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A Man Like I
05:22
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What is this that burns me?
Blacks my heart and spurns me.
Turns my legs to jelly pegs
Hooks me and deserts me.
Coldness gets the best of me,
To you I give the rest of me,
But you ran just when I fell down,
Threw my body into the hollow.
Then you filled it up with all these empty tears.
You ploughed my fallow field to the light,
I wished I’d learned how to break you.
Set us free from false delight.
With rotting rope and a fisherman’s eye,
I spy, I spy, what a catch is a man like I.
Who are you to blame me?
When of you say you, seek to save me, Rescue me to heckle me.
Fuck me just to fix me.
Broken bottles mark the way.
Eggshell feet in fields of clay,
Oh there was no light deserting.
So what’s with all the hurting?
Why’d you tie my feet and teach me how to run?
I’ve screamed until my face turns blue.
Pinprick silence always see’s you through.
I used to be your go-getter sweater.
But now I’m the the thread for a hangman’s noose.
I swing, I swing, what a catch was a man like I.
I wish that I could lose this aching for you.
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All These Little Fires
04:52
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I’m sending my heat out, wherever it goes,
I hope that it reaches from your head to your toes.
I wish you all kindness, I wish you good things,
That you’ll look out for neighbours and see eyes that are kind.
If it ever gets too much and you need somewhere to lay down,
I’ll keep my door open, we’ll keep the darkness at bay.
I’ll be fire for you.
And if you see someone going down,
won’t you help them back to their feet,
I’m sure they were once like you are now,
trying hard to find relief,
They love just as you love, they can hurt just as you hurt
Someone has been there father, someone has been their mother too.
So if you see someone fading, won’t you take them by the hand, Sometimes we all need rearranging, to be the best that we can.
I’ll be fire for you, come burn with me,
Sending smoke signals up to the stars
Yeah, We’ll shine out like beacons for those who can’t see.
Let’s just burn here for a little while
All these little fires make an inferno..
All these little fires make an inferno..
Won’t let little fires ever burn low.
Won’t let little fires ever burn low.
We will light up the night now.
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3. |
Welcome Home
03:31
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In your eyes I see the fire, Burnin’ brighter than a star.
In your heart I know you yearn,
For a love that makes you burn.
For a love that makes you burn.
And I know that in good time,
You’ll find love that is divine.
You’ll find love that is divine.
When the flood gates open,
Life will turn around.
And when you look into their eyes,
You’ll no longer have to hide.
You’ll no longer have to hide.
Welcome Home, home, home, home, home oh oh home, home oh oh,
Welcome Home, home, home, home, home oh oh home, home oh oh,
No more cold and lonely nights,
Curled up by the fireside,
Curled up by the fireside,
Someone to love and hold you tight,
Someone who can love you right,
Someone who can love you right
No return to sender.
No more lost and found.
They’ll jump up and down with you,
And they’ll cry out loud ‘I do’.
And they’ll cry out loud ‘I do'.
Welcome Home, home, home, home, home oh oh home, home oh oh,
Welcome Home, home, home, home, home oh oh home, home oh oh.
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4. |
Monument
06:53
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The daggers came out in the bright of the bay,
We were poets and drunkards, lost in the decay,
Some words were muttered, some were cast in stones,
Thrown into the waters of the wilfully unknown.
What say you lover, my sister of the night?
Shall we trade our ancient language and drink til it gets light?
Keep spinning the bottle until it points away,
I guess we can agree to live to fight another day
I waged a war for your loving,
You lit the beacon that drew me into your valley,
Where I laid my arms down, surrendered to your body,
I built a monument to all that was amazing.
Will we still love what we find as we start to loose our minds?
Steal the cap of sweet liberty from beneath the storm washed pines?
Cold hands turn to the ghosts of what they will become,
Your eyes telling me softly this has all gone wrong.
The cross you bear around your neck isn’t what it seems,
It slides across your body chastening your dreams,
How can we act as if that was the way?
Those of cloth and crucifix get their tricks from dirty play.
I waged a war for your loving,
You lit the beacon that drew me to your valley,
I laid my arms down, surrendered to your beauty.
Where I built a monument for all that was amazing,
Oh your loving eyes, Oh good god those loving eyes,
I gave them all I have, Until I was truly blind,
I’m as naked as the wind, calling your Atlantic tide,
I wish you all the best, And god damn it eternal rest.
I wish you all the best, And god damn it eternal rest.
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Stephen Hodd UK
Singer//Songwriter//Live-Looper
Born in Scotland and raised amidst the rich tapestry of Irish culture, Stephen Hodd is an esteemed artist now based in Suffolk, UK.
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