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Smile: The Ballad of Dave & Jean
Smile, smile, smile, smile
Photo chrome don’t you lie
Butterfly in a sepia sky
The Waterfront and Chinatown
My camera stole your heart, took your soul
Open up that family book
Damn your fate but bless your luck
Every photographs’ a life
A shadow taken wings
Some win, some just feign
Innocence, we played that game
Kicking down the dead of night
One day this poor smile will hide away
Here you are at seventeen
Beautiful, the Harpers Queen
Every photograph’s a life
Just us growing up
Say hello, say goodbye
Stick around, ‘we could try’
Making money in our dreams
Don’t ask me where I’m going now, I’m going now
Cousin Jack and Uncle Jill
Witty pleats and little frills
Every photograph a life
That’s never clear enough
Photo chrome don’t you lie, butterfly in a sepia sky
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Cloudless
03:18
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Cloudless
Cloudless - I wanted it to rain
Cloudless – things will ever change
All around the chosen there’s paint and wax
Circus clowns, animals - acrobats
Who cares if you are winning?
In the dark, I can see you grinning
Rising a foot off the floor
Cloudless - summer is here again
Cloudless- winter rearranged
So, climb upon my back, hold on tight
You don’t know what’s wrong or right
Who cares who is winning?
Our lives, they keep on spinning
Don’t let one of us fall
Middle
Hey preacher you can sit and sigh
But keep these harvest-moon’s passing by
I may not ever give you away
So, remember- remember
To look above you - it’s cloudless
Things will ever change
Cloudless
Things won’t stay the same
Coda:
Don’t you run, don’t you hide,
All the love you keep inside
It’s cloudless
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Upside Down
03:28
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Upside Down
With my bag on my back but you are not packed
Time travels light on its own
When they call out my flight
on this warm southern night
I get up and stand right in line
Must a fool still wave goodbye
Wait forever but it’s kind of all
Upside-down,
We're all Upside Down,
We're all Upside Down
From Jackson to Maine then London again
The green apron lights pass me by
Through cloud base then home
Where birds sound like phones
Hey, are you there, on your own?
Now it’s time to fly our red balloons
Chase them wildly through the night
To get close we must let go
Smile forever but you know
It’s all upside down,
We're all upside down
We're all upside down
We're all upside down
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Saturday
04:41
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Saturday
Saturday,
The TVs on
They have taken some guy for ransom
So you had better pay
Or he’s got 24 hrs left to go
Before he gets—his-own-place—on-the-show
That they’ll make, that they’ll make
On Saturday they’re selling love in-a-box
With-a-ribbon
That you save
Four and you get yourself free
More and you get the TV
And reality, and reality
But when we walk between the raindrops
That fall on all our lives
The space between the raindrops
Is called paradise
So take me there, one more time
But the more I see you
The less I care
On Saturday, on Saturday, on Saturday
We turn the TV …
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She Comes and Goes
02:55
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She Comes and Goes
Wasting my day, I’m nine to five-ing
Wasting my life this way
I don’t want to be here,
Like something left behind
Lonely is a stranger,
Asleep within a mind
Going away how hard you made it
But going away is fine
So, if today you find her, tell her where I am
I might be a child tonight,
But she, might want the man
Cutting in line for the love she’s giving
Seeing her move away
And when she thinks I’m watching,
She slips inside her style
Cut’s loose from the promise,
She’s free for a while
There she goes
And if you can't get what you want
You might get what you need
Everybody wants to be someone
Then silence calls, as loud as a bell
Give your heart, love’s imploding
Ooh, she comes and goes
Ooh, she comes and goes
Ooh, she comes and goes
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Walking Through Walls
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Walking Through Walls
In summer lines
Where fields of corn
Sway in sweet refrain
On city streets where lives have gone
Only savage hearts remain
Walking, keep walking, walking through walls
Walking, keep walking, walking through walls
Oh, you made the choice now feel the love
Press a life in thought
Come on, shout it loud
Still kneeled and bowed
But don’t you spill my blood
Walking, keep walking, walking through walls
No need to fight, or hold your hands high
Sweet December frost cannot fade our smiles
And I love this life why should I lie?
In my dreams there are …
Still bright rows of anthems wave
In red, green white and blue
Come on, see them off - now blow a kiss
Safe, the moments truth
Walking, keep walking, walking through walls
Walking keep walking, walking through walls
Walking ...
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To Lie Right Here
03:50
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Lie Right Here
At morning song you hold me
This blushing night
It fades so slowly
On silver bark
The frost lies still
For I don’t keep a score
We’ve played this game before
So I just want to lie right here
I just want to lie right here
In your arms
Still we laugh as we
Watch the stars and sea
Wave or drown?
They seem the same to me
Let’s kiss our time or fly
In the cradle of the night
So I just want to lie right here
I just want to lie right here
In your arms
Don’t know how, don’t know why
When I feel your heart
Beating next to mine
My my - I sense your doubt
Captured in a sigh
From a spinning palette of smiles
So, I just want to lie right here
In your arms
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Castaways
03:27
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Castaways
Castaways, are coming home
White sand on our lips
We’re coming home
Calling birds in Seagull Square
Hear the town clock strike the hour
Orange light, the rushing sky
Fairgrounds deckchairs, and goodbyes
Castaways - are coming home –
White sand on our lips
Carve her name in shifting sand
Harbingers are painting flowers
Seaweed wash along the shore
Upturned boats sleep on the floor
Castaways, are coming home –
White sand on our lips
Salt lines taint your kiss
Now this old town
Took my heart
I’m a castaway like you
We’re coming home
Cast, oh cast, oh castaway
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The Girl at Charing Cross Station (Pax)
Seats are all taken
It’s Friday night
At Charing Cross Station
When I first catch sight of you
Standing alone
Am I dreaming?
A trick of the light?
Nothing’s changed,
You look the same
Then you slip away
The girl on the train looks like you
She’s looking back so I smile too
Though I hurt you—now I’m sated
Stop this war—kill the hatred
Slow and slow, slow and slow
Let’s go out tonight and sail out into the light
The girl on the train looks like you,
She’s looking back so I smile too
A thousand faces, this rain is burning
Run for cover, our platform’s turning
Slow and slow, slow and slow
Let’s go out tonight and step out into the light
God it’s such a pain—spending half our lives
Going round in circles, but we keep on running, Why?
Because you never know who you might find
But which train are you on?
Which train are you on?
Which train are you on?
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Gary Hurlstone UK
I tell stories - work created over years of performing and writing. Thematically this can include just about
anything!
In a varied and colourful career, I have also busked on the Chinese underground, been banned from playing festivals by the PRC Communist Party, sang at the opening of a Kitchen Appliance Shop and appeared second on the bill to a singing dog! All character building stuff.
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