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Animal Fear
01:59
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Animal fear, animal fear, animal fear and stress and worry
Animal fear, animal fear, but do animals ever hurry
Animal fear in my walk, in my talk, in my blood
Animal fear in my speed, in my need to succeed
Animal fear, animal fear, animal fear and stress and worry
Animal fear, animal fear, but do animals ever hurry
They only hurry in pursuit
In pursuit of good food
Animal fear, animal fear, animal fear and stress and worry
Animal fear, animal fear, but do animals ever hurry
If they don’t want to become food –
Otherwise, not so much.
Do you have to hurry
Do you have to hurry
Up the escalator, are you running for your life
Do you have to hurry
Do you have to hurry
Up the escalator, are you running for your food
Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock….
Animal fear, animal fear, animal fear and stress and worry
Animal fear, animal fear, but do animals ever hurry
Animal fear widens your eyes
Drives your footsteps
Drives your life
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Flamenco With The Crows
01:43
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Tap tap tap go the crows outside the window
Tap tap goes the wind
Tap tap tap to the park and back from the park
Tap tap goes the crow
Dancing flamenco with the crows
Tap tap tap tap on the concrete
Dancing flamenco with the crows
On the pavement looking for crow feet
Tap tap tap, tap tap tap
Flamenco with the crows
Dancing in the rain
Dancing not in pain
Tap tap tap in the crow’s eyes
Tap tap tap tap, wisdom lies
Tap tap tap tap in the crow’s feet
Tap tap tap tap you can feel the beat
Tap tap tap tap there goes my heart
In the wind, in the wind
Tap tap tap tap there went my heart
Went ahead of me
Tap tap tap goes the crow outside the window
Tap tap goes the rain
Flamenco beat is in my heart
And tap tap tap here I dance
Dancing, in the rain, in the rain
As if nothing can really matter
Dancing feeling no pain
On the pavement, in the gutter
With the crows
With the crows
With the crows
Tap tap tap
Tappity tap
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(intro)
There is a girl at work
I work with her
There is a girl at work – oh
She said to me the other day
“You’re not a wonder woman type”
Oh, there is a girl at work
There’s some people on the street
There is some people on the street
And they stop
And they stare
And they are every-fucking-where, oh
There is some people on the street – and I say to them, I say
Babe, you ain’t seen nothing yet of me
Oh babe you ain’t seen nothing yet
I’ve got more where it counts
I’ve got more where it comes from, oh babe
You ain’t seen nothing of me yet
There’s people I encounter every day
There’s people I encounter very rarely
And they’ve got thoughts, and they’ve got feelings
They’ve got opinions about me,
And I couldn’t care less what they think –
‘Cause where it counts,
Where it comes from, I’ve got more
Where it comes from, I’ve got more
I’ve got more where it comes from than you can see
Than you can smell or touch or taste
if I let you come this close….
Babe, you ain’t seen nothing yet of me
Oh babe you ain’t seen nothing yet
This is but the beginning
This is not the end, ‘cause
Babe you ain’t seen nothing of me yet
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Dom is how home sounds in the language of my childhood,
language of my heart.
My child self never lived by the sea. But I still remember
her surprised joy at salty water,
tang of salt in the air, grey Baltic sea rolling up to meet her
delighted feet. Even then I’d known,
the sea will always carry me home.
Something in me can’t help but respond to it,
the salt, the sand, and above all
the sound. The sound of sea and silence, torn by
irreverent bird cries. The white squares ahead, the quiet, rainy
touristless mornings. The fishermen,
and I don’t normally like fish, but trust me -
better fish happen by the sea.
The grain of sand between my toes
the rolling of the waves and me, rolling around
an apple-cheeked seal, making unholy noises.
Scaring the birds.
The sea will always carry me home,
And I carry the sea inside me.
Grains of sand reside underneath my eyelids
and make themselves known, as does salty water.
The sound of sea inside me, waves rolling,
Is always in my ears. The cry of birds. The sea will always
Carry me home. Do domu. Chodz do domu.
And I always will carry it in me.
Here I am a bucket of salty water
A sand castle, a little bit of wind
Thrown in, about to crumble
To be washed away into the sea, the sky,
The open space beneath my heart. This is
Me, at sea.
I’m at sea.
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5. |
Headful Of Songs
04:06
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I’ve got a head full of songs
I’ve got a head full of songs
I’ve got a head full of songs
I’ve got a head full of songs
I hope they will last me through my life
I hope they will see me through my life
I’ve got a head full of songs
And all these melodies in my brain
I’ve got a head full of songs
My pockets filled with music and words
I hope they will last me through my life
I hope they will see me through my life
And songs
Please see me gently
Oh songs
Please see me gently
I hope
They will last me through my life
I hope
They will see me through my life
And songs
Please see me safely
Oh songs
Please see me safely
I hope
They will last me through my life
I hope
They will see me through my life
I hope the songs will stay with me, through my life
I hope they won’t abandon me, tonight
I’ve got a headful of songs
And all these melodies in my brain
I’ve got a headful of songs
My pockets filled with music and words
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The Living Songbook London, UK
The Living Songbook is a songwriting project between Kevin Plummer (guitarist, composer) and Rita Suszek (singer, lyricist);
at first, we created a song per day for 30 days, documenting it on Soundcloud, calling it a "30 Day Challenge". Now, we will soon publish the results of a 10 Day Challenge, this time on video. Stay tuned!
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