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Southlands
03:10
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I was born in this land
And I run among the barley
I remember those times like yesterday
I knew nothing of me father
Just the tales told by me mother
As we slept by the horses in the hay
In the Southlands she’d say
They take rest in their goose beds
And loll away on the cold winter nights
But don’t be leaving nor reavin’
Like a borderless heathen
Like your daddy
Who took the wrong way home
With the wind at our backs
We took our leave after the harvest
13 men and their charges rode away
We forged through the rains
Hit like hammers on upon the anvil
But returned only few upon the day
In the Southlands we paid
With our fair share of blood upon
Our saddles - and a lifetime of tears
I was thieving – I was reavin’
Like a borderless heathen
Like my daddy
I took the wrong way home
Ghost and kin
Come to me at every hour
Somewhere out there in the mist
Lay a child who never will run among the barley
Run among the barley
Ghost and kin
Come to me at every hour – every day
And they won’t let me forget
About a child who never will run among the barley
Run among the barley
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I fixed my eye on a golden pie
But I can’t take a bite
I spent my roll on a dream made up
Of pure insane delight
There’s an angel singing in my ear
But I’m immune to joy
Bells are ringing somewhere in the void
A cosmic stove has fried my bacon
And left me in a bind
Now eyes behind a death mask are looking for
Bones and teeth to grind
This puzzle I don’t understand
Was clearly made for me
Like a muzzle I’ve been forced to wear by a cold enemy
Who has rolled out a collection of excuses
For a lamb who don’t want to be found
No grand resurrection for a mule who is done
Born on the wrong side of town
No fancy words can spare you from
The pain of breaking vice
It’s no accident or no mistake
When someone tells you twice
Somewhere there’s a place within
A finely tuned machine
That goes round and round
With no stops in between
I hold my nose, count my nickels
And wish away the night
Inside four walls, a popcorn ceiling
That’s painted eggshell white
I’d take a ride if I had a whip
And the gasoline was free
But a moonlit drive with the top down singing
Won’t fix this for me
So no drawn out recollections from the highway
No sliver of truth to be found
No form of protection for a fool on the run
Born on the wrong side of town
So I sold my collection of fine things
Wallowed in cliché and noun
Like a throwback connection to a song over-sung
I was born on the wrong side of town
I was playing the game like a clown
I was born on the wrong side of town
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Breakers in the Dark
03:39
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Your eyes tonight are little pins
Looking for a friend
And tell a story locked inside of you
Your lips provide a different spin
One to be believed
If we were strangers on an avenue
You’re running riot in the still
Choking on your high class pill
Staggering through the gristmill cuz you’re
Trying to medicate your only spark
Look out for the wind
And the breakers in the dark
You laugh about the prickly things
Popping your balloons
And take time for the silly games that make you whole
You say them’s the breaks and them’s the rules
Part of the suspense
When you’re just a button on a remote control
You’re standing tall but walking death
Stronger than a horse’s breath
Nothing but the best I tell ya
Crying makes you fodder for the sharks
Look out for the fins
And the breakers in the dark
Chewing on your wire cage
It’s a pity someone that your age
Ain’t nothing but a rager
Who got left behind when Noah closed the ark
Look out for the bends
And the breakers in the dark
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Laser Beam
03:48
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Rolling through the silence of the ages
Holding on fading bravery
Trying to find the words that I could say to you
But they never come that easily
Praying that the night will take me with her
It’s 2 am and I’m a laser beam
It’s 2 am and I am right on target
I’m a laser beam.
I tune out the slogans on the roadway
and try to mind the crows and greenery
I turn on the music and I listen to
the radio singing lullabies to me
Waiting for the daze to drag me under
It’s nine o’clock and I’m a laser beam
It’s nine o’clock and I am worse for wear
But I’m a laser beam.
Counting down the days until the winter
When December comes I’ll sleep for days and dream
When December comes I promise I’ll be there
I’m a laser beam.
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Rules Have All the Fun
03:26
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Another wild, crazy night
Watching songbirds taking flight
Thinking ‘bout the ways I’d play this hand again
Up and down through the gears
Wound up tight and bored to tears
Waiting for a break in play to drink it in
It’s game time
Hole inside the brain time
Groan about the rain time
It’s only just begun
Oh oh oh oh
It’s game time
All aboard the train time
Just give me a name time
Rules have all the fun
In a wild fever dream
I was the star of my own meme
I broke the net and I let the games begin
I was quick, I was keen
The only cog in my machine
But when I woke up I was poor old me again
It’s game time
Pay the price for fame time
Holler at the same time
It’s how arguments are won
Oh oh oh oh
It’s game time
Circle ‘round the drain time
Strutting with a sprain time
Rules have all the fun
In the wild inner space
Of my ultimate disgrace
Somehow I contrive to get in my own way
When I draw my last breath
I will kiss the face of death
Tell a joke and dive head first into the fray
It’s game time
Progress on the wane time
Pass around the blame time
It’s just how things are done
Oh oh oh oh
It’s game time
Rolling with the grain time
Nothing to explain time
Rules have all the fun
Rules have all the fun
Something must be done
Rules have all the fun
Rules have all the fun
You’re a menace and a gun
The rules have all the fun
Rules have all the fun
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Good Night, So Long, Goodbye
May the truth it serve you well
Now that it’s all over, it’s time
To thank you for leaving - close the door.
Now that it’s all over, it’s time
To thank you for leaving
I’ve the same old doubts in my mind
And they rule this vacant shell
Now that it’s all over, it’s fine
Thanks for believing in the cause
Now that it’s all over, it’s fine
Thanks for believing - thanks for it all
On a better day, I’m a flickering flame
But today I’m all twisted inside
Trying to make use of these feelings
But lacking the proof that they’re mine
A lingering truth that I’m stealing
A well worn, proven design
On a better night, I sleep alright
But this hour is breaking me down
Scattering all of my pieces all over town
Good Night, So Long, Goodbye
Thanks for believing
Thanks for it all
Good Night, So Long, Goodbye
Thanks for believing
Thanks for it all
Good Night, So Long, Goodbye
Thank you for leaving - close the door
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The Stanfields Halifax, Nova Scotia
The Stanfields are a Canadian rock music group, based in Halifax, Nova Scotia.
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