uh.... yeeh.... . ...I listen too my heart when i feel apart from you,. i say, i love you,. rest in peace,. i miss you,. our last call,. you told me too never give up,.
When I was young my father said. "Son, I have something to say". And what he told me, I'll never forget. Until my dyin' day. . He said, "Son, you are a bachelor boy.
I am only just a broken spirit. All the things unseen right before my eyes. How could I have ever been so blind. To the truth behindbitter lies?. I feel so lost and so alone in this room tonight.
Here I go, put back on trial. A chance to fall in line. A chance to change my mind. All those times, the wasted rage. . That I held inside, I want to use it now.
Black turns to white just once more. Can't realize what's happened - out of the blue. Just a spark of faith and a little bit of courage. To learn from a mistake.
Everyone wants to know what happened there. Everyone talks and talks the stories go around. You never used to play those games before. Maybe you're become someone else.
Riding a wave of summer air. Girl with the Technicolor hair. Pure overkill. Zero to sixty, standing still. . Nothing can ever slow her down. Breaking the speed of sound.
Bring Back the Sign!. (Seven Nations). . This track is a lot of banter about a sign that used to hang outside the Harp and Thistle Pub. It results in a sort of jam about "Bring back the sign! Bring back the sign!" and Neil proceeds to do a little rap about it, which segues into a pipe tune called The un-Reel....
Blackleg Miner. (Traditional, arranged by Seven Nations). . It's in the evening after dark. When the blackleg miner creeps to work. In his moleskin pants and his dirty shirt.
Big Dog. (Words and music by Kirk McLeod, arranged by Seven Nations). . Maybe we're the ones to blame. And maybe we're the ones who are insane. Well I stole a line for God.
Plead my cause oh Lord, You fight for me. Be my shield, stand for me. . Jesus, my King. My God, my friend, my everything. And I'll sing to You, I'll sing to Your name.
Back Home In Derry. (Traditional melody; lyrics by B Sands). . In 1803 we sailed out to sea. Out from the sweet town of Derry. For Australia bound if we didn't all drown.
You had a basement apartment. We spent the days in the dark there. Everything implied and perfect. We made up our own secret language. With no word for goodbye.
I get you ready for the breakdown. I'm the feeling inside you that just wants to explode.. I never sugarcoat a shakedown.. So empty all your pockets of the things that you think you know..
This with every good wish I will bring to you. The next place we land is the remedy. For you and me. . If the part of you that wants to settle down. Wants the part of me that wants to move around.
Tell me why I'm here. In this empty house. My mind won't change. Will it now. Everything I thought that I put to rest. . Everything wrong always the same.
Every thing's a blessing in disguise. You wear yours, I'll wear mine. Every thing's a blessing in disguise. Falling to rise, the vanishing me is aching to be.
I can't let you go. Don't let the dark. Be the only place you see me. I'll try to find you something new. That pulls me back to your arms. . Little towns are the way we're living.
You see me but it's not me. There's somethin' underneath my skin. I want to tear it all away. And show the beauty that's within. . Begin to come unglued.
Sucking on blackcurrant juice out carton. You flick on your loosest tooth with your tongue. Up on the edge of the high rise roof. Oh let me touch you.