1. |
freakshow friends
02:33
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i was raised by the wind
beyond the sunset where the rainbow ends
i was suckled by a zephyr
held out by the moonlight to my freakshow friends
i was sung to by the starlight
while a choir of fallen angels flew back home again
my first steps were danced with pixies
my first words were the names of my freakshow friends
i count myself fortunate and free
being in the company of my freakshow friends
i was welcomed by the sirens
awakenened by their mischief to all that dreamers dreamt
and i was carried by the pheonix
through the fire into the hearts of my freakshow friends
i count myself fortunate and free
being in the company of my freakshow friends
i was courted by the meadows
tempted by the rivers dancing diamond gems
i was sheltered by the green wood
enchanted by the laughter of my freakshow friends
i count myself fortunate and free
being in the company of my freakshow friends
i have slept amongst the wishes
listening to the trees tell how all things must end
when the time comes for me to leave here
i'll not be forgotten by my freakshow friends
i count myself fortunate and free
being in the company of my freakshow friends
yes i count myself fortunate and free
being in the company of my freakshow friends
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2. |
make it happen
03:51
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make it last for a little while longer
so we can dance to the edge of the light
make the beat and its rhythm become stronger
until we drown in the depths of the night
we could make it happen
we could make it happen if we tried
we could make it happen
we could make it happen if we
tried to lift ourselves up
instead of holding eachother down
how does that sound now
would you unchain the luner itch inside her
ignite iconoclastic laughter every day
to make our flame burn a little brighter
so we can cast longer shadows as we play
we could make it happen
we could make it happen if we tried
we could make it happen
we could make it happen if we
tried to lift ourselves up
instead of holding eachother down
how does that sound now
come make the music move a little faster
let its magic conjour from the air
words of beauty and happy-ever-afters
enough to satisfy the hungers we all share
we could make it happen
we could make it happen if we tried
we could make it happen
we could make it happen if we
tried to lift ourselves up
instead of holding eachother down
how does that sound now
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3. |
dare
03:39
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if i have to wear the emporer's clothes
i'd wear them proudly and with style
and to understand you i'd wear your shoes
and gladly walk a crooked mile
and if i wake alone without you
i shall have dreamt that you where there
and be sure that single kiss you gave
i carry with me everywhere
and i will keep it safe
'til one day we shall dare
if i have to fly up to the sun
the wings you gave me shall not fail
and if i was done to as i would do
we'd find a fine and happy place
and if i wake alone without you
i shall have dreamt that you where there
and be sure that single kiss you gave
i carry with me everywhere
and i will keep it safe
'til one day we shall dare
if i had to sleep one hundred years
and found the world remade anew
the wonders would be nothing
if i compared them all to you
and if i wake alone without you
i shall have dreamt that you where there
and be sure that single kiss you gave
i carry with me everywhere
and i will keep it safe
'til one day we shall dare
if when i forget my words
be my rosetta stone
when clouds colliding threaten loudly
could we make a quiet home
and if i wake alone without you
i shall have dreamt that you where there
and be sure that single kiss you gave
i carry with me everywhere
and i will keep it safe
'til one day we shall dare
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4. |
a question of when
02:40
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when you've run out of stories to tell
and your inventive embelishments
have come to their end
when your well has run dry of its empty untruths
there's nothing left but to choose
to be honest again
it's just a question of when
have you no more excuses to sell
has your patter grown flat as your confidence wained
did you really expect your illusion could last
that there'd be no demands
to be honest again
it's just a question of when
if your glamour of subtefuge fell
should you be caught in the act at the division bell
of admitting to owning the emporer's clothes
and reluctantly chose
to be honest again
it's just a question of when
you have bent all the rules that will bend
in those corridoors reaking of power and decay
will you come clean or blindly defend your mistakes
with a cruel reluctance
to be honest again
it's just a question of when
will the scars you leave ever pretend
to explain lapses of judgment in the gambits you planned
make an effort to break up your synonymous past
in fragmented confessions
to be honest again
it's just a question of when
you'll be honest again
it's just a question of when
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5. |
look @ me now
03:49
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skinny young teens with matchstick legs
carry mean little dreams in their empty heads
of indolent fame with sponored deals
and vacuous days on celebrities wheel
saying look @ me look @ me
look @ me look @ me now
i'm important
i'm the best
i've never done anything and couldn't care less
just look @ me look @ me
look @ me look @ me now
look @ me look @ me now
look @ me now
short angry men in illiterate rage
are shouting again 'cause they've nothing to say
there's undercurrents of guilt that just well might
be homo-erotic so they'll nstart to fight
saying look @ me look @ me
look @ me look @ me now
i'm important
i'm the best
i've never done anything and couldn't care less
just look @ me look @ me
look @ me look @ me now
look @ me look @ me now
look @ me now
while you say look @ me look @ me
i'm looking around you to see
while you say look @ me look @ me
i'm looking around you to see
all there is to see
it's once around this merry-go-round
and once you're on can't break it
just once around this merry-go-round
the journey's what you make it
miserable wives watching tv screens
wishing their lives would slip between
sensational pages of magazines
where women won't age and the men are clean
saying look @ me look @ me
look @ me look @ me now
i'm important
i'm the best
i've never done anything and couldn't care less
just look @ me look @ me
look @ me look @ me now
look @ me look @ me now
look @ me now
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6. |
come in out of the rain
03:20
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come in out of the rain
would you
forget all thse words
you are holding unheard
could you
there is coffee on the burner
and candles stand ready in the parlour
the silent shadows still their dance
until you're there
the warmth is old but it's familier
the light is low but it is steady
and there is sanctuary from the storm here
ready for you babe
because i care
come in out of the rain
would you
forget all thse words
you are holding unheard
could you
and there is sanctuary from the storm here
ready for you babe
because i care
come in out of the rain
come in out of the rain
come in out of the rain
come in out of the rain
could you
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7. |
heavenly parade
03:15
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you say the inferno in your heart
is fuelled ny a rightous rage
that no other words hold truth
and only prayers shall prove
redemption for your brutal reign
of hatred in the guise of holy claims
and i can't out-pace this heavenly parade
you made yourselves the leaders of
and i can't explain
wy all these fools that remain
only break all the covenants thay taught
without the conscience of a single second thought
you offer absolution to the few
who swallow your hook and line
but like all fishermen and crooks do
you exagerate and use use their own hopes
to trap their minds
and peddle promises made up of hollow lies
and i can't out-pace this heavenly parade
you made yourselves the leaders of
and i can't explain
wy all these fools that remain
only break all the covenants thay taught
without the conscience of a single second thought
omens and arrogent portents
are thinly veiled pretense
justifying salvation like a whip
holy words demeaning
all our daughters and their dreamings
are rewritten and are twisted
'til they've ripped
the sanctity of equality to bits
and i can't out-pace this heavenly parade
you made yourselves the leaders of
and i can't explain
wy all these fools that remain
only break all the covenants thay taught
without the conscience of a single second thought
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8. |
good morning
03:21
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the autumn sun is low
shining lazy greetings through the window
laying cloaks of dazzeling diamonds
over shoulders of empty bottles of spanish wine
last nights fine fine spanish wine
it is quiet her at the hall
the wind has dropped
the birds are singing
amidst trees bathed in bright sunlight
amongst the leaves modestly undressing
for the fall
towards autumn's meadow ball
the sunlight is calling
good morning
the sunlight is calling
good morning
my friends are all still sleeping
i wish them safe journey through their dreamings
while i sit in recollection
of last nights gentle celebrations
warming in the sun
a brand new clean day has begun
the sunlight is calling
good morning
the sunlight is calling
good morning
i am accompanying the rhythms
of the distant day's beginning
safe within this sanctuary
of open sky and beauty
where all friendships made there
are a bounty to be shared
the sunlight is calling
good morning
the sunlight is calling
good morning
the sunlight is calling
good morning
good morning
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9. |
to be happy
03:37
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in the meadow there's a dancing woman
she's wearing black to tease the sun
she's been walking with the Bear
and somewhere close he'll still be there
living for the moment that's begun
somewhere it is cloudy
somewhere they are making rain
but she is here
and she is dancing
her words are kind
and they make it plain
she is soaking up the happiness
that simpley overflows
the chalice she carries
to share with those that know
that you've got to love life to live
and live with love to give
to be happy
to be happy
back in the garden
well
the Bear he's getting cheeky
he has eaten all the strawberrys for tea
and the woman dressed in black
she's trying so hard not to laugh
but the funny side is the place
she needs to be
somewhere it is cloudy
somewhere they are making rain
but she is here
and she is dancing
her words are kind
and they make it plain
she is soaking up the happiness
that simpley overflows
the chalice she carries
to share with those that know
that you've got to love life to live
and live with love to give
to be happy
to be happy
complications fade away
as her gentle words
paint a perfect day
you feel lucky to be listening
to whatever she says
and in the evening
when the songbirds share their dreaming
the woman is a shadow in the quiet
as she turns to greet the night
her laughter brings the stars to life
with a wicked little twinkle
in her eye
somewhere it is cloudy
somewhere they are making rain
but she is here
and she is dancing
her words are kind
and they make it plain
she is soaking up the happiness
that simpley overflows
the chalice she carries
to share with those that know
that you've got to love life to live
and live with love to give
to be happy
to be happy
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10. |
later tonight
03:25
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you sat staring like an innocent
convicted of a crime
the angry words you heard were stunning
her tears cut into you like briers
as the restaraunt receded
in tides of disapproving eyes
a moment frozen forever
it felt unfocused at the time
now apologise
so when the thunder roles over
you'll be driving her home
though lightening might strike
it won't ever catch you twice
so when this storm blows over
you'll be driving her home
later tonight
well you blindly walked right into it
you didn't recognise the signs
you've been too distant
disconected
consumed with worrying your mind
over the trivial
material
empty spaces in your lives
while neglecting to protect
the only reason that you smile
now apologise
so when this thunder roles over
you'll be driving her home
though lightening might strike
it won't ever catch you twice
so when this storm blows over
you'll be driving her home
later tonight
you have to bow to the inevitable
when destiny conspires
to cast you in the leading role
of a heartless cold pariah
but the end is never written
'til you've delivered every line
while the futre holds redemption
if you admit you're wrong in time
and apologise
so when the thunder roles over
you'll be driving her home
though lightening might strike
it won't ever catch you twice
so when this storm blows over
you'll be driving her home
later tonight
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11. |
all you wanted to be
03:51
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finding an island
that's over a distant horizon
it's like nothing you've felt before
because it left you more
alive with the freedom to see
all you wanted to be
all you wanted to be
is free
like an albatross wandering
you cast a circular shadow
you can choose to step through it
or into the cool of its shade
but won't change what you need
all you wanted to be
all you wanted to be
is free
cresting a wave feels like
flying up high to the blue sky
as you reach for the stars
the sea below parts
and brings you a new wave to climb
all you wanted to be
all you wanted to be
is free
and nothing is all that is free
is that what you hoped it would be
becalmed on an ocean too still to upset
the slow motion of becoming
lesser and less
than the person you knew
who could reach for the heavens
and dance with the stars
and who knew how it feels
when you're
finding an island
that's over a distant horizon
it's like nothing you've felt before
because it left you more
alive with the freedom to see
all you wanted to be
all you wanted to be
is free
all you wanted to be
all you wanted to be
is free
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12. |
thank you (but...)
04:14
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well it sounds like you're still running
waving
trying to catch the train
your ticket's looking tattered
stained with the gravy that you made
well the bed you make you lie on
now you lie to another man
and to keep you he can't tell you
all those things that i can
thank you
for giving me the words to write this
song of dusty passion
choking on all those cold confessions
that you want
i thank you
for welcoming me home
to the sound of sharpening knives
disguised by smiles whose bitterness
still weighs them down
thank you but i won't be coming 'round
thank you but i won't be coming 'round
well i guess you'll still be preaching
without practicing too hard
the latest phsyco-babble
of some spiritual retard
while whispers in the shadows
raise stilletto symphonies
whose petty orchestrator
won't have courage to be me
thank you
for giving me the words to write this
song of dusty passion
choking on all those cold confessions
that you want
i thank you
for welcoming me home
to the sound of sharpening knives
disguised by smiles whose bitterness
still weighs them down
thank you but i won't be coming 'round
thank you but i won't be coming 'round
and i can't look at you without feeling
that one quarter of my life has been stolen and misused
and the memories we should share
are just ghosts lost and confused
and you have the effrontery to ask me
to come back cap and songs in hand to entertain
fairweather-friend that fawn and feign
amazement at the things you do and say
well i'm sorry
but i just do not feel that way
i just do not feel that way
i just do not feel that way
any more
thank you
for giving me the words to write this
song of dusty passion
choking on all those cold confessions
that you want
i thank you
for welcoming me home
to the sound of sharpening knives
disguised by smiles whose bitterness
still weighs them down
thank you but i won't be coming 'round
thank you but i won't be coming 'round again
thank you but i won't be coming 'round
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13. |
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feeling the ocean
run from my face again
holding the moment
safe in a place i've made
keeps all my good times alive
keeps all my good times alive
feeling the tall grass
slip through my fingers and sway away
watching the clouds pass
dancing between sun-rays
keeps all my good times alive
keeps all my good times alive
and all the melancholy laughter
is beginning to fade
it doesn't matter though
it never ment much anyway
it never ment much anyway
holding a new love
and feeling her smile touch my face
can be enough for me
uncomplicated and free
to keep all my good times alive
keep all my good times alive
keep all my good times alive
keep all my good times alive
feeling her embrace
gently enfold me again
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14. |
why did you come around
03:57
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why did you come around here last night
creeping like you've got no soul
feeling you've no other place to go
tell me
why did you come around here last night
tell me why oh why
did you come home
the room is spinning
like a photograph in pieces
cut up by the words you spun like knives
how can you stand there
how can you stand to be
on this killing field that burned our lives
it seems to me
that something here's not right
why did you come around here last night
creeping like you've got no soul
feeling you've no other place to go
tell me
why did you come around here last night
tell me why oh why
did you come home
this silence is hurting
only broken by the bruised
confessions breath unspoken in your eyes
what do you dream of
dreamt only to revise
the mist of our past before it fades
so recant this bitter fantasy you play
why did you come around here last night
creeping like you've got no soul
feeling you've no other place to go
tell me
why did you come around here last night
tell me why oh why
did you come home
tell me why oh why
did you come home
tell me why oh why
did you come home
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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-
... more
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