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Missed Trains
04:29
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MISSED TRAINS
ABSENT LOVERS
AND BROKEN WHISKEY BOTTLES
THEY'RE THE SOUNDTRACK TO MY YEARS
MISSED TRAINS
ABSENT LOVERS
AND MORE OF THOSE WHISKEY BOTTLES
I CAN'T TALK TO SOMEONE WHO'S NOT HERE
MISSED TRAINS
BUSES AND AEROPLANES
THROUGH NO-ONE ELSE'S FAULT
NO MATTER HOW EARLY I LEAVE SOME PLACE
I INEVITABLY GET CAUGHT UP
WITH SOMEONE ELSE'S PROBLEMS
AND WHEN I TRY TO HELP THEM OUT
I END UP BEING LATE AGAIN
ON THAT THERE IS NO DOUBT
MISSED TRAINS
ABSENT LOVERS
AND BROKEN WHISKEY BOTTLES
THEY'RE THE SOUNDTRACK TO MY YEARS
MISSED TRAINS
ABSENT LOVERS
AND MORE OF THOSE WHISKEY BOTTLES
I CAN'T TALK TO SOMEONE WHO'S NOT HERE
ABSENT LOVERS
THEY ARE NEVER AROUND
WHEN YOU NEED THEM MOST
THEY ARE ALWAYS SOMEPLACE ELSE
WHEN YOU'RE FEELING PAIN AND COLD
YOU AIN'T JEALOUS
OR BITTER
BUT, WHAT SEEMS TO GRIND YOUR GEARS
WHEN YOU CATCH THEM ON THE SECURITY CAM
KISSING ON THE STAIRS
MISSED TRAINS
ABSENT LOVERS
AND BROKEN WHISKEY BOTTLES
THEY'RE THE SOUNDTRACK TO MY YEARS
MISSED TRAINS
ABSENT LOVERS
AND MORE OF THOSE WHISKEY BOTTLES
I CAN'T TALK TO SOMEONE WHO'S NOT HERE
WHISKEY BOTTLES
I'VE DONE MY SHARE
LEFT MANY BY THE WAYS
A GOOD OLD FRIEND WHO'LL LISTEN
AND HELP YOU THROUGH BAD DAYS
BUT, THE WORST PAIN I HAVE EVER FELT
IN ALL MY LIVING YEARS
S'WHEN MY GROCERY SAC BURST
AND THE BOTTLE
LAY SMASHED UPON THE STAIRS
MISSED TRAINS
ABSENT LOVERS
AND BROKEN WHISKEY BOTTLES
THEY'RE THE SOUNDTRACK TO MY YEARS
MISSED TRAINS
ABSENT LOVERS
AND MORE OF THOSE WHISKEY BOTTLES
I CAN'T TALK TO SOMEONE WHO'S NOT HERE
MISSED TRAINS
ABSENT LOVERS
AND BROKEN WHISKEY BOTTLES
THEY'RE THE SOUNDTRACK TO MY YEARS
MISSED TRAINS
ABSENT LOVERS
AND MORE OF THOSE WHISKEY BOTTLES
I CAN'T TALK TO SOMEONE WHO'S NOT HERE
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Ward 53
05:02
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WARD 53
Down by the A&E Up in ward 53
That's where you ended up One Friday Morning
Shakin' like a shaky thing Not knowin' where you are or been
I'm just hopin' son that you'll get better
Heavy guys, look llke bikers
You're sayin' that they're out to get ya
But; they're just up to visit their Old Man
Avon boxes over there
My guitars stashed under those chairs
There's a Chinese dude swingin' a fryin' pan
Docs and Nurses all conspirin'
You know their game, they're all lyin'
Tryin' to pump you full of some strange stuff
Did ya take one bad pill, one too many tokes
I know you're suff'rin', that ain't a joke
But, what you're sayin' sure sounds funny right enough
Down by the A&E Up in ward 53
That's where you ended up One Friday Morning
Shakin' like a shaky thing Not knowin' where you are or been
I'm just hopin' son that you'll get better
The Police are here to take you to jail
"Can't you hear the sirens wail"?
the Chinese Dudes are building a funeral pyre
"They're sayin' that it's meant for me"
"You must be blind", "Can't y'all see"?
"They're gonna roast my bones upon that fire
Docs and Nurses all conspirin'
You know their game, they're all lyin'
Tryin' to pump you full of some strange stuff
Did ya take one bad pill, one too many tokes
I know you're sufferin'', that ain't a joke
But, what you're sayin' sure sounds funny right enough
Down by the A&E Up in ward 53
That's where you ended up One Friday Morning
Shakin' like a shaky thing Not knowin' where you are or been
I'm just hopin' son that you'll get better
NOW!
You're feeling better, you're getting home
You won't have to get thru' this alone
Us folks are always here for you,
"BUT YOU KNOW THAT"
I had to push you around, force feed you pills
Make you do something against your will
But, it was all just for your own good, believe it!
For that I do apologise
I only fed you truth, didn't feed you lies
I hope I didn't hurt you physically
You gotta take it one day-at-a-time
No more sneaky gins, or sly wee wines
Do this and you'll get better, wait and see
Down by the A&E Up in ward 53
That's where you ended up One Friday Morning
Shakin' like a shaky thing Not knowin' where you are or been
I'm just hopin' son that you'll get better
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ONE DAY OUT WALKING ALONG AN OLD DIRT ROAD
I MET A HOBO WITH A HEAVY LOAD
HE SPOKE TO ME
SAID "SON YOU GOT A WORRIED MIND
PLACE IT ON ME THEN PEACE YOU'LL FIND”
TWO DAYS LATER MET A PREACHER MAN
CALLED ME A SINNER THEN HE SHOOK MY HAND
HE LOOKED AT ME
SAID "SON YOU'VE GOT A WEARY HEART
CONFIDE IN ME LET ME TAKE YOUR PART”
FEW DAYS LATER ON A HIGH HILL
A BRIGHT LIGHT APPEARED AND THE AIR STOOD STILL
FROM OUT OFTHE LIGHT WALKED A MAN IN ROBES
AND STANDING BESIDE HIM WAS THE PREACHER & HOBO
SO WE STOOD FOR DAYS ON THE TOP OF THE HILL
IN THE HOWLING WIND AND THE DRIVING RAIN
SAW ALL SORTS OF THINGS
FLOAT THROUGH MY HEAD
I THOUGHT SON SOON YOU'RE GONNA BE DEAD
ALL OF A SUDDEN THERE WAS NO WIND OR RAIN
NO LIGHT OR NOISE NO FEELING NO PAIN
FROM A LIGHTNING BOLT CAME A MAN IN RED
SAID HE HAD COME FOR THE PREACHER AND HOBO
THEN MY EYES FLEW OPEN LYING WIDE AWAKE
CONFUSION IN MY HEAD BODY ALL ACHES
THEN INTO THE ROOM WALKED A GIRL IN LACE
STANDING BESIDE HER THE PREACHER AND HOBO
THE PREACHER AND HOBO
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Something In The Booze
04:30
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THERE’S SOMETHING IN THE BOOZE MY FRIEND
I THOUGHT I HEARD YOU SAY
IT ALL TASTES JUST LIKE SODA POP
THE BEER AND THIS WHISKEY
AND I CAN’T EVEN READ THE WRITING ON THE CAN
AND I DON’T KNOW WHERE THIS WHISKEY’S FROM
BUT IT AIN’T SCOTCH OR BOURBON
I’M FEELING JUST AS SOBER AS I WAS WHEN I CAME IN
TELL ME WHAT D’YA THINK IT TASTES LIKE
WHAT’S IN THE BOOZE MY FRIEND
WE’VE FINISHED OFF TWO CASES
OF THIS SO-CALLED EXPORT BEER
AND WE’VE NEARLY DRANK THE FOUR OR SOMETHING
BOTTLES THAT WERE HERE
BUT I DON’T FEEL ANY DIFFERENT FROM THE MINUTE I ARRIVED
I THOUGHT SOMETHING WAS DODGY WHEN I FIRST STEPPED INSIDE
THERE AIN’T THAT MANY OLDER FOLKS DRINKING IN THIS DIVE
TELL ME WHAT D’YA THINK IS IN THE BOOZE
TELL ME WHAT DOES IT TASTE LIKE
I REALLY THINK IT’S TIME FOR US
TO HEAD BACK TO THE HOTEL
I’LL PAY THE TAB YOU CALL A CAB
WE’LL GET BACK THERE IN NO TIME
THE CHICkS AND DUDES IN HERE SEEM TO ALL BE VERY YOUNG
THE WAY THAT THEY’RE ALL STARING MAKES ME WANNA RUN
I DON’T FEEL LIKE I’VE BEEN DRINKING I DON’T FEEL IT AT ALL
I THINK I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT'S IN THE BOOZE
AND IT AIN’T ALCOHOL
I THINK THEY KNOW WE’RE STRANGERS HERE
LET'S GO!
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The Chicago Saint Pt. 1
04:16
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USUAL MONDAY PLAYING TO A ROOM FULL OF DEAF FOLKS
WOULDN'T MIND BUT THERE'S NO GIRLS JUST A BAR FULL OF DRUNK BLOKES
STILL I GET TO PLAY JUST WHATEVER I FEEL LIKE
LETS ME TRY OUT NEW TUNES AND IT DON'T MATTER WHAT THEY SOUND LIKE
I'LL SING SOME SOUL AND MAYBE THROUGH IN A BIT OF COUNTRY
AIN'T GOT NO PREFERENCE AS LONG AS I LIKE IT
JUST AFTER NINE JOHN'LL COME IN AND WE'LL PLAY SOME JAZZ
YOU NEVER KNOW, OCCASIONALLY SOMEONE WILL GET UP TO DANCE
THERE'S NEVER TROUBLE BUT SOMETIMES YOU GET SOME NUTTER
WHO SHOULDN'T BE LET OUT ON HIS OWN
THE STAFF ARE HERE TO SERVE YOU YOUR BEER
THE LAST THING THEY NEED IS THIS CRAP
ON A MONDAY NIGHT
IT'S GETTING LATE AND I'VE HAD MY FILL OF FREE BEER
TIME TO MOVE ON TO SOME OTHER PLACE THINK I'LL LEAVE MY GEAR HERE
HEAD ON DOWN TO A PLACE THAT STAYS OPEN TILL LATE HEAD HOME AROUND 3
I'M A BIT OF A NIGHT OWL SATISFIED WITH MY OWN COMPANY
THEN IT ALL WENT WRONG SHE STARTED SINGING ONE OF MY FAVOURITE SONGS
BOUGHT ME IRISH WHISKEY
THAT WAS THE START OF MY DOWNFALL
THE CHCAGO SAINT x4
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Boy On A Bridge
03:04
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There's a boy on the bridge
Thinking 'bout jumpin'
His life's all over, far as he can tell
His wife's gone and left him
That familiar old story
That boy on the bridge is going thru' hell
There's a girl all alone
Sittin' at the station
Can't believe her lover was loving someone else
Sits with all she owns in a suitcase at her feet
That girl in the station's got a story to tell
The boy on the bridge
Starts thinking 'bout tomorrow
Steps back from the edge, gets a grip on life
Heads back into town
Steps into the station
Buys a newspaper
Hears the voice of his wife
"I knew you'd come get me,
and take me back home"
"I'm cold tired and scared,
don't like being alone"
The boy turns around, and smiles at the girl
Starts to walk over
Doesn't see the bus turnin’
Steps off the sidewalk to the screeching of brakes
He stares in the headlights
She knows it's too late
There's a girl all alone
Sittin' at the station
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The Chicago Saint Pt. 2
04:01
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SO WE HEADED OUT INTO THE NIGHT
UP THE HILL IN THE POURING RAIN
SHE SANG ALL THE WAY BACK TO MY DOOR
GETTING LOUDER IN THE STAIRWAY
SHE FILLED MY HEAD WITH HER FAVOURITE OLD SONGS
MOSTLY THE STONES AND FACES TOO
SHE SEEMED TO TALK ENOUGH FOR THE BOTH OF US
I JUST LISTENED WITH A SMILE AS I WATCHED
THE CHICAGO SAINT
SHE HUNG AROUND FOR A FEW DAYS
WATCHING SHOWS ON HER PC
I HAD NO OPTION I HAD TO WATCH THEM TOO
I DIDN'T WANT HER TO LEAVE
THEN SHE ASKED ME TO CALL HER A CAB
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE THIRD NIGHT
WHEN SHE LEFT I FELT TIRED AND STRANGE
BUT I COULDN'T SLEEP SHE CRAWLED THRU MY MIND
THE CHICAGO SAINT
GOT A CALL FROM HER LATE THE OTHER NIGHT
TOLD ME SHE WAS BACK IN TOWN
SHE ASKED IF I WAS STILL AT HOME
SHE WOULD MAYBE COME AROUND
WHEN SHE ARRIVED SHE WAS IN AN AWFUL MOOD
DIDN'T SEEM LIKE THE SAME GIRL TO ME
WAITED FOR AN HOUR AND SAID SHE HAD TO GO
SHOUTING RANDOM THINGS AS SHE WALKED DOWN THE STAIRS
THE CHICAGO SAINT
THE CHICAGO SAINT X 4
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Fallen Trees
04:15
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HEADING NORTHWARD OVER MOUNTAINS
TO A PLACE WHERE WE CAN REST
DOWN THROUGH VALLEYS CROSSING RIVERS
OVER BRIDGES TURNING LEFT
ALONG THE ROAD THAT'S BEEN WIDENED
MAKES IT EASIER TO PASS
SLOWER PEOPLE GOING NOWHERE
UP HERE THEY DON'T LIVE SO FAST
IN THE LAND OF THE FALLEN TREES
THINGS MOVE REAL SLOW
2 20 MILES FROM MY HOME CITY
IT'S A PLACE I LIKE TO GO
GETTING DARKER IN THE TWILIGHT
I'M JUST GLAD YOU KNOW THE WAY
NO STREET LAMPS ONLY MOONLIGHT
SURE LOOKS DIFFERENT IN THE DAYTIME
TURNING RIGHT INTO THE DRIVEWAY
UP THE STEEP HILL DAMAGED ROAD
BEEN BAD WEATHER OVER WINTER
I GUESS LOTS OF THINGS ARE BROKE
DRIVING SLOWLY BY THE FALLEN TREES
LYING SLEEPING ON THE RIGHT
WE DON'T WAKE THEM FOR THEIR SLEEP IS DEEP
THEY DON'T SEE US AS WE PASS
DRIVING SLOWLY BY THE FALLEN TREES
LYING SLEEPING IN THE NIGHT
WE DON'T WAKE THEM FOR THEIR SLEEP IS DEEP
THEY DON'T HEAR US AS WE PASS
IN THE MORNING MIST IS RISING
O'ER THE COLD MAJESTIC HILLS
SNOW CLOUDS FORMING IN THE DISTANCE
SWEEPING SLOWLY DOWN THE KYLE
STEPPING OUTSIDE IN THE CRISP COLD AIR
CREATURES RUN TO HIDE
THIS IS THEIR DOMAIN I'M TRESPASSING
I JUST CAN'T BELIEVE MY EYES
WALKING SLOWLY BY THE FALLEN TREES
LYING QUIET ALL AROUND
WIND WOULD WHISPER THROUGH THEIR BRANCHES ONCE
NOW THE FALLEN TREES MAKE NO SOUND
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38 Years
03:45
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38 YEARS, THE DIFFERENCE IN OUR AGES
YOU KNOW I'D GIVE MOST ANYTHING
TO TURN BACK SOME OF THOSE PAGES
SHE CAN HAVE ALL OF MY MONEY
SHE'S ALREADY GOT MY HEART
BUT 38 YEARS MIGHT BE TOO MUCH OF A HEAD START
SHE SAID SHE PLAYS THE TROMBONE
I SAID THAT'S ONE THING I DON'T
I PLAY GUITARS AND THINGS WITH STRINGS
AND I OWN A SAXOPHONE
SHE'S STUDYING PSYCHOLOGY
SHE'LL MAKE SOMEONE A GOOD FIND
BUT THE ONLY THING THAT'S BOTHERIN' ME'S
I HOPE SHE CAN'T READ MY MIND
38 YEARS, THE DIFFERENCE IN OUR AGES
YOU KNOW I'D GIVE MOST ANYTHING
TO TURN BACK SOME OF THOSE PAGES
SHE CAN HAVE ALL OF MY MONEY
SHE'S ALREADY GOT MY HEART
BUT 38 YEARS MIGHT BE TOO MUCH OF A HEAD START
FLAMING HAIR DOWN AT HER WAIST
BOOTS UP TO HER THIGHS
I FELT LIKE I WAS MELTING WHEN I LOOKED INTO HER EYES
MESMERISED JUST AIN'T THE WORD
IT'S PARALYSED FOR SURE
COULDN'T KEEP FROM A-WATCHING HER
WALKING UP AND DOWN THE BAR FLOOR
38 YEARS, THE DIFFERENCE IN OUR AGES
YOU KNOW I'D GIVE MOST ANYTHING
TO TURN BACK SOME OF THOSE PAGES
SHE CAN HAVE ALL OF MY MONEY
SHE'S ALREADY GOT MY HEART
BUT 38 YEARS MIGHT BE TOO MUCH OF A HEAD START
SHE'S MIGHTY GOOD LOOKIN'
A BEAUTY OF NATURAL WAYS
THE KIND OF WOMAN I'VE BEEN WAITIN' FOR ALL MY DAYS
TALENTED AND EDUCATED
AND I’M GLAD THAT SHE’S MY FRIEND
JUST 38 YEARS
I DON’T MIND SITTIN’ ON THE BENCH
SHE'S GONE AND CUT HER LONG FLAMING HAIR
TOO SHORT FOR ME BY FAR
SHE SAYS IT WILL GROW BACK FAST AND IT MATCHES HER NEW CAR
SHE SAYS SHE'S GOT A BOYFRIEND WHO I HAVE NEVER SEEN
SHE'S STILL MY FIRE-HAIRED, PSYCHO-ANALYST, TROMBONE BLOWING, BOOT WEARING, FAVOURITE, BEER SERVER IN THIS BAR
BUT THERE'S STILL..........
38 YEARS, THE DIFFERENCE IN OUR AGES
YOU KNOW I'D GIVE MOST ANYTHING
TO TURN BACK SOME OF THOSE PAGES
SHE CAN HAVE ALL OF MY MONEY
SHE'S ALREADY GOT MY HEART
BUT 38 YEARS MIGHT BE TOO MUCH OF A HEAD START
OF A HEAD START
38 YEARS
38 YEARS
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The Last Number
04:07
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IT'S A QUARTER PAST MIDNIGHT AND THE DANCE FLOOR'S STILL FULL
I'VE BEEN PLAYING FOR HOURS THINK I'VE GAVE THEM MY ALL
THE DRUNK AND THE LONESOME THE TIRED AND THE STONED
WHEN I CALL THE LAST NUMBER THEY'LL STILL SHOUT FOR MORE
I'VE BEEN PLAYING THESE DIVES NOW FOR THIRTY ODD YEARS
THE HIGH AND THE LOW THE NEAR AND THE FAR
THE OLD CLASSIC SONGS THEY ALL WANT TO HEAR
WITH A GUT FULL OF WHISKEY, AND EYES FULL OF TEARS
SO GOODNIGHT MY FRIENDS THIS IS THE LAST DANCE
THANKS FOR THE APPLAUSE AND THE ODD STRANGE REQUESTS
IT'S TIME TO GO HOME NOW BY TAXI OR BUS
BUT WHEN I'VE PLAYED THE LAST NUMBER YOU WON'T SEE ME FOR DUST
SO GOODNIGHT MY FRIENDS THIS IS THE LAST DANCE
THANKS FOR THE APPLAUSE AND THE ODD STRANGE REQUESTS
IT'S TIME TO GO HOME NOW BY TAXI OR BUS
BUT WHEN I'VE PLAYED THE LAST NUMBER YOU WON'T SEE ME FOR DUST
HERE I SIT BY MYSELF IN AN OLD RENTED ROOM
SAVES ME A LONG DRIVE BUT IT'S DAMP AND IT'S COLD
THE VOICE SOUNDS ALL CROAKY AND TIRED FROM THE STRAIN
I'LL JUST DRINK SOME MORE WHISKEY TO HELP EASE THE PAIN
SO GOODNIGHT MY FRIENDS THIS IS THE LAST DANCE
THANKS FOR THE APPLAUSE AND THE ODD STRANGE REQUESTS
IT'S TIME TO GO HOME NOW BY TAXI OR BUS
BUT WHEN I'VE PLAYED THE LAST NUMBER YOU WON'T SEE ME FOR DUST
SO GOODNIGHT MY FRIENDS I'VE PLAYED THE LAST DANCE
THE APPLAUSE HAS FELL QUIET AND THE WOMEN HAVE LEFT
I'M JUST FEELING OLD AND NEED SLEEP MORE THAN LUST
BUT WHEN I'VE PLAYED THE LAST NUMBER YOU WON'T SEE ME FOR DUST
WHEN I'VE PLAYED THE LAST NUMBER I'LL JUST MINGLE WITH THE DUST
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Raymie Wilson Glasgow, UK
Singer/Songwriter and multi-instrumentalist, Raymie’s music lies in various genres. Classic Rock, Country, Americana and others. He likes a lyric with a good story to it. Some factual, others pure fantasy. He is a keen advocate of the DIY ethos. Everything; writing, performing, recording, producing and artwork. Even burning and printing CDs. With other projects in the pipeline. Watch this space ... more
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