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Nice
04:18
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Nice
There's hope in every dawn and every walk we take together/
So walk and we can stop to see the lazy people gather/
I'll smile and in your hazy recollections see my picture/
The sun is only slight and as the city stirs I whisper/
Soothe my shaken heart/
Those days are so long gone that it's just faith that I can muster/
Come grasp it so it throws us back to glimpses of the summer/
Indifferent to me then but you could not resist the future/
We let those fantasies carry us further from my fear/
Soothe my shaken heart/
See her and I know I'm loved so/
Wheel away from shadows/
See her and I know I'm loved so/
Time enough to let go/
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Manchester
03:12
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Manchester
In the long sun, you can play in the street til the dark comes/
You are safe son, you are safe son, you are safe son/
You make up worlds that you rule then, you break them/
You don't look past the horizon, more fool them/
Though you don't fear isolation, you'll need a friend/
As the days passed, hours even, slow/
Were never bare without you/
Then an instant, 30 yrs ago/
I seemed to know how much I'd missed you/
And it's still so, it's careless where we're thrown/
I'm just left words where once I sat with you/
On the waste ground by your house/
We would lay down/
Take the rain and hold it out/
To the night time/
What I said I don't recall/
But I meant it/
We would wait for one chance to be/
Less innocent/
And we couldn't stop the night/
After hours an early light came/
We wouldn't be as close again/
Now we drift and sway great friend/
You make up worlds that you rule then, you break them/
You don't look past the horizon, more fool them/
Though you don't fear isolation, you'll need a friend/
Those times in the streets feel content, they are frozen/
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Knutsford
03:11
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Knutsford
Let's run again, in those flat fields/
We trip we stumble, heady in the sunshine/
We're young again, in those flat fields/
Get the fallow soil under our fingernails/
Scratch and claw/
And struggle to recall/
All too beautiful to believe/
But it was real/
All those years/
A few pictures still/
Your caustic grin/
A moment you could win/
Bent double thin/
And crawling from your skin/
I scratch and claw/
And struggle to recall/
Dear friend/
You're far away/
So I suspend/
This hazy day together/
Don't crack my smile/
Don't brake my stride/
We're so alike/
There's risks to dream and be smothered/
So run free in those flat fields/
Until you're out of site/
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Liverpool
04:26
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Liverpool
I'll fly by those nets, to a space without wanting/
And for now no regrets, in this city you're nothing/
And I wonder to see it rising/
Look around and there's no horizon/
Though this city is dark and frozen/
So we wade in together, and hold on/
We'll fly by those nets, to a space without wanting/
We can shake off regrets, in a moment of rebellion/
It felt passionate/
In our frenzy/
We were feverous/
In my fury/
And my fury/
Exorcised your weight/
We'll fly by those nets, to a space without wanting/
We will give up regrets, in this city you're nothing/
When we part as we came, I tell you/
There's no harm in your pain, to burn through/
I'd no voice left to shout, you're not true/
I'm so glad of it now.
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Leeds
03:15
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Leeds
You are not the one that I will see as I am falling over/
The crowded streets are reeling as they drop their nervous shelter/
Now you’re with friends
Each of us will love the other swimming in the misty night/
We’re jumping deep in into the filthy city’s yellow light/
Surrounded by fighting/
Soaked and smiling/
None of us are honest, but careless so we won’t believe/ They’ll be an end to it, they’ll be any end to it/
Our dizzy control is hungry for more debauchery, debauchery, debauchery/
(But you) Fumble when you tell me why x3/
We both lie (NO)/
Don’t let me convince you, it’s not true/
Those nights we could hide what we knew/
And play the fool/
None of us are honest, I don’t know when you’ll find me out/
There’s nothing past this, there’s nothing past this/
We sit together, we watch the city arm in arm/
And we can hold that, and we can hold that/
Farewell that night/
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Bristol
05:07
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Bristol
After the party's over, it's time to come home/
After the party's over, it's time to come home/
Each fumble, roll and spin, they weren't empty then/
I treasured that thoughtless din, insignificant/
But now that I'm not beholden, the days float/
Cast off and row the ocean, you sink if you don't/
The torrents you bring my dear, they are coming near/
I'm waving not drowning here, though I'm full of fear/
I'm scared of the deep below, more scared if the water's shallow/ x4
Rootless when you float/ x6
We dance as we drift on the ocean/
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The Impulse Powers Manchester, UK
A music and writing project, which mines my personal history to try to move past painful or negative
memories.
These songs and poems confront and then re-inscribing adverse experiences, to try to find acceptance, solace, or even glimpses of joy in dark times.
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