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Broke down on Fifty-Five
By the burning grounds in an empty night
Jesus alive in the TV light
They settled right down
In this town
On the edge of an empty bed
They'll hold their heads
And sing
Sing it loud, sing as if to cry
Out at the dark, out at the sky
Sing it though you don't know why
And I'm just flesh and bone
I'm older, I want to hold her
Till my time is up
And I've spent all my luck
The last hours will pass like sips from a cup
Flashlight in the photograph
Made you look, made you laugh
Hold it close, make it last
We settled right down without a sound
Save the best,
The last request,
The gilded moon,
That never goes down
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Will you come
Like you said you would
Make my strange tongue
Understood
Floor number nine
Blue TV light
The Saints they shamble
In the vineyards at night
And I'm sitting here
Wishing I was bold
Wishing I was bold
And when you come
I might be old
Ripe like pears
Skin burnt gold
But there's static
On my radio
The Saints they shamble
in the vineyards that glow
And I'm sitting here
Wondering if you're real
Darling are you real?
Are you standing outside?
Are you knocking on my door?
Are you pounding on my floor?
Speak
Why don't you
Speak
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Carousel
03:40
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Little battles
And riding lights
The fading glitter and roses in winter
Colour the carousel
Has time drawn lines on you?
Painted horses and smiles on parade
Children’s fingers and smiles that linger
On the carousel
Has time been kind to you?
All gone quiet
Under a fingernail moon
There’s no more laughter or games thereafter
By the carousel
Has time smiled on you
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Young Boy
03:57
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I split my lip
By the old carousel
Stood still on a yellow road
Under an old yellow moon as well
There lived a carpenter
He would laugh when I would frown
Bruises in winter and redwood that splintered
Covered his skin and the ground
Would you burn it all down
To build it back up again
Or would you have a very nice life
And think about God sometimes
When your lover came home
After leaving in the night
Did you tremble like a flame when they were calling out your name
Or did you stand up and put up a fight
I met a young boy prospector
Opening up the ground
Tidal waves and barricades
Were all that he’d found
When we most wanted it
In our greatest hour of greed
The dust cracked and spit
At all our strange beliefs
Would you burn it all down
To build it back up again
Or would you have a very nice life
And think about God sometimes
I've done it again
The falling on my face
I'm a fool when I'm in the love
I'm a king when I'm in disgrace
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Florida
04:17
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Birthday balloons
At the end of the year
End of the year
Jet engines
At the bottom of the sea
Of the sea
Florida
I've never been
Never been
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MARK LEWIS HEAVENOR London, UK
Mark Lewis Heavenor is a Scottish musician and songwriter. Mark's songwriting has inspired praise from some of BBC Radio Scotland's biggest presenters: Ricky Ross (Deacon Blue), Iain Anderson, Roddy Hart, and Kathleen MacInnes.
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