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Shadows in the Water
04:07
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All I have's an open book, a tome that tells me time's been put on hold
That's why I don't want to know, because every time I land I turn to stone
Looks like a familiar scene but turns out that it wasn't even there
And camouflage is not a mask
When I think I'm homing in I find that I am somehow cut adrift
Shadows in the water help remind me of the things that don't exist
I thought of what you said and though I can't be without you I can't be here
I can't be here, there's nothing here
I want to tell you something and I hope you'll understand
But my shadow's in the water and you're floating in my hand
You're born alone, you die alone and in between you learn to find your way
And in a sense your innocence will light the path down which you walk today
The weight of shame was never there, when you went missing I was on my way
And camouflage is not a mask
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Fifty Trees
06:29
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We walk along a quiet street
No words to say, just echoes from our feet
I find it hard without a glass
A minute takes an hour just to pass
The spirit picks out things I know
It tends to help the conversation flow
The downside is the way I fail
To recall what we do or things we say
I like to lie awake, it tends to be the time I make
Plans like planting fifty trees then counting every single leaf
I like to lie awake, it tends to be the time I break
All sorts of ground, retaining hope
That what was lost may one day still be found
I often try to recreate that perfect zone, that loosened dream-like state
But when I do I cross the line that sits between two different kinds of time
I like to lie awake, it tends to be the time I make
Plans like planting fifty trees then counting every single leaf
I like to lie awake, it tends to be the time I break
All sorts of ground, retaining hope
That what was lost may one day still be found
We like to try identifying different types of people walking by
Amid the movement, ebb and flow, we'll find out what's there story, where they go
I often try to recreate that perfect zone, that loosened dream-like state
And any failure's by the by if I can get there just one final time
I like to lie awake, it tends to be the time I make
Plans like planting fifty trees then counting every single leaf
I like to lie awake, it tends to be the time I break
All sorts of ground, retaining hope
That what was lost may one day still be found
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Lockdown in Five
04:09
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Ploughing a furrow with purpose through my mind
Touching the sides
Digging a tunnel without reason or rhyme
Barely alive
Driving right at me with gold in your headlights
Shoulder to cry
Floating but anchored to you on the sidelines
Wondering why
Drowning in thoughts of what's left on the sidelines
Lights out tonight
Who do I call to when water won't subside?
Lockdown in five
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Aim
04:57
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It's not that I think of it every single day
The life in my head that will never go away
I can't seem to speak of the deal that we made
You think that you know me well enough to say
As little as you can, and it still will be okay
You don't have the nerve to turn the corner anyway
Twenty one years with a pen in my hand
Get it off my chest, learn to take it like a man
Keeping your counsel, head in the clouds
Read between the lines, didn't like what I found
It's gone to your head and it shows you're not afraid
Devices and lies, things you do and things you say
I fail to recall in the deal that we made
Reckless or calm, well it's all the same to me
Damage is done, cast aside her easily
Seen on the screen, finally admit defeat
Twenty one years with a pen in my hand
Get it off my chest, learn to take it like a man
Keeping your counsel, head in the clouds
Read between the lines, didn't like what I found
Speaking my mind, it comes easily to me
I prop up the words with no hint of secrecy
I don't give a damn what you hope or what you dream
Twenty one years with a pen in my hand
Get it off my chest, learn to take it like a man
Keeping your counsel, head in the clouds
Read between the lines, didn't like what I found
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Stones
04:51
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Somehow I made it through the day
Left with my head in disarray
Wandered the way I'd always go
Didn't get far on account of snow
Struggling on I lost my way
Vision of her led me astray
I found a soft place to lay my head
Watching the moon dance on my breath
Never dropped stones, never told anyone
So I'm going to succumb to what the night's become
Say my friend, can you help me now?
Don't know what happened, what it's all about
I've come so far and left it all behind
Now I'm slipping away in the pale starlight
My wife and my boy are staying out of town
Left me up here, just wandering round
I'd give up my soul for eternity
For a final few seconds with them next to me
Never dropped stones, never told anyone
So I'm going to succumb to what the night's become
Never dropped stones, never told anyone
So I'm going to succumb to what the night's become
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St James's Gate
03:43
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Cary Grant looks down
A lone piano starts to play
It's a soundtrack quite befitting to what's panning out today
She said "I came to my decision as I moved across the sea
And nothing you can say will make a difference to me"
She doesn't look the same way of late
She won't look at me the same way
But at least I'll always have St James's Gate
Watching things unfold from her position on the wall
Greta Garbo sits and wonders what to think about it all
I'm feeling quite at ease, and though the words I'm hearing burn
To tell the truth I think I always knew this day would come
She doesn't look the same way of late
She won't look at me the same way
But at least I'll always have St James's Gate
If he doesn't know already, Gable's finding out tonight
How to finish with a flurry, say goodbye and do it right
She said "I've said my piece, it's done
And now we both seem overdressed
So let's have a final drink, and for the last time, all the rest"
She doesn't look the same way of late
She won't look at me the same way
But at least I'll always have St James's Gate
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Tom Mitchell London, UK
Tom Mitchell is a writer of melodically haunting and dynamic compositions, infused with a mellow and ambient 60s folk reminiscence. He first picked up a guitar at the age of 11, wowed by the finger-style skill of Mark Knopfler. 21 years later, the self-chosen solo artist now charms his audience with soulful, silky vocals and an imaginative and ensouled sense of storytelling. ... more
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