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Oh, oh, send up a rescue flare.
When the boats went out in August,
they rolled from side to side.
And I sat astride my Daddy's knee,
as land was lost to sight.
I imaged I was Pirate born,
with cutlass in my fist.
And as the cannons tore through bow and stern,
and never seemed to miss,
we sang….
Oh, oh, send up a rescue flare.
Oh, oh, send up a rescue flare.
Two days in, as a Pirate king,
my attention began to roam.
with our bulging hold, full of fish-flesh gold,
we set a course for home.
A sudden wail as a foreign sail,
appeared on starboard side.
I could hear the fear in my Daddy's voice,
when he said that I should hide.
He screamed,
Oh, oh, send up a rescue flare.
Oh, oh, send up a rescue flare.
Oh, oh, send up a rescue flare.
Oh, oh, send up a rescue flare.
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I would flee these shores for you,
until the time was right again.
I'd disappear to foreign lands,
where no-one knows my face or name,
My face or name.
And when I get to where I've gone,
I'll sit and write some words to you,
explaining how it wont be long,
until I send back home for you,
back home for you.
And so, here's, to you, again, my Lady Fayre.
And we, will never, speak again I fear.
And we'll sit, alone, and ponder on our lives.
If we, had spent, some time, in doing right.
Oh my.
And so I fled those shores for you,
and thought the time was right again.
I'd disappeared to foreign lands,
where no-one knew my face or name,
My face or name.
And when I got to where I'd gone,
I sat and wrote some words to you,
explaining it, would not be long,
until I sent back home for you,
back home for you.
And so, here's, to you, again, my Lady Fayre.
And we, will never, speak again I fear.
And we'll sit, alone, and ponder on our lives.
If we, had spent, some time, in doing right.
Oh my.
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Let's all set sail for Normandy,
With the sunlight in your eyes
Lets all set sail for Normandy,
I'll take you if I can
Hold me, watch me, marching off to war.
hear us screaming, hard to kill for more
roll them over, faces burnt with shame
hear them singing, 'never be the same.
Let's all set sail for Normandy,
With the sunlight in your eyes
Lets all set sail for Normandy,
I'll take you if I can
Hold me, save me, getting under way
see this, tyrant, cry for those who wait
all these, cravings, try to win some more
hurting, bleeding, tumbled into war.
Let's all set sail for Normandy,
With the sunlight in your eyes
Lets all set sail for Normandy,
I'll take you if I can
Let's all set sail for Normandy,
With the sunlight in your eyes
Lets all set sail for Normandy,
I'll come home, if I can
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Setting sail today, for sea, for glory.
Cutting through the waves, both proud, and bold.
A man in charge of men, in rank, in theory.
Leaving with the brave, to distant shores.
Pray to keep us safe, the tension mounts with every passing wave.
Twenty years of age, and many more to come I shouldn't doubt.
Away for just four days, when fortune floundered.
Danger in the waves, but we, survived.
Get those lifeboats in, the ship, she's done for.
And Stewart headed back, to grab, supplies.
Pray to keep us safe, a lifeboat as a home for six-teen days.
Twenty years of age, and many more to come are now in doubt.
oooh, oooh....
Surviving day to day, with no control now.
Many more to come, or will there be?
16 days alone, and fear besets us.
But each and every man, will make, their names.
Pray to keep us safe, a lifeboat as a home for sixteen days.
Twenty years of age, and many more to come are now in doubt.
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Well, they call me Hangin' Johnny
Away boys, away
They say I hang for money
So hang boys, hang
Well, first I hanged me mother
Away boys, away
Me sister and me brother
So hang boys, hang
Well, next I hanged me granny
Away boys, away
Well, I'd hang the Holy Family
So hang boys, hang
I am a rotten liar
Away boys, away
I’d hang the bloody Friar
So hang boys, hang
Well, I never hangs for money
Away boys, away
It's just that hanging's so bloody funny
So hang boys, hang
Oh, they calls me Hangin' Johnny
Away boys, away
But, I never hanged nobody
So hang boys, hang
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I miss my mothers voice, the one I've never heard.
I miss the way she'd smile, and call me 'little lord'.
I miss the warm embrace that she would give to me.
I miss my mothers face, the one I've never seen.
And I'm, sailing,
sailing home.
sailing to the isles,
I've never seen before.
I miss the way in which my father spoke to me,
I miss the teachings that I'll never get to see.
I miss the way he'd say that I was big and strong.
I miss the way I knew that he was never wrong.
And I'm, sailing,
sailing home.
sailing to the isles,
I've never seen before.
And I'm, sailing,
sailing home.
sailing to the isles,
I've never seen before.
Sailing to the isles,
I've never seen before.
sailing to the isles,
I've never seen before.
Sailing to the isles,
I've never seen before.
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Autumn Bay
03:12
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Fashion me a pipe of clay,
Show me where my mother lay.
Take me to that house of sin,
And pray to God that I don’t get in.
Were I not a man of class,
This could become a pretty pass.
I put aside my petty wants,
And instead embraced what I thought lost.
And we'll do, as we die, we'll drink this place dry
And we'll do, as we die, we'll drink this place dry, oh!
Better there or so they say,
So roll me down to Autumn Bay
Many years have passed since then,
And I've now become a bitter man.
What I once alluded to,
Is now the thing I'd never do.
And we'll do, as we die, we'll drink this place dry
And we'll do, as we die, we'll drink this place dry, oh!
Better there or so they say,
So roll me down to Autumn Bay
And we'll do, as we die, we'll drink this place dry
Better there or so they say,
So roll me down to Autumn Bay
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So this, dirty old town,
it sells flesh by the pound.
It creeps under your skin and pulls you in.
And there's a…
Man that I know,
says you reap what you sow.
Spends his days in decadance and sin.
So hold your
Hand, to your heart
We can smile and, weaken as we go.
And there's a,
Women I've seen
but she's not what she seems
Demure by day, by night she'll change her tune.
And there's a
Man that I know
says you reap what you sow
Spends his days in decadance and sin.
So hold your
Hand, to your heart
We can smile and, weaken as we go.
So this, dirty old town.
Hand, to your heart.
We can smile and, weaken as we go.
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You were caught in May upon the deck,
with Captains purse around your neck.
Pockets full and foul when checked,
so you'll kiss the gunners daughter.
You'd enlisted down in Autumn Bay,
where you drank and lied about your age,
and you signed your life and soul away,
and now you'll kiss the gunners daughter.
So away my lad, your fate is clear,
you've stolen coin for near a year,
and its time that you, should shed a tear,
so you'll kiss the gunners daughter.
I could hear them shout and curse my name,
whiskey throats, to-the-brim-with blame,
and I wondered if they'd risk the same,
when I kissed the gunners daughter.
And-so -I-sat in fear of the Bosun's yell,
and I shook and prayed within my cell,
for I knew I now, would go to hell,
when I kissed the gunners daughter.
ahhhh, ahhhh-ahhhh
When the hour arrived, I was called on deck,
My hands were tied , likewise my legs,
but I swore to never weep nor beg,
and I kissed the gunners daughter.
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The Deadly Winters Edinburgh, UK
Welcome to Folk-Rock at its finest - well-constructed melodies and lovingly crafted stories, part Folk-Rock, part Americana, with tales of sorrow, love, war and debauchery, in a very catchy, foot-tapping way. Creative 6-piece The Deadly Winters play some of the freshest, original and story-based music on the scene today. ... more
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