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SET ME FREE FROM THIS LOST HIGHWAY
Words & Music : Tony Poole ©2021 Aurora Music
Cracked bell in Philadelphia
Silent figure in the New York Harbour
Under a hillside in West Virginia
I watch a memory of America
SET ME FREE FROM THIS LOST HIGHWAY
LET ME BE WHERE I WAS YESTERDAY
From the Tower the Trump it shilled the
Forgotten millions to release the beast
High on the Hill the tills of billions filled up
The ugly dishes of the Fascist Feast
The ugly dishes of the Fascist Feast
SET ME FREE FROM THIS LOST HIGHWAY
LET ME BE WHERE I WAS YESTERDAY
And the Lady Of The Harbour says:
Bring me your tired, your poor
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
The wretched refuse of your teeming shores
Bring these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me
I lift my lamp beside the Golden Door
I lift my lamp beside the Golden Door
Down here on these silver screens
Between the shadows and the Technicolor
I see the flickers of a million dreams
Shining together into something bigger
A memory of America
Shining together into something bigger
SET ME FREE FROM THIS LOST HIGHWAY
LET ME BE WHERE I WAS YESTERDAY
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I See My Rider
03:38
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I SEE MY RIDER
Words & Music : Tony Poole ©2021 Aurora Music
Shadows hung on walls of rain
Rolling thunder calls your name
Mem'ries falling like leaves
Through the north wind endlessly
I see my rider, oh I see .... my rider
Following
Echoes hung in empty halls
Shafts of sun forever stalled
Moments floating by
in random motion silently
I see my rider, oh I see .... my rider
Following haunted roads
Gathering up my ghosts
Following haunted roads
Gathering up my ghosts
Faces etched on frozen scenes
Silhouettes of folding wings
Pages torn and scattered
on a shore of tattered dreams
I see my rider, oh I see .... my rider
Following
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3. |
You Feel Like Home
03:41
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YOU FEEL LIKE HOME
Words & Music : Iain Whitmore ©2021 Aurora Music
If I were a dog you’d be my favourite bone
I’d keep you in my bed and not leave you alone
I’d chew you inside out and make a meal of you
I’d never get enough – never get enough
And if I were a tree you’d be the earth below
I’d send my roots in deep and suck up all you know
And every fruit that fell would be a gift to you
And that would be enough – that’d be enough
You feel like home
A welcome fire in the snow
A sacred song
Whose secret words I somehow know
For every time I think of you
(And you alone)
It feels like home
You feel like home
If I were a fool I’d be a fool for you
If I could make you laugh then that’s what I would do
I’d fold you in my arms and hold you ’til you smile
For you have cried enough – you’ve cried enough
You feel like home
A somewhere in the afterglow
A place of sleep
Where I will always long to go
And when I dream I’ll dream of you
(And you alone)
You feel like home
You feel like home
You feel like home…
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4. |
All Things Lost
03:48
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ALL THINGS LOST
Words & Music : Tony Poole ©2021 Aurora Music
Born in the flames of some other raging sea
These sails have resigned
Wheeling and winding we sealed up the fire in
The compass of our Grand Design
We charted that ocean
Now nothing is harder to find
Oh Oh All things lost
Oh Oh All things lost
Caught on the wings of some other fleeting wind
These flames have resigned
Higher and higher we froze on the wire
Between our desire and design
We captured that balance
Now nothing is harder to find
Oh Oh All things lost
Oh Oh All things lost
Oh touched by love
Always held by love
Stardust touching you and me forever
I see you
Oh Oh All things lost
Oh Oh All things lost
Born in the flames of some other raging sea
These sails have resigned
Wheeling and winding we sealed up the fire in
The compass of our Grand Design
We captured that ocean
Now nothing is harder to find
Oh Oh All things lost
Oh Oh All things lost
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Come Home
04:08
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COME HOME
Words & Music : Iain Whitmore ©2021 Aurora Music
I will worry when you cross the street
When you stumble just to find your feet
Watch in wonder as you take your seat
On the fairground ride for grown-ups
And if you’re thinking that the safety belt
Isn’t for you, but for someone else,
Who am I to make my presence felt
When you’ve got the whole thing sewn up?
I just hope you understand that
Life won't always go to plan and
We can keep your bedroom just the way it is
There’ll be love with no condition
There’ll be space for you to rest
There’ll be food upon the table and a lining in the nest
If you want to come home
Come home – come home – come home
Even if the hour is late don’t you hesitate
Come home
When the world says "No, you can't do that"
And you're wond'rin' if you're where it's at
Tries to tell you to wear a diff'rent hat
You say you like the one you're wearin'
So when it comes to push and shove you
Just remember that we love you
And we'll keep your bedroom just the way it is
There'll be love...
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THE GIRL IN A GENE CLARK SONG
Words & Music : Tony Poole ©2021 Aurora Music
She lives out in around a place that's never seen
You chase her up and down the dark streets of your dreams
She's everything that might have been
The girl in a Gene Clark song
She's here and there nowhere and everywhere between
You'll find her somewhere east and west of what she seems
She's every face you might have seen
The girl in a Gene Clark song
You'll make the mistake of thinking she exists
And dream that you can wake her with a kiss
The girl in a Gene Clark song
The girl in a Gene Clark song
So when you find someone you want more than the world
Remember she's beyond the reasons you love her
And watch her step out of a dream
The girl in a Gene Clark song
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On a 747 in to America
00:30
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Dreamyard Angels
06:15
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DREAMYARD ANGELS
Words & Music : Tony Poole ©2021 Aurora Music
Standing on the stony beach of Lake Ontario
Red sun slipping the wheel of sky
Joni's cartoon coaster in its watery eye
Wond'ring how the show will go down tonight in Oswego
We've come so far after all this time
Found nothing more than we left behind
From the Underground to the London Roundhouse and Soho Square
The gleaming stars and the dreaming yard that opened there
On a boundless sky we were riding going nowhere
Singing:
Hey don't say goodbye, on
Dreamyard Angels' wings you'll fly
Hey don't you cry
It's nothing more than a fairground sky
Going round and round and round and round and round
On a '51 Trailways People Carrier called Midnight Flyer
Riding through the Carolinas alive
With Civil War and C.B. jive
There's a million tales on these seats and clarion signal wires
Of dreamers' eyes and dreams unrealised
A million miles from those Hollywood smiles
It's Ho-Jos and Diners and don't go behind this Columbia shroud
Holiday Inns and outs and things no-one talks about
And a fleeting series of flash encounters with a ghost-like crowd
Singing:
Hey don't say goodbye, on
Dreamyard Angels' wings you'll fly
Hey don't you cry
It's nothing more than a fairground sky
Going round and round and round and round and round
See us hit the stage in the spotlight cage of New York State
Flo & Eddie at The Bottom Line
Frame & Fradley wearily benign
As the Fender Bender and the Prima Dreamer rail against their fates
The August kids watch the sawdust spill
As Gene and Gib and Joel Scott Hill
Open the gates and throw off the weights on this fragile balloon
Starry high and Burritos flying by imagin'ry moons
Where angels' eyes hold us hypnotised with the magic of soon
In a circus cartoon
Singing:
Hey don't say goodbye, on
Dreamyard Angels' wings you'll fly
Hey don't you cry
It was only a painted sky
Going round and round and round and round and round
In a pavement cafe called Le Sorbet in Washington DC
'The Night Before', The Cellar Door
Nancy forgive me if forevermore
Was just Zero Street and fake heroes meeting electricity
Down in Atlanta when The Medicine Show
Got busted and I saw that Edison glow
They sang 'Going Down' as I was going down with oblivious grace
Slow motion accidental falling through time and space
Like a preview of this exploding dance I've come to embrace
I feel her hands on my face
Singing:
Hey don't say goodbye, on
Dreamyard Angels' wings you'll fly
Hey don't you cry
It was just my imagin'ry sky
Going round and round and round and round and round
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9. |
Three Days Running
02:30
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THREE DAYS RUNNING
Words & Music : Iain Whitmore ©2021 Aurora Music
It’s been raining for three days runnin’
River is rising high
I’ve been runnin’ these three days of rainin’
I’m beginnin’ to laugh at the sky
Life is a holiday
And it’s hard for me to understand
Why it should be this way
It’s gettin’ harder to be a softer man
There’s a highway that runs to the city
And a plane to fly me home
All I need is a foot on the highway
What I don’t need is being alone
Life is a lazy day
And it’s hard for me to understand
Why it should be this way
It’s gettin’ harder to be a softer man
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Faith Hope And Charity
03:22
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FAITH HOPE AND CHARITY
Words & Music : Iain Whitmore ©2021 Aurora Music
I think it’s time to see the light of day
It’s hard to tell who tells the truth anyway
The saviour came to us and now he’s gone
Moving on
And the dream is coming true
And there’s nothing left to do
But move – and we do
We all could see what it was coming to
The spark was dead – we had to find someone new
You learn to live the life and sing the song
Carry on
And the song is sounding sweet
And the kids are on their feet
To move – and they do
It seems we have to sign our souls away
So we got nothin’ left to lose anyway
I wonder where’s the money comin’ from?
Soon be gone
And the song is sounding sweet
And the kids are on their feet
And the dream is coming true
And there’s nothing left to do
But move – and we do
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Stranger In My Time
04:55
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STRANGER IN MY TIME
Words & Music : Tony Poole ©2021 Aurora Music
I am a stranger on this stage till love appears
For love is knowing, love is being known
I dreamed you long before the pages of these years
Brought me this lonely film I'm seeing alone
Stranger in my time
Soon I will be home
Stranger in my time
And if a dream describes a kind of memory
Between a place and time that's yet to come
And one that's been, a life both mine and meant for me
I've seen your face behind each and every one
Stranger in my time
Soon I will be home
Stranger in my time
Know you're not alone
Love you
So when I see that change of light behind your eyes
As you remember me from your own dreams
It's then I'll be the stranger quietly recognised
And we'll make sense at last of all we've been
Stranger in my time
Soon I will be home
Stranger in my time
Know you're not alone
Love you
Love you
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LOVE STILL SPEAKS YOUR NAME
Words & Music : Iain Whitmore & Tony Poole ©2021 Aurora Music
No matter how bright the fire burns
Its flame will cast no shadow
No matter how high the eagle flies
The sparrow on its back will touch the sky
And I will never know
How it feels to be with you
How it feels to lie with you
How it feels to die with you
No matter how dark and deep your night
The wheeling sky will shine new light
No matter how far the river runs
It can’t escape the place from whence it comes
And all will be as one
And everything will change
And nothing stays the same
But love still speaks your name
Love still speaks your name
Love still speaks your name
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