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The Man I've Become
03:44
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What did I dream of?
Who would I be?
Is the man that I aimed for
The man that you see?
I don’t know where I’m going
But I know where I’m from
I’m getting to know
The man that I’ve become
They say that each action
Of the every day
Either will make you
Or take something away
The further you go
The longer the return
I’m getting to know
the man that I’ve become
Life is a string of things you’ve won
And things you’ve lost
All that you’ve gained
Against all of the costs
The work of my father
The gift of a son
I’m getting to know
The man that I’ve become
I’m getting to know
The man that I’ve become
I’m getting to know
The man that I’ve become
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The Same Sea
04:12
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I meant to write sooner
But I’ve been busy of late
I wish I could fly
home on this page
I lost the job
Just the other day
I got there to find
someone had taken my place
I sit by the river
the river flows free
If we had boats we could float
to the very same sea
I bought an old squeeze box
It’s missing some keys
I play down the market
they seem to like me
Sometimes a child
Will dance to a song
Before mummy or daddy
will hurry them along
I look for lorries
that bear our nation’s name
I want to hide in the back
and see if I make it home
There’s a guy from back home
He explained it to me
They’re thinking of
kicking us out you see
And since he showed me
The signs that they wear
I’ve started to notice
Them everywhere
The wind from the west
It blows so strong
I wanna jump up high
And see if I make it home
Now that I know this
I’ve been playing every day
I think it’s time to return
It’s not going my way
And with each penny
They throw in the hat
I think they must hope
that I’m saving for that
In the tree by the window
I watch the young swallows
And when they depart
I wish I could follow
But the swallows are young
And their journey is long
I’ll give them this letter
And see if it makes it home
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I'm On Your Side
03:23
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The only war that’s worth the blood
And all the marching in the mud
Is one where neither side can deny
They’ve made a better world for you and I
Put yourself in the another’s shoes
You’ll see when you win, another will lose
Fortune will come and go like the tide
I’m on your side
Like the Chinese emperor’s famous plight
That he’d rid his enemies over night
And in the morn’ his council could not believe
To see his foes come round for tea
Put yourself in another’s place
You’ll find yourself easier to face
And in your foes you may confide
I’m on your side
And in my very own street, a man named Wag
His once fine suits all turned to rags
He recalls the war and the men he fought
And how they’re the only friends he’s got
Ally yourself with another’s words
And suddenly they don’t seem so absurd
You’ll find that truths are just like lies
I’m on your side
I’m on your side
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The Road Not Taken
03:25
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I’ve had my share of good times and bad
But they never told me as a lad
That you never get another look
Down the roads you never took
And to return and change your way
You’ll find it’s gone and there to stay
And still not get another look
Down the roads you never took
You may follow on down trampled routes
With heroes buried under foot
For we often tend to stay
Close to those who feel the same way
Down that road you’ll rue the day
You ever chose to come this way
You’ll never know the things forsaken
Down all the roads not taken
And the road it will not lengthen when
You go further, it will never end
You’re always standing at the start
Which too will vanish as you depart
I try my best to feel at ease
With all that’s blown by in the breeze
But now and then I am shaken
From a dream of all those roads not taken
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Of all the girls I’ve ever met
Not a single one remains and yet
I’ve loved each one and pledged to all
But new somehow we were bound to fall
You kill the one you love
Those Wildean words I often think of
Why do we burn what makes the brightest flame
The rose so sweet, the thorny cane
In every kiss we ever shared
With best intentions never spared
But every kiss was numbered by
Laws we tried our best not to abide
You only kill the one you love
The eagle rests in the nest of a dove
To build a home, never again to roam
The heart departs and goes alone
Of all the girls I’ve ever met
Only one remains and loves me yet
We talk of the past and long to be free
The irony that binds me and she
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The Family Tree
04:00
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Let’s say she’s the leaves that fall from the floor
The heavenly heartwood at the tree’s very core
Let’s say she’s roots that bide in the ground
Or the bark that protects all year round
In one sense gone and part of the air
In another preserved as just one more layer
But now in peace and forever free
But always part of the family tree
As each new bud adds weight to it’s branch
It makes grandparents from uncles and aunts
As each branch thickens, like a trunk it becomes
The back and the feet, the heart and the lungs
To a new branch who will choose its time
To point to the sun and start it’s climb
Or grow to strength or cease to be
Or start it’s own family tree
As the crown grows broader and further apart
It will always remain, at one at heart
We’ll be snowed under by our own blossom
And when one falls it will help to soften
And with each season a part will die
And fall to the ground where grandmother lies
And so she will know so I ask of thee
To take good care of the family tree
I once saw a tree split right open
It’s bark in tact but it’s heartwood broken
I looked above to see its head still strong
But at what cost and for how long?
How long will it be before the leaves will know
the heartache felt down below?
So for the buds and the blossom
Make a stand with me
To love and be loyal to the family tree
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The horse wears blinders so he can’t see to the side
A woman is veiled to make a worthy bride
You can’t catch two fish on the same line
The man who loves too much will lose every time
He who shoots straight but always looks away
He without faith but prays every day
If it bears no fruit it’s cut from the vine
The man who loves too much will lose every time
You can’t win a woman by showing your tears
The louder you shout, the less people hear
The heavier the heart, the harder the climb
The man who loves too much will lose every time
He says he doesn’t love you but he always asks for more
He invites you to a bed he’s made up by the door
He’ll read you the rules but he won’t let you sign
The man who loves too much will lose every time
Every cell will perish and all will be replaced
Memory will be passed on to a brand new face
She caught you looking for the past in an empty glass of wine
The man who loves too much will lose every time
The light will blind you if you stare too long
The heart will break if it feels too strong
Adam bit the apple and he died in his prime
The man who loves too much will lose every time
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I travel a lot
And I’ve often forgot
Of even the prettiest of places
Meet new people each day
“Keep in touch” we say
But they’re all just names without faces
So I started a routine
Of buying a postcard from every place I’ve been
And this land is filled
Next to rivers, on top of hills
With towns as pretty as can be
With names without fame
But with locals who claim
Some hero or legacy
And the pride of the land
Just sits on top like a crown
And I buy a postcard from every town
But there’s the sort of place
That I pass in haste
It just clings to the side of the road
And its heart is gone
Replaced by the road we’re on
Just trying hard to bear the load
And the only folks that remain
Were here long before the road came
And they meet your gaze
Only with a frown
There is no postcard for this town
The traffic rushes through
And I spy one of the few
Just sulking like a sunflower in the drought
Looking for what they’re owed
With a face like a stone on a roman road
And where you hear no splash
You’re left to drown
There is no postcard for this town
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I kissed her at the village dance
I’d sat next to her in class
On the bus home the windows steamed up
I wrote her name on the glass
But back at school
like a fool I moved too slow
Catch the biggest fish and let it go
She sent me upstairs to her bed
I heard her party down below
She went to the pub in her dressing gown
To steal me toilet roll
She said she never keeps anything that grows
Catch the biggest fish and let it go
She bought a one-way ticket
And packed her winter clothes
She’s got so much love to give
But to whom she never knows
And when I hesitated
She quickly found another
Catch the biggest fish and let it go
She could get a meeting with the pope
She’d fake death to jump the queue
But she never watered flowers
Because she liked to buy them new
They’ll come again after the winter’s snow
Catch the biggest fish and let it go
A kiss was like a dance to her
Something that friends can share
Her mother kept her boyfriends
In a cupboard under the stairs
There’s something broken in every home
Catch the biggest fish and let it go
Catch the biggest fish and let it go
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10. |
Welcome Home
03:33
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Got off the train, walked to my house
Long after everyone had all moved out
Knocked on the door, a stranger came
I held out my hand and gave my name
It meant little to him
And when I asked if I’d come in
I imagined my mother
At the top of the stairs
And the words she’d always say
Welcome home
Welcome home
Lay down your bags
Take off your coat
Welcome home
Dinner’s on the stove
Welcome home
And I woke from this dream
And it was not what it seemed
I was at home, I heard people
Just like it’d always been
I went down to the kitchen
They sitting round the tree
There was mum and dad, big sister
And babies at my feet
Welcome Home…
And just to sit there between them
And watch the children play
The more they pass, the more I savour
Each and every day
Christmas lights at the window
And it was pitch black by four
But there was little reason
To step out that door
Welcome home…
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Adam Beattie Scotland, UK
Scottish singer songwriter Adam Beattie has released 5 studio albums. His latest album ‘Somewhere Round The Bend’ received critical acclaim, "Uplifting reveries of love" - MOJO Magazine, "5/5 Master of powerful narratives” - RnR MAGAZINE, “8/10 “Stirring folk balladry” - THE LINE OF BEST FIT, “A very fine record, full of great moments” - RODDY HART, BBC RADIO SCOTLAND ... more
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