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The Lost Boy
03:26
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The lost boy became the homeless man
Begging on street corners, his only plan
To find the cash
To buy the fix
That takes him to a place he calls home
The lost boy dreams of a better day
When the homeless man will fade away
And then he'll be
Forever free
To find the place he once called home
The lost boy knows deep in his heart
That the homeless man and he will never part
Maybe one day
They'll find a way
To find a place they can call home
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Waiting For a Rainbow
02:58
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I've been sitting in the rain waiting for a rainbow
Counting my blessings one by one
Waiting for a better day to come
It wasn't long ago, we were all together
Laughing, drinking, having fun
Now we're waiting for a better day to come
Looking ahead, what do you see
Does your future, still include me, or not?
Lieing in the dark thinking about you
So very far away
I'm praying for a brand new day
Our plans together will just have to wait dear
Till all this madness has gone
We'll just have to carry on
Looking ahead, what do you see
Does your future, still include me, or not?
I've been sitting in the rain waiting for a rainbow
Counting my blessings one by one
Waiting for a better day to come
I'm waiting for a better day to come
We're all waiting for a better day to come
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Caretakers
03:41
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Even the mighty will crumble to dust
Our time on the planet is measured in trust
Trust that we'll see there is no way to own
All that we gather from birth to full grown
We are mere caretakers
For generations yet to come
We are simple curators
Building to pass on
Our arrogance blinds us to obvious truth
Vanity and greed leads to wanton abuse
We're anxiously seeking to socially fit
Insatiable desire a bottomless pit
We are mere caretakers
For generations yet to come
We are simple curators
Building to pass on
We visit museums and we stare at displays
Forgotten generations long passed away
A question we face having done what we've done
Will anything be left that's worth passing on
We are mere caretakers
For generations yet to come
We are simple curators
Building to pass on
Building to pass on
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No More Austerity
01:46
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Inflation is spreading the nation is heading
To erosion of wages in irreversible stages
Life destroying, the medicine cloying
Debt reduction means mass destruction
Of life's enjoyment, without employment
Of state intervention, reducing the pension
Of those that worked hard, with little regard
For dignified existance, there will be resistance
To this engineered plan thought up by the man
Who runs the Exchequer, he's the chief wrecker
Of all of your dreams, with his lofty schemes
That result in no gain, only in pain
For the downtrodden masses, the underclasses
Will be sacrificed on his alter of lies
Your taxes squandered, have you ever wondered
Why once public assets owned by the masses
Are now in the hands of billionaire clans
Who couldn't care less if your incomes a mess
And you just can't afford to pay the landlord
The ridiculous rent, after you've spent
Your money on food to feed all your brood
They just want your cash, to add to their stash
They change all the rules to baffle the fools
Who think life is fair and we all have a chair
At the top table and anyone's able
To get to the top, if they work hard non-stop
Open your eyes, to their treacherous lies
Don't play their game, their power will wane
Take back your rights, stand up and fight
For the poor and the weak, who have no-one to speak
For them and their kin, above all the din
That the Political class spout, call them out
Ask them why, so many must die
With so little equity, shout "no more austerity".
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Electricity, Electricity
03:45
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Electricity electricity is a luxury, a luxury, I just can't afford anymore.
I used to pay sixty five quid every month, now they want four hundred and four.
All my bulbs are LED, and its very hard to see just where any more cuts can be made
The only ones at ease are the toffs and MP's, there's no electric for them that are poor
I used to have a hot tub, all bubbles and froth, it were smashin to bathe for an hour
now electrics gone up, I've emptied it out, and I'm strugglin to pay for a shower.
Oh where will this end, I said to a friend, the other day filling lamps up with oil
He said it'll only end, when, the the people rise up, and take back their rights and their power.
Electricity electricity is a luxury, a luxury, I just can't afford anymore.
I used to pay sixty five quid every month, now they want four hundred and four.
All my bulbs are LED, and its very hard to see just where any more cuts can be made
The only ones at ease are the toffs and MP's, there's no electric for them that are poor
And now we have rationin, of electrical power, cause there's just not enough to go round
and when you can get it, you just can't afford it, cause a kilowatt costs over a pound
So I'll sit round me oil lamp, in midwinter tonight and think of good times when we had
Electric to burn, without a care for the cost, and our Government wasn't run by a clown
Electricity electricity is a luxury, a luxury, I just can't afford anymore.
I used to pay sixty five quid every month, now they want four hundred and four.
All my bulbs are LED, and its very hard to see just where any more cuts can be made
The only ones at ease are the toffs and MP's, there's no electric for them that are poor
The only ones at ease are the toffs and MP's, there's no electric for them that are poor
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Daubhill Hoedown
01:15
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We don't want your war with Russia, China or Iran We don't want to fight Iraq again or Afghanistan
We want you bloody warmongers to leave us all alone Your propaganda isn't cool This is not a combat zone.
Well Mr Bush and Tony Blair and Colin Powell too told us they would save the world, they knew just what to do
Blair said the British were at risk from WMD, he had a dossier sexed up for all us plebs to see.
We don't want your war with Russia, China or Iran We don't want to fight Iraq again or Afghanistan
We want you bloody warmongers to leave us all alone Your propaganda isn't cool This is not a combat zone.
And then they all invaded lowly Afghanistan to find Mr Bin Laden the worlds most wanted man
But when they didn't find him they went for Saddam Hussein and started Gulf War Two inflicting death, chaos and pain
We don't want your war with Russia, China or Iran We don't want to fight Iraq again or Afghanistan
We want you bloody warmongers to leave us all alone Your propaganda isn't cool This is not a combat zone.
And now they start on Russia for stealing all our gas, yet Nord Stream two is ready but cannot get a pass
And so they bait the bear threats of Ukraine in NATO, If the Russians don't back down this time, their war is set to go.
We don't want your war with Russia, China or Iran We don't want to fight Iraq again or Afghanistan
We want you bloody warmongers to leave us all alone Your propaganda isn't cool This is not a combat zone.
Your propaganda isn't cool This is not a combat zone.
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Ian Bullough Manchester, UK
Folk Singer / Songwriter from Manchester, UK. I like traditional music and Irish folk songs.
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