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Colours Of A Clown
05:12
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The sky above the interchange, I saw five horsemen there
Saddled up and waiting for the rising smoke to clear
There's an echo down the mountain ringing in my ears
Singing for the lost and broken
Spurs they shine like silver forged in a distant flame
Coins replace the ragged wheels to soften all the pain
Spectral, proud and patient in the mist that turns to rain
Waiting for that last order spoken
Some will walk the high road, some will walk the low
Some will rise on clouds of hope while fires rage below
Some will wear their medals on the inside of their gown
Some will swing from monuments in the colours of a clown
Feeling so downhearted, can't see the river from the road
I look back at the fading flat, the traffic's heavy load
Careless knots caught in the wires, static on the radio
Static on a country station
Some will walk the high road, some will walk the low
Some will rise on clouds of hope while fires rage below
Some will wear their medals on the inside of their gown
Some will swing from monuments in the colours of a clown
There's a a picture in my pocket, carried it for years
It's worn around the edges, it's faded but so clear
You said that you would wait for me and you pushed away the tears
I haven't seen you in a long time
Some will walk the high road, some will walk the low
Some will rise on clouds of hope while fires rage below
Some will wear their medals on the inside of their gown
Some will swing from monuments in the colours of a clown
The colours of a clown
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Running From Shadows
04:35
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The sky falls in the city of beaches and walls
Pretty blue water and trembling shores
Behind the tired newsstand with the pages unread
He walks with the wolves and disease in his head
The sangria flows and the dust it blows
Through the streets of little Portugal, he jumped the last train
He don't have no ticket and he don't care about it
He don't run for shelter at the first sign of rain
He'll leave again tomorrow
He'll leave again today
Still running from shadows
The cold crazy eyes of a dark saviour come to steal him away
He wears a rosary tied to his wrist
Sweet crystal incense held tight in his fist
He looks to the heavens and he wonders what for
Does that paradise have a ceiling, does that paradise have a door?
Leave again tomorrow
Leave again today
Still running from shadows
The cold crazy eyes of a dark saviour come to steal him away
He walks past the cathedral surrounded in barbed wire
Past the temple of Buddha, walls sixteen feet high
He follows the coffin from the church to the graveyard
All that black, all that weeping
He tries hard to cry as he listens to conversations
Takes in the false praises and the cup that's raised and the phoney goodbyes
Leave again tomorrow
Leave again today
Still running from shadows
The cold crazy eyes of a dark saviour come to steal him away
Leave again tomorrow
Leave again today
Still running from shadows
The cold crazy eyes of a dark saviour come to steal him away
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Same Beating Heart
04:21
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Saw the ghost of Brenda Behan laughing
Watched as he blew the head of a pint of beer
Dancing on tables, a rascal and ragged
Shooting his mouth like some crazed fusilier
And all those boys in the wrong colours
They all look the same as they stand in the dark
Are you the enemy, are you my brother, he said
Yes, you're the enemy
With the same beating heart
Losing his head in the City of New York
Cronies on TV play mockery games
I'm drinking for Ireland, I'm drinking for freedom
I'll drink 'til the rivers start flowing again
And all those boys in the wrong colours
They all look the same as they stand in the dark
Are you the enemy, are you my brother, he said
Yes, you're the enemy
With the same beating heart
It must be wonderful to be free
Walked down the gangway past the detective
Got on the train for Dublin
Dublin is singing, Dublin is crying
Down in Monto the tricks turn for years
I've had my jaw busted and I've choked on the skilly
And the old triangle still burns in my ears
And all those boys in the wrong colours
They all look the same as they stand in the dark
Are you the enemy, are you my brother, he said
Yes, you're the enemy
And all those boys in the wrong colours
They all look the same as they stand in the dark
Are you the enemy, are you my brother, he said
Yes, you're the enemy
With the same beating heart
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Land Of Ice And Snow
04:22
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I made my bed, I slept down there
I looked for you almost everywhere
But somehow, you looked for me in all the wrong places
Slid around on hard, black ice
The ground rose up and hit me twice
The third time came, I knew the game
Was fast and curious and faceless
Chorus:
Put away your ice-pick at the edge of the crevasse
Don't go climbing frozen waterfalls
You'll fall to the abyss
You had your spikes, you had your sled
You cut the rope, left me for dead
But I forgave and I forgive
This land of ice and snow
Amundsen or was it Scott?
Down in the land that time forgot
I thought it was survival
Not some kind of human machination
Down in the land of the distant sun
I see the pictures, the hues all run
Maybe it was sepia
Or some kind of other colour fascination
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Sweet Time
04:41
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We live in this town
The smoke settles down
Looks like fear or favour
The plastic, the gold
The pioneer soul
The cards under the table
She comes with a twirl
News of the world
She talks to me in dark corners
With a twist she is gone
The night rattles on
The platitudes mix with the morning
Chorus:
Make mine sweet time
We'll travel the whole world over
Make mine sweet time
With the fair heart of a rover
And silence it seems
Was just one golden dream
Or one golden egg to plunder
There are those that stand
With their heads in their hands
Beneath the weight of the thunder
The merry go round
With the sights and the sound
And the damned roll around in the gutter
So tall on the screen
The last cowboy scene
The sunset
The broken heart lover
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There are angels on the borders
Distant bells they peal and chime
It’s Christmas Day in Sydney town
On my own for the first time
And in the north the sky turns grey
There’s a promise of some rain
There’s a promise of some peace on earth
Peace on earth again
And we’re waking from our sleep
And we’re uncovering the cheer
The sun’s over the yardarm
Let’s go reaching for that first beer
There’s something there familiar
Something like waiting for a train
Waiting for some peace on earth
Peace on earth again
And I saw you when you reached so high
I was there when you would fall
All the blessings, all the castaways
All the fault lines, the applause
It’s Christmas Day in Sydney Town
On this day I feel it all
On this day I see it all
There’s a message comes from the Philippines
From Dublin and Dubai
Lots of love sent up from Melbourne
From Uluru as the crow flies
The wires are full of memories, passed along a chain
Passed along with peace on earth
Peace on earth again
And I saw you when you reached so high
I was there when you would fall
All the blessings, all the castaways
All the fault lines, the applause
It’s Christmas Day in Sydney Town
On this day I feel it all
On this day I see it all
In the twilight
Did you walk in circles
‘Til you faded from sight?
And the storm falls like a mystery
And soaks the common ground
On decorated houses, in this decorated town
Above the tar, the song flies far
And settles in the lanes
Settles with some peace on earth
Peace on earth again
And I saw you when you reached so high
I was there when you would fall
All the blessings, all the castaways
All the fault lines, the applause
It’s Christmas Day in Sydney Town
On this day I feel it all
On this day I see it all
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Steph Miller and the Winter Station Sydney, Australia
Known nationally and internationally for his work in Roaring Jack and Eva Trout, Steph Miller has been performing his own songs, solo and in bands, for many years. The Winter Station brings together a fluid studio collaboration of top players from Sydney and regional New South Wales. ... more
Steph Miller and the Winter Station recommends:
Daylight is Bleeding
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An album by former The Scream bandmate, Michael Bates, recording as visiting aliens. Michael co-produced the debut Railplane EP.
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For a change of pace listen to Winter Station's drummer Tully Ryan's work with Sydney ensemble GODTET.
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The debut EP from Railplane - Steph Miller, Stephen Mitchell and Edmond Kairouz.
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