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Shooting Star
04:46
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All jobs come with stress, but,
have you ever thought as far
as the press that we put, upon a shooting star?
How fickle that we wish,
all our wildest dreams come true
only not to tell a single soul how we feel.
How simple would life be, if,
all we had to do was tell,
an object that we see, that,
started in the sky and fell
of the things amongst our dreams, we,
only wish that we could do and
suddenly they came, quite miraculously true
and all I wish in my quiet time
was you and me to be happy until this
chapter's through, it's our happy ending,
no more tears and no questions pending
and all I wish in my quiet time
was you and me to be happy until this
chapter's through, it's our happy ending,
no more tears and no questions pending now
A secret's not a lie,
not finding out just makes us cry
the truth will often hurt
not knowing it just makes it worse
and wishing on a star, doesn't seem to go as far
as saying I love you, for all you are and all you do
and all I wish in my quiet time
was you and me to be happy until this
chapter's through, it's our happy ending,
no more tears and no questions pending
and all I wish in my quiet time
was you and me to be happy until this
chapter's through, it's our happy ending,
no more tears and no questions pending now
There is nothing I love in this world
more than everything you are
and I'll forever be grateful that we
wished upon that shooting star
and there is nothing I love in this world
more than everything you are
and I'll forever be grateful that we
wished upon that shooting star
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2. |
Beeston's Hill
04:55
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It was one autumn morning, through misty skies
Dawns chorus calling the sun to rise over
Misty seas, and fallen leaves
While earth stood still, on Beeston's Hill
Church bells were peeling, their rousing call
Beckoning towns folk, one and all
To their holy place, their garden of grace
While earth stood still, on Beeston's Hill and
Entered ungodly a maiden fair
Skin of the moonstone & sea green hair
All her tangled curls filled with crabs and pearls
For she was no creature of this world
The church beadle noticed as in she crept
Eyes filled with thunder, and up he leapt
Raised his voice to shout, will you get y'arn out
This church ain't no place for the likes of a mermaid
Yet un-deterred still, she entered in
Sat at the first pew, repents her sins and with
Closing eyes, there she quietly dies
And raised with god's grace to heaven, and
The mermaid in question can still be found
Carved to the pew where her soul is bound as the
Town folks way, to recall the day
That earth stood still on Beeston's Hill
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3. |
Shoot the Bear
03:36
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But first we'd need material to see our music win
So I screwed up my to do list, and aimed it at the bin
The wordings in his email
Stood out like Rudolph's nose in hail
And written in such clear detail
Shoot the bear
Don't take my title literally it's just a metaphor
For putting down a way of life you never could adore
Before time takes it's toll and spirals you into a bore
Shoot the bear, don't try it, try it, shoot the bear
Don't get me wrong, I'm not someone who'll tell you what to do
And certainly don't take a gun and shoot a bear or two
These creatures have a right to their
Existence in zoo keepers care
Or in the wild jungles where
They wouldn't stop to think about killing you for their tea if they were hungry and just about to hibernate; if that's what bears do
Don't take my title literally it's just a metaphor
For putting down a way of life you never could adore
Before time takes it's toll and spirals you into a bore
Shoot the bear, don't try it, try it, shoot the bear
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4. |
Lost at Sea
02:56
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Lost at sea
In a hamlet but 12 miles north of a town
On a night both foul & fair
3 men set their sights upon the sea
To meet their fortune there
All 3 were local fishermen
All were capable, all were brave
But nothing could prepare them now
For natures mighty wave
Horsey's an unfamiliar place
Where boulder strewn beaches lie
Protecting Norfolk's low lying land
from the torture of the tides
Across for some hundred yards or more
Of marshy wasteland lay
A wreck of what was a worthy ship
Only yesterday, and
3 more water graves, no one will be saved
From the peril's of Horsey's great waves
A brother of the captain watched
As the nameless ship returned
With a cargo full of nets and gear
And a fortune they had earned
Yet only 80 yards short of the shore
The ship began to dive
Turned turtle and came keel uppermost
Swallowed by the tide, and
3 more water graves, no one will be saved
From the peril's of Horsey's great waves
The village laid in silent wait
As the bodies of the 3
But fathers grand and husbands
Were forever lost at sea
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5. |
Gypsy
04:14
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Chasing our tails on a full and moonlit night
Winter waves a'crashing, stars a'shining bright
The stumble home began anew with strangers hand in hand
A slow and casual amble to return unto our land
The liquor was strong and sufficient,
raising spirited souls into flight
She crept closely behind us but not so we could tell
A sound within a silence, a linger with no smell
Her hair was black as evil, and her green eyes hinted calm
With mystery and magical where silver crossed her palm
We felt the felt feeling that followed
As it dawned on us what we had found, falling for a gypsy
Eleven years she stayed with us for little more than food
A simple bed to rest her head though very seldom used
A shelter on a rainy day, a spot laid by the fire
And no attempts to stray from us and no hints of desire
Before her we had nothing missing
Though we may not feel complete again, fallen for a gypsy
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6. |
B1159
03:02
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B1159
Gonna drive this old Sierra down the B1159
Sure there may be faster routes that could take half the time
The kids have almost gone insane the wife & I don't mind
Gonna drive this old Sierra down the B1159
On our way back from Nottingham to see family & friends
Staying with the in-laws sure drives you round the bend
But instead of heading straight back home to bring pain to an end
Gonna take the longest route I can; through Bacton, Sidestrand, Overstrand, it's such a kinda local joke
Gonna drive this old Sierra down the B1159
Sure there may be faster routes that could take half the time
The kids have almost gone insane the wife & I don't mind
Gonna drive this old Sierra down the B1159
Got held right up through Grantham and boy I swore & cursed
Yelled, don't you know I've got to go, and M's dying of thirst
But the 47 through Kings Lynn is too direct at first
And the speed limit is much to quick "it's 60 at its worst"
I'm Gonna drive this old Sierra down the B1159
Sure there may be faster routes that could take half the time
The kids have almost gone insane the wife & I don't mind
Gonna drive this old Sierra down the B1159
Back when we were courting we would used to come this way
fuel back then was half a crown & you paid the bloke in hay
& fish & chips at Potter Heigham & Nelson place to play
Dominoes with uncle Rod a legend round this way
I'm Gonna drive this old Sierra down the B1159
Sure there may be faster routes that could take half the time
The kids have almost gone insane the wife & I don't mind
Gonna drive this old Sierra down the B1159
Was chatting with our landlord about a week ago
Told him of our journey home, the route we liked to go
And he paused, for a minute, thinking something up y'know
And all that he retorted was "that's not the way to go"
I'm Gonna drive this old Sierra down the B1159
Sure there may be faster routes that could take half the time
The kids have almost gone insane the wife & I don't mind
Gonna drive this old Sierra down the B1159
Gonna drive this old Sierra down the B1159
If it's the last thing I do before my kids kill me
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7. |
Always Time
04:13
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I've never been overly gracious at handling lateness
there aren't many times I remember it turning out well.
The sense of despair when you know you're not there
at the time and the place that you'd promised to be,
well I guess that it gives me another short story to tell
so I might as well
There are parts of my life I accept I am sort of obsessive
anyone who's seen my wardrobe would have to agree
But lateness annoys me, inside it destroys me
my patience elludes me in times of despair
where there's always that person who'll offer their advice to me,
quite sincerely
That there's always time
One who gave such advice was a serial offender
she came into the world late decided to keep up the act
was late when we me, claimed to always forget
was reliable in that they never were there
god only knows how they ever not found themselves sacked
and how thats a fact!
But there's always time
I've been dressed for hours
you've not even showered
I'm dying for something to eat
A date out for dinner's
a regular winner
but if we're any later we won't get a seat
I don't want to go now
we've missed half the show now
wasn't this evening a treat?
well... no.
So we'll play this scenario out once again with a difference,
when you didn't take on any other agenda's as well
and right from the outset were honest about
getting ready to leave with just seconds to spare
then maybe I'd give you these gracious and true words of mine
at that time
That there's always time
We're equally ready
the build ups been steady
we've both had a nice glass of wine
We'll walk in the nice way
the riverside pathway
a favourite of both yours and mine
A wonderful night
with no stressing, no fighting
even the food was just fine,
and yes we arrived on time.
There's always time...
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8. |
Pantomime
03:50
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Pantomime
To set the scene,
times are hard for a king & queen
Both let down by the ones who'd been
Trusted to them, it's the frailty of men
And out to sea
Sails a prince and his company
Seeking treasure & destiny
Heading for land with a sword and a plan
And seconds, tick away
While mountains, stand tall in our way
We are, saviours, drifting astray
While the hero waits in line, it's all part of the pantomime
We reach act two
There's a princess so hard done to
How do we all feel bad for you?
Given all you ask for and left still wanting more
Try a day
Living life Cinderella's way
'Til our Prince comes and saves the day
Happy thereafter and sharing your laughter
And seconds, tick away
While mountains, stand tall in our way
We are, saviours, drifting astray
While the hero waits in line, it's all part of the pantomime
Society
Isn't so far detached for me
Spoilt children see poverty
Through giant tv's & on blue Ray DVDs
And wouldn't we
One day all like to look and see
Multi-cultural harmony
Where kindness wins applause and hard work reaps rewards
And seconds, tick away
While mountains, stand tall in our way
We are, saviours, drifting astray
While the hero waits in line, it's all part of the pantomime
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9. |
Uncommon Ground
03:27
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Thinking back to days gone by
With open fields and open skies
Open minds no questions why
Long before, you reached new shores
And we had found, uncommon ground
Lately we have seen such change
Kids and partners re-arranged
Priorities that seemed so strange
Long before, you reached new shores
And we had found, uncommon ground
I used to think that we would play
together til our distant days
Share the things that we would see,
And be there til eternity
Travelled over foreign sand &
visit every distant land but
Sadly we would say, life got I the way
Brother let's step back in time,
and play the games we used to find,
Amusing in our childish minds
Long before, you reached new shores
And we had found, uncommon ground
But everything that we could say'd
have gotten in our friendship's way
& torn us further still apart
& finished off our broken hearts
It's what made us what we've become,
we stared fear in the face and won
We're stronger in the end
My brother & my best friend
Let gaps between stand aside
Enchanting memories be our guide
Because no ocean is too wide
For you and me, we will see,
That we have found, our common ground
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10. |
Norman Wood
04:27
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I’d like to tell a story it’s a tale of Norman Wood
I’d like to tell a story it’s a tale of Norman Wood
He learned his trade up by the sea
in a tiny place called Turnery
to be the best that he could be
This is his tale Norman Wood
(Norman Wood)
He played to earn his money and he toured the world in style
He played to earn his money and he toured the world in style
His blend of youth and talent should
have turned into a life that could
have made his dreams all well and good
This is his tale Norman Wood
(Norman Wood)
You’ll find a small shop keeper on an island far from here
You’ll find a small shop keeper on an island far from here
What started out a simple art
could soon turn a career apart
and leave him right back at the start
You’ve got this far and now you're wondering how this story came to me
what could connect a simple skilled musician and shop keeper by the sea
(Norman Wood)
Chris I think I’ve found him he’s the perfect young trainee
Chris I think I’ve found him he’s the perfect young trainee
his blend of youth and talent will
develop and excel until
upon my needs he doth fulfil
How was I to break free from the torture and restraint that there would seem
have me in a darker place, unhappy chasing after someone else's’ dreams
(Norman Wood)
One day I just got honest and I didn’t want to stay
One day I just got honest and I didn’t want to stay
upon my heels I turned my back
pulled down my case began to pack
returned down that familiar track
and there I said goodbye to Norman Wood
You may be very happy you may do something you love
You may be very happy you may do something you love
but if you can relate to this take heed and make sure you don’t miss
your opportunity for bliss
and end up in a tale of Norman Wood
(Norman Wood)
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11. |
Toughest Part
05:39
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Grateful is how I'd describe
The feelings that come from inside
Of looking back on happier days
Admiring all the progress that we made
4 years is such a long time
To make up and break up our minds
The toughest of decisions
Are the ones we're offer clearest of
I'm sorry, I couldn't say goodbye
I've cried those terry I couldn't cry
I never meant to hurt you, but deep inside I know
We knew this wasn't right
Changes are hardest to make
As gradually hearts start to break
Even all the continents
Broke up and went their own way own way over time
Memories are all that survive
Of feeling loved and feeling alive
What more could we want I guess
The best we get is feeling blessed
I'm sorry, I couldn't say goodbye
I've cried those terry I couldn't cry
I never meant to hurt you, but deep inside I know
We knew this wasn't right
Musical interlude
Life might be better by far
We'll deal with the house & sell on the car
But the toughest part of all to take
Was getting back that ring I gave you
I'm sorry, I couldn't say goodbye
I've cried those terry I couldn't cry
I never meant to hurt you, but deep inside I know
It's time to say goodbye
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Addison's Uncle Norwich, UK
Addison's Uncle are a Stampy English Folk Ensemble from Norfolk. Since finding out about becoming an Uncle, singer-
songwriter Philip Pearson has written his 21st century folk story; telling honest, personal stories of family, childhood & home.
Philip - singing, strumming and kicking
Georgia Shackleton - fiddle and vocals
Aaren Bennett - guitar & vocals
James Maas - Ukulele
Joe Hartley - Bass
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