nothing I can do,
Still have a million tears for you.
Chorus:
Don't want to be in love with you,
Don't want to dream but still I do,
I want to be who I was before,
Your soulless cold dead heart,
Walked away out of my door,
Across a million tears on the floor.
This week I'm trying not to think about you,
Each day I try but I'm not getting through,
To my self or my stupid heart,
I want to forget you,
But I can't,
There's really nothing I can do,
Still have a million tears for you.
Repeat Chorus
I know we never could have made it right,
Doesn't stop me wanting you at night,
I know you think that I'm a broken toy,
But I still long for that simple joy.
Repeat Chorus
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11. |
Broken Dream
03:12
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(Tim O'Connor & Debbie Pullen)
In my dream I am not broken I'm smiling with no fears
In reality unspoken my mind is full of tears,
Drowning in this space I have created for myself
Picturing your heart in the care of someone else.
Show me
My broken dream
In my dream I'm am not weakened, by your cruel lack of care
When I wake I dare not speak of how I feel when you're not there
Hiding from reality has now become the norm
I hope my practicality will weather me this storm
Show me
My broken dream
Could it be the way you do me
Riding the back of a black winged bird
Could be the way you do me
On the back of a black winged bird
Riding on the back of a black winged bird
I surely can't do this anymore.
It takes the form of pain and danger closer than before
Hiding from the stranger watching in the open door
He brings quiet sleep or bleeding
The choice mine not his to make,
Either way it makes no difference my life is only his to take.
Show me
My broken dream
In my dream I am not falling
My heart free from pain and fear,
In reality I'm walled in on both sides that much is clear,
Looking up
The shadows fall
A piercing cry is heard,
Don't cry for my decision
As I ride this black winged bird.
Show me
My broken dream
Show me
My broken dream
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Tim O'Connor Hull, UK
Tim O'Connor is an English Folk/Rock songwriter based in Yorkshire, UK, Performing & recording since the late Seventies,
Tim has released a large catalogue of albums, 39 to date, available on his record label, Uilleand Music.
Band Projects:
cowfisH, from 1992 onwards.
The Ant Farm Collective, from 2014-2017.
Tim O’Connor & the Poachers 2018-
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