1. |
Never Brought To Mind
04:18
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Never Brought To Mind
It's an odd town, it's an old town
And the Town Hall is just being closed down
As the old, hunched men smoke straight at their shoes
And the bookies is warm, even after you lose
It all went too far, outside this new bar
How it got so bad, I'm not even sure
But it's easier to drown your sorrows alone
And shame is an ugly friend to keep dragging home
When the fight broke out, I nearly lost my mind
When that guy went for you, I got there just in time
And you said 'my love, I guess we'd better leave'
You kissed my swollen lip and held my ripped shirt sleeve
Then when we got lost, you swore we'd freeze to death
You tried to flag down the cars that all sped up instead
From the darkness beside me, you sang 'Auld Lang Syne'
I was never more yours, you were never more mine
Victoria Park, In the blistering snow
I made us miss the tube to save that cheap banjo
If you'd had your way we would now be in bed
I put us on the wrong bus the wrong way instead
I said 'I'm sorry' I said 'I love you'
It was true then and it's still true
As it started to rain you started to cry
That we were now lost was hard to deny
You said do something or else we'll both freeze to death
You knocked on every door that just slammed shut instead
And should old acquaintance not be brought to mind
I was once yours and you were once mine
© Ryan O'Reilly
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2. |
The Lake
03:22
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3. |
No Conclusion
03:02
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4. |
Portobello Road
03:35
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Portobello Road
The walls are grafittied the rubbish is strewn
The carnival has come to town
The windows still boarded the Police are scared
Last week this whole city burned down
There is no situation that they can't make worse
There is thirty-five thousand around
And they'll bravely chase after the fiercest of foes
Provided they're easily found
Imagine the future, imagine a boot, imagine a human face
Imagine a country where everyone's watched
and then firmly put back in their place
From Ladbroke Grove Station to Notting Hill Gate
The market is dead on its feet
Past Orwell's old house with dead looks in their eyes
and Their clip-boards they march down the street
You could go after them with guitars in your hands
But they'll sure enough quickly deploy
Drones to steal from you, choke you and shatter your bones
Those that can't create always destroy
So Imagine the future, imagine a boot, imagine a human face
Imagine a country where everyone's watched
and then firmly put back in their place
We gathered in silence in the back of the bar
On the street where the bands used to play
Nursing our drinks and cursing our luck
Surely they don't deserve the last say
So raise your instruments high and your voice to the sky
It's all that we have for the fight
When they've turned this all into one shopping mall
They'll finally sleep well at night
So Imagine the future, imagine a boot, imagine a human face
Imagine a country where everyone's watched
and then firmly put back in their place
Ryan O'Reilly ©
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5. |
Evil Quarter Mile - Live
03:53
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The Evil Quarter Mile
On the Evil Quarter Mile they have many words for love
Not all of them are just four letters either
You only knew the one but it was safe upon your tongue
'Till you swallowed it and whispered 'now it's over'
All of your different intonations required expert explanations
It still all sounds so foreign to me now
But before you take your aim
I will admit I was to blame
But permit me if you will this final vow
That I cannot forgive you
I can't forgive you
I won't forgive you
For letting me let you go
All of the millionaires and billionaires who stroll through Holland Park
They had no time for us and me not for them either
You informed me as you combed your hair
That the BBC had put you there
At the top of the spiral stairs 'till Easter
I watched the Holy Father's slow parade
Down The Mall it threatened rain
As helicopters swirled into the ether
You were sick outside a Mayfair bar
Your taxi didn't get that far
Down one-way streets that won't out-run your fever
I cannot forgive you
I can't forgive you
I won't forgive you
For letting me let you go
My confession confused you
Like it was designed to do
Everything I said that's true
Concealed a lie
You watered every bruise with tears
Flooded through the happy years
Ran alone but still you feared you'd finish last
I won't try to defend my pride or resurrect what's clearly died
Or subject you to my advances
I won't try myself to explain
It couldn't deaden any pain
And you never did believe in second chances
I cannot forgive you
I can't forgive you
I won't forgive you
For letting me let you go
Ryan O'Reilly ©
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6. |
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Never Brought To Mind
It's an odd town, it's an old town
And the Town Hall is just being closed down
As the old, hunched men smoke straight at their shoes
And the bookies is warm, even after you lose
It all went too far, outside this new bar
How it got so bad, I'm not even sure
But it's easier to drown your sorrows alone
And shame is an ugly friend to keep dragging home
When the fight broke out, I nearly lost my mind
When that guy went for you, I got there just in time
And you said 'my love, I guess we'd better leave'
You kissed my swollen lip and held my ripped shirt sleeve
Then when we got lost, you swore we'd freeze to death
You tried to flag down the cars that all sped up instead
From the darkness beside me, you sang 'Auld Lang Syne'
I was never more yours, you were never more mine
Victoria Park, In the blistering snow
I made us miss the tube to save that cheap banjo
If you'd had your way we would now be in bed
I put us on the wrong bus the wrong way instead
I said 'I'm sorry' I said 'I love you'
It was true then and it's still true
As it started to rain you started to cry
That we were now lost was hard to deny
You said do something or else we'll both freeze to death
You knocked on every door that just slammed shut instead
And should old acquaintance not be brought to mind
I was once yours and you were once mine
© Ryan O'Reilly
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7. |
Portobello Road - Live
03:28
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Portobello Road
The walls are grafittied the rubbish is strewn
The carnival has come to town
The windows still boarded the Police are scared
Last week this whole city burned down
There is no situation that they can't make worse
There is thirty-five thousand around
And they'll bravely chase after the fiercest of foes
Provided they're easily found
Imagine the future, imagine a boot, imagine a human face
Imagine a country where everyone's watched
and then firmly put back in their place
From Ladbroke Grove Station to Notting Hill Gate
The market is dead on its feet
Past Orwell's old house with dead looks in their eyes
and Their clip-boards they march down the street
You could go after them with guitars in your hands
But they'll sure enough quickly deploy
Drones to steal from you, choke you and shatter your bones
Those that can't create always destroy
So Imagine the future, imagine a boot, imagine a human face
Imagine a country where everyone's watched
and then firmly put back in their place
We gathered in silence in the back of the bar
On the street where the bands used to play
Nursing our drinks and cursing our luck
Surely they don't deserve the last say
So raise your instruments high and your voice to the sky
It's all that we have for the fight
When they've turned this all into one shopping mall
They'll finally sleep well at night
So Imagine the future, imagine a boot, imagine a human face
Imagine a country where everyone's watched
and then firmly put back in their place
Ryan O'Reilly ©
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Ryan O'Reilly Berlin, Germany
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