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Throwdown Hoedown
02:40
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(instrumental)
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2. |
Thunderberg
05:11
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(instrumental)
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3. |
Pound a Week Rise
03:45
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Come all of you colliers who work down the mines
From Scotland to New South Wales, the Murray to the Tyne
I'll tell you all a story of a pound a week rise
And the men who were fooled by the governments lies
Chorus:
Down you go down below, jack
Never see the skies
Working in a dungeon
For a pound a week rise
It's two-thousand and twenty, there's no more time to go
The mine working leaders to Adani will go
They'll say we work very hard, every day we risk our lives
We are asking here and now for a pound a week rise
Up spoke Adani and this he did decree
When that output rises, with you I will agree
I'll raise up all your wages, I'll give you all fair pay
I was once a miner and I worked hard in my day
So the miners all went home, they worked hard and well
Their lungs filled with coal dust from the bosom of that hell
The output rose by fifteen, eighteen percent and more
When two years had passed and gone it rose about a score
So the miners went to India to claim their hard earned prise
They asked of Adani for the promised rise
But Adani wouldn't give a single pound, he wouldn't give ten bob
He gave them six and seven and said now get back to your job
So come all of you colliers, take heed to what I say
And don't believe Adani when he says he'll give fair pay
He'll tell you to work hard and make the output rise
But pigs might fly before you see that pound a week rise
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4. |
No Frills
03:33
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(instrumental)
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5. |
Edgy in Zurich
03:51
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(instrumental)
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Beeswing
05:15
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I was nineteen when I came to town
They called it the Summer of Love
They were burning babies, burning flags
The hawks against the doves
I took a job in the steamie
Down on Cauldrum Street
And I fell in love with a laundry girl
Who was working next to me
Chorus:
Oh she was a rare thing
Fine as a bee's wing
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child
Oh she was running wild
She said "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
And you wouldn't want me any other way"
Brown hair zig-zag around her face
And a look of half-surprise
Like a fox caught in the headlights
There was animal in her eyes
She said "Young man, oh can't you see
I'm not the factory kind
If you don't take me out of here
I'll surely lose my mind"
We busked around the market towns
And picked fruit down in Kent
And we could tinker lamps and pots
And knives wherever we went
And I said that we might settle down
Get a few acres dug
Fire burning in the hearth
And babies on the rug
She said "Oh man, you foolish man
It surely sounds like hell
You might be lord of half the world
You'll not own me as well"
We was camping down the Gower one time
The work was pretty good
She thought we shouldn't wait for the frost
And I thought maybe we should
We was drinking more in those days
And tempers reached a pitch
And like a fool I let her run
With the rambling itch
Oh the last I heard she's sleeping rough
Back on the Derby beat
White Horse in her hip pocket
And a wolfhound at her feet
And they say she even married once
A man named Romany Brown
But even a gypsy caravan
Was too much settling down
And they say her flower is faded now
Hard weather and hard booze
But maybe that's just the price you pay
For the chains you refuse
Oh she was a rare thing
Fine as a bee's wing
And I miss her more than ever words could say
If I could just taste
All of her wildness now
If I could hold her in my arms today
Well I wouldn't want her any other way
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7. |
Woodford Nights
06:57
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(instrumental)
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8. |
Thylacine
04:00
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(instrumental)
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9. |
Bok Choy
04:38
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10. |
Billy Gray
04:14
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Billy Gray rode into Gantry back in '83.
There he did meet young Sarah McRae,
The wild rose of morning, that pale flower of dawning,
Herald of springtime in his young life that day.
Sarah she could not see the daylight of reality.
In her young eyes Billy bore not a flaw.
Knowing not her chosen one was a hired gun,
Wanted in Kansas City by the law.
Then one day a tall man came riding 'cross the Badlands
Lying to the north of New Mexico.
He was overheard to say he was looking for Bill Gray,
Perilous man and a dangerous outlaw.
Well the deadly news came creeping to Billy, fast sleeping,
There in the Clarendon Bar and Hotel.
He fled toward the old church there on the outskirts
Thinking he'd climb to that old steeple bell.
But a rifle ball came flying, face down he lay dying
There in the dust of the road where he fell.
Sarah she ran to him, just cursing the lawman,
Accepting no reason, knowing he was killed.
Sarah lives in that same old white frame house
Where she first met Billy some forty years ago.
And the wild rose of morning, she's faded with the dawning
With each day of sorrow the long years have sown.
And written on a stone where the dusty winds have long blown
Eighteen words to a passing world say:
"True love knows no season, no rhyme, nor no reason.
Justice is cold as the Granger County clay."
Yes "True love knows no season, no rhyme, nor no reason.
Justice is cold as the Granger County clay".
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11. |
Henry Bloods
05:54
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(instrumental)
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Austral Melbourne, Australia
Austral is a lively four-piece Australian Celtic band combining cracking uilleann pipe tunes, fiery fiddles, earthy didgeridoo sounds and energetic foot percussion.
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