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He belongs in a fable
In a book of mythology
They might have spoken of him round a campfire
Hands moving, shadowy
His words, beautiful music
Sung to a lyre in verse
But this is no story of gods and of heroes
But a monster considerably worse
One hundred faces and the body of a man,
Don't be deceived
He sings to you sweetly and tells you things
That cannot be believed
If you get too close,
He'll reel you in
Although he's beautiful
The man with a hundred faces leads a life of sin
Has he the teeth of a lion?
Has he eyes that are black?
No, he seems like a man 'til you kiss him
And by that point there's no going back
You'd think, "One hundred faces
Would be the most gruesome sight one could see,"
But be warned, it looks just like there's one
Cos he switches magnificently
One hundred faces and the body of a man,
Don't be deceived
He sings to you sweetly and tells you things
That cannot be believed
If you get too close
He'll reel you in
Although he's beautiful
The man with a hundred faces leads a life of sin
So be wary of his hypnotic call
So many faces I've yet to see them all
Don't look right at him, don't let him make you blind
Wherever you go he'll be following behind
One hundred faces
But the body of a man
One hundred faces and the body of a man
Don't be deceived
He sings to you sweetly and tells you things
That cannot be believed
If you get too close
He'll reel you in
Although he's beautiful
The man with a hundred faces leads a life of sin
He leads a life of sin
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2. |
Grass Stains
04:03
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I walked up the hill, for the last time
With my new friends
Thinking, one day, this will all be ours
The quickest one to the top
Gets to see the view, ‘it’s a good one’
I said, cause it was
The city and cathedral were as they’ve always been
As they stood for saints and my dad's friends and a hundred in between
But something of that age-old view seemed different, subtly,
I didn’t know it then of course, but they wouldn’t stand for me
Cobbled stones, winding roads
They’re mine
Ancient walls, draughty halls
I made my mark there long ago
In size two trainers, eight years old
And the ground it ground itself into my soul
Into my soul
Then, like a lousy ex-lover,
It all went quiet
Just a note saying, I’ll call you.
The best way to the top
Is by holding clumps of hill in your hands
and refusing to let go.
With tradition, age and reason, the city captures you
It tells you that it loves you, so of course, you love it too
But my family tree is anchored here, what else am I to do?
How could I, with ripped-out roots, attempt to grow anew?
Cobbled stones, winding roads
They’re mine
Ancient walls, draughty halls
I made my mark there long ago
In size two trainers, eight years old
And the ground it ground itself into my soul
Some don’t reach the top
They don't get the view, the city or the hill
They just get grass stains.
The little girl inside me makes that journey in her mind
Back up the hill to see the place one day she left behind
For ever, cus she'll never have her home among those lanes
If ever I return there, I won't be that girl again.
Cobbled stones, winding roads ….
Ancient walls, draughty halls
I made my mark there long ago
In size two trainers, eight years old
And the ground it ground itself into my soul
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3. |
Maybe (Interlude)
02:04
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Maybe we'll rent a little flat together in the
City
And we'll sit out on our
Balcony, where we'll have afternoon tea
We'll be young and we'll be wild and free
At twenty four and twenty three
Maybe a cat will twine around my ankles
As I look up at the sky
And maybe I'll see the stars
Or maybe just the coloured streetlamps
And I don't want to scare you
Nor do I think I believe in God
But this
May be
Heaven
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4. |
Far To Go
03:31
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When it's your birthday
I'll sing down the phone
And hope you're in public when I do
When life is a nightmare
And you need a good moan
I'll send you a text or twenty two.
When you hear back from
That company you applied to
I’ll pop a champagne cork on Skype
And as the fizz goes down the cracks of the keyboard
I'll hope it doesnt stick when I type
Oh I know the nights are colder on your own
But I promise you you'll never be alone
There's a fair few miles between us, oh, I know
But if you need me, then you don't have far to go
If you get bad news
You're struggling to brave
I'll message you long into the night
When your resolve is
Beginning to cave
Be sure that I'll help you with the fight
When you find a person
Who makes you feel celestial
I'll check out their facebook with you
And you can give me all of that high school gossip
Just like we used to do
Oh I know the nights are colder on your own
But I promise you you'll never be alone
There's a fair few miles between us, oh, I know
But if you need me, then you don't have far to go
And if I need you, then I dont have far to
Go...
Oh...
When we're in our fifties
And start to feel old
We'll brainstorm your thirty-ninth tattoo
When you're retired
And done with being controlled
I’ll watch as you dye your hair bright blue
If you decide to
Up sticks and move, so
An ocean stands in our way
I'll still FaceTime even if for me it's 3am
'Cause I want to see the spare room for when I come to stay
Oh I know the nights are colder on your own
But I promise you you'll never be alone
There's a fair few miles between us, oh, I know
But if you need me, then you don't have far to go
If I need you, then I dont have far to go
When it's your birthday
I'll sing down the phone
Long after my voice has lost its tune
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