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Angels In Amsterdam
06:26
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ANGELS IN AMSTERDAM
I COULD HEAR YOU CALLING, YOUR THOUGHTS ARE FAR AWAY
WHISPERS DEEP WITHIN THE HEART AND THOUGHTS OF ANCIENT DAYS
I ALWAYS CARRY THE TEXAS SKY DEEP WITHIN MY HEART
WITH ALL MYTHS AND COWBOY DREAMS I WISH THESE BOOTS WOULD FIT.
HOW MANY ROADS?
HOW MANY FIRES CARRY YOUR SOUL TO THE WIDE OPEN SPACES?
THE ANGELS HERE IN AMSTERDAM FREEZE THE RIVER STILL
MY THOUGHTS FLY BY WITH THEM AND GO BACK TO THE HILLS.
I KEEP LOOKING FOR THE SOUTHERN SUN TO RISE UP IN THE SKY.
WE CAN NEVER HIDE FROM THE SOUND OF THE ONES THAT PASS US BY.
HOW MANY ROADS?
HOW MANY FIRES CARRY YOUR SOUL TO THE WIDE OPEN SPACES?
OH1 NEVER LET IT GO, NEVER LET IT GO
NEVER LET IT GO, THE WIND’S SO COLD/
A WONDER LIKE YOU. A HEARTBEAT, HEARTBEAT THAT’S TRUE,
OH, THE WIND IS COLD AND IT’S COLD AND IT’S COLD IT’S COLD.
OH NEVER LET IT GO. SPIRIT-NEVER LET IT GO.
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Deep Is The Water
04:53
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DEEP IS THE WATER
DEEP IS THE WATER, DEEP IS THE OCEAN,
DEEP IS MY HEART AND DEEP IS THE SUN.
I LOST EVERYTHING AND I FOUND THE WATER.
I JUST CAN’T FIND WHERE YOU’VE GONE.
DOWN AN OPEN ROAD, AND I HOPE I’M HOME
WHERE THE WORLD PRESSES INSIDE,
I WILL WALK YOU HOME.
I WILL CARRY THIS SONG AS YOU HOLD ME TIGHT
WHERE THE WORLD PASSES BY.
AGE AFTER AGE WITHOUT A BREAK
THE PROPHET SHALL RAGE BY A LONELY LAKE.
THERE IS AN EAR TO HEAR THE SONG,
AN EYE TO PEER THE PICTURE LONG.
THERE IS A BRAIN TO GATHER THE TALE AND BLESS
THE PROPHET WHO SPOKE IN THE WILDERNESS.
BUT THE POET SHALL HEAR
AND THE PAINTER SEE
THE PRAISES DEAR OF THEIR MYSTERY.
AND THEY SHALL FIND THE GLORY LEFT BEHIND,
I WILL CARRY THEIR SONG,
WHILE THE WORLD PASSES BY.
DOWN AN OPEN ROAD, AND I HOPE I’M HOME
WHERE THE WORLD PRESSES INSIDE,
I WILL WALK YOU HOME.
I WILL CARRY THIS SONG AS YOU HOLD ME TIGHT
WHERE THE WORLD PASSES BY.
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O Jesse
06:44
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O JESSE
OH JESSE MY ARMS HAVE BECOME HOLLOW AND SHRILL
OH JESSE MY ARMS HAVE BECOME HOLLOW AND SHRILL
WITH THE SNAKES UP MY SLEEVE AND THE OLD WHIPORWILL
WITH THE SNAKES UP MY SLEEVE AND THE OLD WHIPORWILL
I HAVE COME TO YOUR HOME
I HAVE COME TO YOUR DOOR
I HAVE SEEN ALL THE PEOPLE THAT STARE AT YOUR DOOR.
I’M LOOKING FOR SOMETHING THAT STANDS BEHIND ME,
THE TURNING OF THE WILLOW
THE TURNING OF THE WILLOW
OH JESSE MY ARMS HAVE BECOME HOLLOW AND SHRILL
OH JESSE MY ARMS HAVE BECOME HOLLOW AND SHRILL
THE YEARS SLIPPED BY, THEY SLIDE AWAY STILL,
NEITHER COMING OR GOING WHEN I SLEEP.
THE YEARS HAVE EYES THAT WEEP,
OH, YEARS OF TEARS AND THROUGH THESE SPEAK.
OH JESSE I HEAR THE SINGING OF THE BELLS,
OF THE WEST WINDS AND SOUTH SINDS
ARE BORNE UNDERGROUND,
AND I LOOK BACK TO SEE YOU AS ME AS A CHILD,
AND THE YEARS THEY ARE SWIMMING
THE WEIRDEST SOUND.
OH JESSE OUR MOTHER LEFT YOU TO SLEEP,
AND YOUR FATHER STOOD OVER THE WESTERN STEED.
AND THE PEOPLE COME GATHER, GATHER THEE ROUND,
WITH THE SOUND OF THE SONG THAT YOU KEFT UNDERGROUND.
AND I’LL FIND MY HEART AND YOU’LL FIND YOUR SOUL,
OH JESSE, OH JESSE MY WORLD NEVER SLEEPS.
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4. |
Dublin
06:04
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DUBLIN
IT SEEMS LIKE WE KEEP LOOKING FOR A MOMENT IN LIFE
TO CLOSE OUR EYES AND DREAM OF BETTER DAYS
SEEMS LIKE I ALWAYS HAVE FOUND THE FACE OF A FRIEND
TO HELP ME MAKE IT THROUGH ANOTHER DAY.
WITHOUT ME KNOWING I WAS ON THE HIGH STREET OF KILBURN ON ST. PATRICK’S
DAY.
A MARCHING BAND FROM DUBLIN, WEARING AMERICAN HATS AND CHEERLEADERS
WERE LEADING THE PARADE,
AND THEY LOOKED TOTALLY CONFUSED AS TO WHY AND WHERE THEY WERE.
THEN ALONG CAME 12 YOUNG MAIDENS-THE PAST AND THE FUTURE DECKED
OUT IN VELVET WITH SMALL JEWELS EMROIDERED IN HISTORY UPON THEIR CLOTHES.
SHAMROCKS IN THEIR TIARS AND CELTIC KINGS IN GOLD DRAGGING THEMSELVES
BETWEEN THE DESTINY.
AND THEIR FACES GLISTENED WIYH AS BEAUTY THAT WAS HAUNTING AND THE
JAMAICAN GIRL AND A YO YO MAMA BEGGED TO JOIN IN AS THE PIMPS AND
DRUNKARDS LOOKED ON.
THE TRAFFIC WAS STOPPED. SOUND FILLED THE EARS.
THERE I FOUND YOUR FACE, MY FRIEND, I FOUND YOUR FACE MY FRIEND HIDDEN
IN THE TRACKS OF JOY OF THE YOUNG MAN WHO WAS CARRYING A FIDDLE
AND PAPERS IN HIS CASE NOT KNOWING WHERE THE PARADE WOULD LEAD BUT HIS
DREAMS WERE ON HIS SHIRT AND HIS BLACK STEEL HEELS AND I THOUGHT OF YOU
AND I SAW YOU…
IT SEEMS LIKE WE KEEP LOOKING FOR A MOMENT IN LIFE
TO CLOSE OUR EYES AND DREAM OF BETTER DAYS
WITHOUT ME KNOWING IT WAS ST. PATRICK’S DAY
AS I STOOD ON THE STREETS OF KILBURN THAT DAY.
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5. |
Snake Charmers
06:45
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SNAKE CHARMERS
RETURNING FAITHFULLY,MOTHER
TO THE TREES TO THE ASHES
THAT YOU BREATHE
WHERE HAVE I COME FROM?
WHERE HAVE I COME TO?
TO THE ALAMO. MY DAUGHTER.TO THE SETTING OF THE SUN
OH, SNAKE CHARMERS AND INDIANS ON THE RUN
THE SLAMMING OF DOORS=THE BEAUTY OF THE LIGHTS
WHERE HAVE I COME TO?
DON’T YOU KNOW YOUR HEART IS ALL ABOUT YOU.......
DON’ T YOU KNOW THE WORLD IS IN YOUR HAND......
SHADOW CATCHERS IN THE MOONLIGHT WALKING DOWN THE CITY LIGHTS<
GLISTENING FOR YOU
THE SUNLIGHT DIMS THE HORIZON
WHILE THE INTELLIGENSIA GO TO CAFES
AND DISCUSS THE FUTURE OF TODAY
THE COWBOYS PRESS THEIR HATS AND GO
TO THE MECHANICAL BULLS
TO RIDE THE LOST DREAMS
DON’T YOU KNOW YOUR HEART IS ALL ABOUT YOU.......
DON’ T YOU KNOW THE WHOLE WORLD IS YOU......
SHADOW CATCHERS IN THE MOONLIGHT
GLISTENING FOR YOU
THE SUNKEN CATTLE FARMS
THERE STANDING IN THE GRAINS
THE WHITMANS, THE FAULKNERS....
THEY BEAT THE LIFE SPAN
THEY TAKE TIME
THEY TAKE TIME BY THE THROAT
AND THEY SQUEEZE.
DON’T YOU KNOW YOUR HEART IS ALL ABOUT YOU.......
DON’ T YOU KNOW THE WHOLE WORLD IS YOU......
SHADOW CATCHERS IN THE MOONLIGHT
GLISTENING FOR YOU
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6. |
Heart of My Heart
04:33
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HEART OF MY HEART
“HEART OF MY HEART’ HE SAID
THE WOMEN OF YOUR COUNTRY ARE SWEET AND SOFT
BUT I KNOW NOT THEIR DREAMS.
“HEART OF MY HEART” SHE SAID
YOU FRIGHTEN AND RUFFLE ME.
IT MAKES WE WORSHIP YOU.
YOU LOOKED SO FAR AWAY AND NOW YOU’RE BESIDE ME.
“OH”, SHE SMILED.
SHE SMILED.
YOUR WONDERFUL EYES
BEWILDERED STARE.
SWEETHEART.
LIVING MY LIFE,
WALKING THOSE ROADS,
TAKING THOSE CHALLENGES ON THE OPEN ROAD.
AND IT’S THREE WEEKS I WALKED DOWN MENHILL WAY,
OOOH I HEARD HI SAY:
I’VE SEEN ALL THINGS PASS
AND ALL MEN GO UNDER THE SHADOWS OF THE DRIFTING LEAVES.
A GREEN LEAF, A RED LEAF. A BROWN LEAF, A GREY LEAF.
THEY LOOK LIKE WAX DOLLS AND NOW THEY’RE BESIDE ME.
OH -SHE SMILED
SHE SMILED
SWEETHEART
SWEETHEART
SWEETHEART
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7. |
Hold Back The Roses
05:25
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HOLD BACK THE ROSES
HOLD BACK THE ROSES, HOLD BACK THE TEARS,
I’LL STAND IN THE CORNER WITH SOMETHING DEAR,
HOLD DOWN THE ROSES. HOLD BACK THE TEARS
I’LL STAND IN THE CORNER WITH SOMETHING DEAR
AND THE BEADS ARE ALL AROUND YOU AND THE TEARS FALL LIKE RAIN
BUT I CAN HEAR YOU SINGING AND STAND TO STARE.
OH, OH WEEP NO MORE YOU SAY. I’LL BE HOLDING ON. HOLDING ON.
PRAISE FOR THE NEEDY OR WAS THAT A DREAM?
THE LIGHT IN THE DISTANCE,
I CAN HOLD THE PAST AND I CAN SEE THE DREAMS.
ALL AROUND ME, ALL AROUND ME
DON’T YOU RECALL YOUR DREAMS?
THE WALLS ARE FALLING DOWN,
THE WALLS ARE FALLING.
HOLD BACK THE ROSES, HOLD BACK THE TEARS,
I’LL STAND IN THE CORNER WITH SOMETHING DEAR
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Cassell Webb Oxford, UK
From progressive folk, progressive country to post-punk to modern classical Cassell Webb has engaged with music on a world
stage while pursuing her own solo career.
After establihing herself she continued producing records and released a string of solo albums.
Her first uploads are previously unreleased experimental recordings and works in progress gathered over the entire span of her career.
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