1. |
The Day They...
03:50
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See the couple crying in the grass,
Their picnic basket is smashed,
Full of bread, fruit and wine,
They are trying to recover all the love undone,
All the fun, overrun by the weeds of time,
But it wouldn’t take a miracle,
To get them out of the thunderstorm,
And today it seems possible,
The way the petals fall in uniform.
Where the bubbles that they bottled
From their finest years
Intertwine with the wine
And the spring rain tears,
And it all comes together,
All the better and the worse,
But the thirst, for the first time
Has gone away,
It’s the day they came together in the rain,
It’s the day they came together in the rain, rain, rain.
Walking through this garden,
They had once perceived as a city
Of litter, and cracked, black streets,
Opening umbrellas, while the rain in turn,
Gives birth to the flowers around their feet,
And it didn’t take a miracle,
To bring them back into the circle,
In the heart of the thunderstorm,
Where anything is possible.
Where the bubbles that they bottled
From their finest years
Intertwine with the wine
And the spring rain tears,
And it all comes together,
All the better and the worse,
But the thirst, for the first time
Has gone away,
It’s the day they came together in the rain,
It’s the day they came together in the rain, rain, rain.
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2. |
F.O.A
03:28
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I go to the motherland
But I don’t speak the mother tongue
At least I don’t speak it the way they do
Nevertheless I find
Every time
I come away feeling fine
Come away, come away
Come away, come away
I am fed on arrival
I am fed on arrival
I am fed on arrival
Everything my senses need
I don’t remember sitting
On the slide in the playground
But I’ve seen the picture a thousand times
All I remember of that
Is the witch’s hat
But they’ve taken that away now
Taken that away
Taken that away
I am fed on arrival
I am fed on arrival
I am fed on arrival
Everything my senses need
I am fed on arrival
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3. |
Since I Was Five
04:33
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She smiled, I cried
Haven't felt this way
Since I was five
You tried, but I lied
Life was so much easier
When I was five
We sign, and then we buy
These things wouldn't matter
If we were five
But when I was six
It was sherbet dib dabs
And plain Smith's crisps
And when I was eight
I thought that my friends
Would all become best mates
And when I was nine
I couldn't see any further than
The bell that would mean break time
Each day, all rush
We change but
Some of us won't grow up
Hi-fi, with no time
Used to sing the Monkees
When we rode our bikes
And if we find, hard times
Do you think we'd care
If we were five?
And when I was six
It was too much sugar and Airfix kits
And when I was eight
I thought that my friends
Would all become best mates
And when I was nine
I couldn't see any further than
The bell that would mean break time
She smiles, I cry
Haven't felt this way
Since I was five
We choose sides, or choose life
She's in love with you
So you should feel fine
We die, or we stay alive
You've come a long way
Since we were five
And when I was six
It was sherbet dib dabs
And plain Smith's crisps
And when I was eight,
I thought that my friends
Would all become best mates
And when I was nine
I couldn't see any further
Than the bell that would mean break time
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4. |
The Lens
03:02
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A man will read a thousand books
His wife reads one book all the time
He says “you don’t know how to explore”
She says “you don’t read between the lines”
He’s thumbing through the pages
But the answer’s on a post-it note
He pasted in the closet of his mind
So long ago
We do what we do
We see what we want to see
Be who we want to be
Flee if we gotta flee
It’s all the same
It’s how we choose to use the lens
Or there’s the man who’s planted seeds
In several countries in the world
His flowers grow up without water
Just a postcard here or there
To search the corners of the world
For salts from foreign seas
When you can find them in the tears
Which run down your lovers’ cheeks
We do what we do
We see what we want to see
Be who we want to be
Flee if we gotta flee
It’s all the same
It’s how we choose to use the lens
A man will read a thousand books
His wife reads one book all the time
He says “you don’t know how to explore”
She says “you don’t read between the lines”
He’s thumbing through the pages
But the answer’s on a post-it note
He pasted in the closet of his mind
So long ago
We do what we do
We see what we want to see
Be who we want to be
Flee if we gotta flee
It’s all the same
It’s how we choose to use the lens
The lens
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Tea Thieves Budapest, Hungary
It all started in a tea house in Budapest called CD-fű, where Todd Moore had been performing solo. There he was joined by
Jamie Howell, who carved out a different dimension with his electrical interpretations of Moore's songs, making them new again.
It was the with the arrival of bassist Michael Kentish weeks later and then drummer Scott Finlayson that the creative fusion was complete.
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