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Quitting Smoking
03:42
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I'm sick of feeding all these false addictions
Sick of finding comfort in a cup
I'm sick of all the friction of this chemical affliction
And I'm sick of all the chaos I cook up
So I'm quitting all the energy I put in the wrong place
Quitting all the hope I hold upon the human race
Quitting looking for a deeper meaning and what's more
I'm quitting all your tears, that look upon your face
And I'm quitting all the struggle, all the effort that I made
Quitting all the cafes and the shit holes that I've played
Quitting all the melodies, those sweet and sacred remedies
I'm quitting every thought that I conveyed
Quitting Smoking is the easiest thing you ever done
Think of all the pain you suffered and the demons you’ve outrun
When the judgement comes to town, when you're beaten and stripped down
Quitting Smoking will be the easiest thing you ever done
And so I'm quitting social media, the blackout of the soul
Quitting all the experts and their false opinion polls
Quitting all the protest, all the promises of progress
And I'm quitting the aroma of control
And I'm quitting all the bullshit, all the never ending lies
Quitting all the oil striking matches in the sky
Quitting all the nothing that the world just keeps on puffing
And I'm quitting taking part in this disguise
Quitting Smoking is the easiest thing you ever done
Think of all the pain you’ve suffered and the demons you've outrun
When the judgement comes to town, when you're beaten and stripped down
Quitting Smoking will be the easiest thing you ever done
Blue eyed baby, he is smiling
I ask the blue eyed baby, why?
Baby looks at me and fills me with tranquility
So I'm quitting him and I'm quitting his blue eyes
And I'm quitting all the flowers, all the perfumes of the air
Quitting all your beauty to which nothing can compare
Quitting the rewards and a communion with the lord
And all the therapeutic comfort of despair
And I'm quitting all my memories, the idea of me
Quitting all the madness of my own identity
Quitting all the endlessness, the mind consuming emptiness
So smoking was remarkably easy
Quitting Smoking is the easiest thing you ever done
Think of all the pain you've suffered and the demons you've outrun
When the judgement comes to town, when you're beaten and stripped down
Quitting Smoking will be the easiest thing you ever done
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There's rebels in the garden building trenches
Smoking funny smelling cigarettes
They’re offering me a place upon the benches
They’re offering me a broken bayonet
Now it seems as though it's up to me to play the game of liberty
And define precisely what I'm fighting for
But lately all it seems to be is reconstructed history
And I don't know what is real anymore
There's vagabonds arriving in the distance
Thrashing out their fury with a song
They're gathering a team for the resistance
And they’re convinced that that's where I belong
Now I feel as though I'm duty bound to wave a flag and make a sound
To pick out my opponent in the war
I met him in the battleground, he looked just like me so I shot him down
And I don't know what is real anymore
There's flowers by the river crazy blooming
Singing out a welcome to the sun
There's energy and love, it's all consuming
Oblivious to all the things we've done
Now here I sit within the wind as willows weep and bluebirds sing
A lullaby I never heard before
Nothing lost and nothing found just sweet vibrations all around
I don't know what is real anymore
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3. |
In This Life Or Another
03:44
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I met you at first at the dawn of it all
No planets, no atoms, no nothing at all
In the form of vibration, we danced for a while
The first thing there was, was your blistering smile
It parted and said, 'In This Life or Another,
I will be with you. I'll be your lover."
I met you again in the heart of the ocean
So dark, so cold - but aware of this notion
Of a strange moving light, some godly component
In my last throes of life, my last fleeting moment
You were there, you said 'In This Life or Another,
I will be with you. I'll be your lover."
I met you in Paris in 1790
The old world was burning, you held me so lightly
The drums of the monarchy had disappeared
But to me all that mattered was keeping you near
You kissed me and said, 'In This Life or Another,
I will be with you. I'll be your lover."
I met you on duty with a shell in my arm
You were there for me, cared for me, bathed me in calm
The spring turned to Autumn, my body gave up
My eyes frosted over, my heart beat slowed up.
You were there, you said, 'In This Life or Another,
I will be with you. I'll be your lover."
I met you in Brooklyn around '65
My crystal cloaked gypsy, so barely alive
In my rusty apartment, the radio played
To an old country record my Gypsy did sway
She kissed me and said, 'In This Life or Another,
I will be with you. I'll be your lover."
Met you in Berlin at the fall of the wall,
The dust had just settled by the old music hall
Where you played on that fiddle, you played through the night
With victory tears obscuring your sight
You stopped and you said, 'In This Life or Another,
I will be with you. I'll be your lover."
I'd written a love song, I'd written a few
I hadn't yet met you, but somehow I knew
And that day in the summer, you walked through the door
It became quite apparent who I'd written them for
You crawled up inside me and altered my bones
Altered my science and settled my stones
Kiss me. Stay. We won't have another
This is our time. And I am your lover.
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Optical Illusion
03:48
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Go for something. For nothing is coming and it’s time that you accepted it
Please forgive yourself. The waters are calling you to go and fit accordingly in
And swim until you find a better reason to be.
You’re free from form, you’re free from words, you’ve only got yourself to receive.
No it’s not like me to filter through your mud
But the doors are going to give in soon, they’ll be in quite soon
Take your kids upstairs, they’re baying for your blood
And brace yourself for what you’ll see
It could be me you’ll find, growing rhymes and cutting them to pieces
To fall onto the ground, they never make a sound, they only multiply and then they mutate
The state I’m in makes the ceiling spin and I’m trying to focus
And when I finally do I’ll be seeing you in the area surrounding your gate
No I won’t negate the toothache of the truth
Though I know it brings a deathly cold, a deathly hold.
Dig with dignity, there’s no such thing as proof
Stay chaotically controlled
Or fold your cards if it falls too hard and they’re rinsing you completely
Regain some stamina. Examine her and you’ll see it’s all an optical illusion
There’s really nothing there to define
You’ll find yourself when you leave yourself, when you convincingly uncoil your spine
Smoke and wine may pass the time and slow the clock
But there’s nothing there to move the train it stays the same
Take the longer route, abandon all you’ve got
Don’t look back, just strain to…
Go for something. For nothing is coming and it’s time that you accepted it
Please forgive yourself. The waters are calling you to go and fit accordingly in.
And swim until you find a better reason to be.
Because you’re free.
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5. |
Polaroid Dreams
03:05
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If you asked I would take you away
Are Tuscany's mountains OK?
If you say no, I’m still gonna go.
Impatiently running away.
And the blue’s dripping out from your eye
It’s an indigo marble in a white canvas sky
Together it runs, eclipses the sun
Destroying me I don’t know why
Polaroid Dreams that I’m trying to hold in my mind
Of a shadow that I’ll never find
And by mistake I fall awake
Falling, falling, falling
Could I hypnotise, hypnotise you?
Could I make you forget what it is that I do
You may call me hopeless but I can confirm
But I’m falling like buildings for you
But If you asked I would take you away
To a mythical island some filthy cliche
And I know that I’m dreaming I know that it’s fake.
It’s a sacrifice that I would make
Cause these Polaroid Dreams that I’m trying to hold in my mind
Of a shadow that I’ll never find
And by mistake I fall awake
Falling, falling, falling
Cause I’m falling like buildings for you.
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Then he shared with me his theory about energy
A consciousness that’s endlessly just drifting through eternity
Then he offered me his musings about memory
And that they’re all essentially existing simultaneously
And I thought of you Louise
And I thought about the time we wandered
Underneath the rolling thunder
Before he took a breath, he moved his mighty mind to death
And how through tantric acid tests, had seen it all with nothing left
I felt my forehead sweat as he outlined where I had to get
But before my mind were set he told me I’m not ready yet
And I thought of you Louise
And I thought about the time we wandered
Underneath the rolling thunder
The guru licked his lips so I threw at him a box of zips
And stitched him up and clipped his lid, and I threw him out and I got a grip
But no! My thoughts were stripped, my common sense had been eclipsed
So I felt with brand new fingertips the dawning of apocalypse
And I thought of you Louise
And I thought about the time we wandered
Underneath the rolling thunder
So with my pennies spent I walked the streets with no intent
But to duck and dive and to circumvent the Shaman’s words and what they meant
Nor will I reinvent my perspective of these events
My wall of will will not be bent, reality will not augment
I will think of you Louise
I will think of us and all our blunders
We were fools but we were younger
Hand in hand, in love, we wandered
Underneath the rolling thunder
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7. |
Yana
03:39
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You’re silent this evening, caught up in some seething
Self doubt and it’s holding your tongue
You sit and you listen as everyone’s hissing
You’re different, you feel too young
But please understand there’s a grip on your hand
And it’s gripping you down to the bone
Allow it soothe you, allow it to move you
Because Yana, you are not alone
The worlds pretty weird, with tattoos and beards
All barking and squawking so loud
It’s easy to stumble when lost in the jungle
Stood still in the swarm of the crowd
It's tricky to see where you’re supposed to be
When the wickedest winds they have blown
But dig your heels in, find that power within
Because Yana, you are not alone
You’re a sensitive thing and you feel the sting
Of the world when it’s poised to attack
Your mind starts to turn when you feel the burn
Of the bastards who never hold back
You feel on the brink when they force you to think
That you’re weak, but it’s time that they learn
That it’s better to feel than be made of stone
And Yana, you are not alone
Although sometimes the pain can be hard to explain
When you can’t even place it yourself
That darkness inside that you’re trying to hide
Is not gonna service your health
When your heart stiffens there are people who’ll listen
And give your their love like it’s wealth
And they will remind you what has to be known
That Yana you are not alone
There are so many here to help with the fears
And tears when they start to swell
The world's not designed for the gentle and kind
So spit in its eye, give ‘em hell
Gather your courage and gather your voice
You have so many stories to tell
I know you can do it, I hope you’ve been shown
That Yana you are not alone
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8. |
Acorn
03:17
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Sitting in my sternum is an acorn (and it's burning)
So I'm turning round suspecting I might see you
But no, it's just a feeling that I get when you are stealing
Just a minute of your day to think of me
Memories of Lucy give advice, but so obtusely
'Once burnt, never burnt again' she whispers to me now and then
This mystic with her Tarot card has really caught me off my guard
Musings of tomorrow and the path that I should follow
Is the one I have been walking anyway
But I've been down this road before, it only leads to bolted doors
Still, here I am pacing with a warning wind a'chasing
And I'm placing all this hope upon this never ending slope
That it seems I'm bound to climb until I could/should/would
I hope that you'd be mine
If I do this properly I'll show you what the top could be
It's you and me together, unaffected by the weather
For I know the fog it blinds you but I promise I will find you
When the sun finally comes through you'll see that all this time
I've been right next to you.
But suddenly it's real again, my hands can't reach to feel again
I've seen this film before, it don't end well.
But this Acorn is now shaking like a Chilean earthquake and
so the impulse on my tongue begins to swell.
So I'll keep on breaking my heart until it opens, I've been coping until now
But I'm divided by the things you have decided,
Stand by me and then you'll see how fucking happy you could be
The thing that has been scaring us is The Age Of Aquarius
I know I can't compete but I will not admit defeat, not yet
'Cos I could love you 'til the stars go out above you
I am yours, if you want me to be
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Feed on ambition? But I can’t catch a whiff
My vision is failing. My fingers are stiff
My dog ran away. He never does that
The blood moon was hidden. The B string was flat.
The babies are nervous, they wait to be born
The drunks by the bus station long to be warm
They hide in the church. A wedding at last
And cling to each other, the future, the past
And love lives in the spaces we make
In directions that we didn’t take
I reshuffle the pack
As I wait by the station, I wait by the track
The freight train will rumble, the sky it will crack
And then my dog will come back
The rats have been poisoned, they lie in the walls
I’m fine with the cheap seats but I paid for the stalls
My dog ran away and didn’t respond
The wine is too sour, the beer is too blonde
The angel of Mercury sleeps in my ear
Whispers me secrets of panic and fear
The river is wider than it’s ever been
The whole town is waiting for me to jump in
And love lives in the spaces we make
In directions that we didn’t take
I reshuffle the pack
As I wait by the station, I wait by the track
The freight train will rumble, the sky it will crack
And then my dog will come back
He’s never run away before
I left him his bed and some food by the door
The neighbour is here. And she will not go
She found my dogs body half covered in snow
Shot in the head for biting a child
Whose father had said he’d gone feral and wild
I’ll go round there later when he is asleep
Through a door in the basement, through darkness I’ll creep
And I’ll kill the old bastard, he’ll croak like a frog
That ought to teach him for killing my dog
And love lives in the spaces we make
In directions that we didn’t take
I reshuffle the pack
As I wait by the station, I wait by the track
The freight train will rumble, the sky it will crack
And then my dog will come back
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10. |
Boy Awake
04:16
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Come to me someone, it suddenly seems
I’ve worn out another self help magazine
See, I went to the river to harness some peace
It was crawling with bodies and military police
Just when I’d figured I’d fallen apart
A strangely dressed fellow appeared from the dark
This suburban shaman, he sent me to bed
And asked if I knew what it was to be dead
And I said “don’t be silly” and I breathed in his fumes
The walls fell away and I was consumed
Through a cascading consciousness I saw a face
It spoke to me, filled me with heavenly grace
Said, “I don’t know when you will see me again
So breathe this in deeply my sapien friend
Nothing is real. Nothing is fake.”
And I’m boy alone, boy alive, boy it seems boy awake now
The sick city slickers are sucking in smoke
It’s a tired and jaded millennial joke
Silence caresses but just for the short term
Violence addresses the soul like a sunburn
And I’m weary as hell as the man with the deeds
Covers me up with his flowers and beads
But he leaves me unfinished, waiting for more
Picking up egg shells on yesterday’s floor
Until feral and foetal I exit the room
Listlessly seeking advice from the moon
And to my surprise the moon spun around
Spoke to me, filled me with heavenly sound
Said, “I don’t know when you will see me again
So breathe this in deeply my sapien friend
Nothing is real. Nothing is fake.”
And I’m boy alone, boy alive and boy it seems boy awake now
My friends from the river, they do not believe as I do
But you see, I do not need them to
And it’s true, breaking through’s hard to do
As I stand at this crossroads tonight
And say “I don’t know how I can carry on now
So come back and get me my sentient pal
But the harder I look, the further you are
I’ve been reaching and feeling but failing so far”
It said “I don’t know when you will see me again
So breathe this is deeply my sapien friend
Nothing is real. Nothing is fake.”
And I’m boy alone, boy alive and boy it seems Boy’s Awake Now
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Danny Horn & the Shared Myths London, UK
Danny Horn & The Shared Myths are a Hastings based gypsy-folk band. They fuse fresh, unusual lyrics with rootsy foot
stomping folk.
Their first album, Quitting Smoking was released in 2020 and their brand new album, 'Sirens & Sea Monsters' is out now.
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