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The Way Love Goes
04:27
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The Way Love Goes
It starts with a kiss and it ends in tears -
it might take a week, or it could last for years,
and that’s the way love goes.
Hey, that’s the way love goes:
Sometimes it’s a thistle and
sometimes it’s a rose.
You’re lying there thinking about your ex-wife
and you could cry for all the things
you could have done with your life,
and that’s the way love goes.
Hey, that’s the way love goes:
Sometimes it’s a thistle and
sometimes it’s a rose.
(all the lonely people in the world tonight,
all over the world tonight:
All of them wishing on these
distant points of light)
You can’t live with them, and you can’t live without.
It turns your sleeping pattern
inside out,
and that’s the way love goes.
Hey, that’s the way love goes:
Sometimes it’s a thistle and
sometimes it’s a rose.
(all the lonely people in the world tonight,
all over the world tonight:
All of them wishing on these
wavering points of light)
You can’t live with them, and you can’t live without.
It turns your sleeping pattern
inside out,
and that’s the way love goes.
Hey, that’s the way love goes:
Sometimes it’s a thistle and
sometimes it’s a rose.
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2. |
Longing For Your Love
04:00
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Longing for Your Love
Might be strong,
I might not even write this song,
but you know, I’ll still be
longing for your love.
And I can sing what I choose,
but it always turns to the blues,
cause you know, I’ll still be
longing for your love.
I’m back to the furnished rooms,
hating every minute.
Won’t you come and take me home?
This life is a drag,
and the TV tells me bad news -
and I can’t even talk right
on the phone.
Might keep my head,
I might find someone else instead,
but you know, I’d still be
longing for your love.
And if closing my ears was my choice,
I would still hear the same old voices,
telling me that I’m
longing for your love.
I’m back to the furnished rooms,
hating every minute.
Won’t you come and take me home?
This life is a drag,
and the TV tells me bad news -
and I can’t even talk right
on the phone.
Might be strong,
I might not even write this song,
but you know, I’ll still be
longing for your love.
And I can sing what I choose,
but it always turns to the blues,
cause you know, I’ll still be
longing for your love.
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3. |
Cousins at Funerals
03:15
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4. |
Look at them Dancing
02:50
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Look at Them Dancing
Oh, look at them dancing –
so much control in the way that he holds her.
I want to hold her, too,
but she’d slip out of my hands.
Waiting in the wings,
while he flies to be by her side,
and if she’d fly to me,
I’d hold her in my arms.
And maybe, if I was the one to
take her home tonight,
would it make any difference?
She’ll never change.
Oh, look at them moving -
he knows how to make her smile.
And when she smiles at me,
does she know what it’s like?
Does she know how it feels?
To know that she’s
saving the last dance
for him?
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Getting Used to Gravity Again
Spent a year in that old space station,
came down with a splash.
Sixty miles out in the Atlantic Ocean
and the suit brought me out in a rash.
They brought me home to see my wife and kids,
and I hit the ground with a crash.
They brought me round the streets of my home town
in a long black limousine.
People stood out in front of their houses,
like I was the weirdest thing they’d ever seen.
I made the front of the local paper,
but I never made the screen.
And I said,
‘My wife looks totally different now.
My kids feel heavy as lead, somehow.
Conversation dries up now and then.
Must be getting used to gravity again.’
The first night at home, I dreamed I was weightless,
floating from room to room.
Gazing down upon my sleeping children,
their faces turned to the moon.
The second night, I couldn’t sleep at all,
for the fear I’d wake up too soon.
And I said,
‘My wife looks totally different now.
My kids feel heavy as lead, somehow.
Conversation dries up now and then.
Must be getting used to gravity again.’
This must be how it feels
to have both feet on the ground.
Down here, I can’t keep anything up,
up there, I couldn’t keep it down.
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6. |
You Must Love Me Loads
02:24
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You Must Love Me Loads
Look at me, I’m shaking –
don’t even know what’s on my mind.
I feel my heart is breaking,
happens to me every time.
But this trauma I think I’m living through,
won’t mean a thing in a week or two.
You always hurt the one you love
- you must love me loads.
I know what you’re thinking –
we’re not the only show in town.
When the family ship is sinking,
you grab a hold of what floats around.
We could talk it all out til the morning light,
and the sleep-eyed postmen come in sight.
You always hurt the one you love
- you must love me loads.
But this trauma I think I’m living through,
won’t mean a thing in a week or two.
You always hurt the one you love
- you must love me loads.
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7. |
Her Side of the Mattress
04:07
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Her Side of the Mattress
Her bedroom is blue and her bathroom is pink,
and there’s only one toothbrush left beside the sink.
And sometimes she doesn’t know just what to think:
should be come back, or should be stay missing?
This Belfast horizon is cluttered and black,
when she looks outside the bedroom window at the back
at the evening sun slipping down, slower than wax
over broken-down factories and churches.
He says he found Jesus when he wasn’t looking.
He was saved by the bell when his goose was cooking.
Now he’s missing further than even Lord Lucan,
but she does her best for the family.
But they’re asking her questions while she butters toast,
like ‘which one from Boyzone do you love the most?’
And she wishes she’d never come down from the coast,
like she did back before she was married.
Her bathroom is pink and her bedroom is blue,
and the night is elastic from midnight to two.
And from there til the dawn is eternity, too -
but she stays on her side of the mattress.
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8. |
I Blame the Parents
03:45
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I Blame the Parents
He’s got a prior conviction
for handling stolen goods.
And she dropped out of secretarial classes,
like everybody knew she would.
and all around
is the sound of a town that’s going down -
and I blame the parents every time.
Three pints and a couple of love bites,
push finally comes to shove.
She’s so happy she’s telling her friends,
this time it must be love.
And they’re popping pills,
running wild like it’s
going out of style, and
I blame the parents every time.
He takes her out in his Dad’s Fiesta,
for some kind of night on the town.
They stop halfway up the mountain
with her dress pulled halfway down.
Next day all she can show
is a little bruising and
scuffs on her shoes, and
I blame the parents every time.
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9. |
So Good to See You Again
03:34
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So Good to See You Again
If I had a dime
for all the times I’ve thought of you,
don’t you know
that I’d buy you the world?
And now I know how it feels
to be lonely,
it’s so good to see you again.
It seems so long ago,
since I last held your hand.
Don’t you know
that I’ve counted the hours.
And now you’re here, may I say
how much I’ve missed you?
It’s so good to see you again.
Now you’re here with me,
I want to make every second last.
Don’t you know
that I’ve waited for this?
Now you’re here, may I say
how much I love you –
It’s so good to see you again.
Now you’re here, may I say
how much I love you, girl –
it’s so good to see you again.
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10. |
Moment of Weakness
03:04
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Moment of Weakness
Back in my home town,
she wrote to me at my mother’s house,
to find out how I was making out
- how many songs I’d sold.
And it put me in a real bad way,
I hung my head down for days and days,
to think I could be caught that way
- at 35 years old.
(you were my moment of weakness,
you were my moment of weakness)
Now in my coldwater flat,
I say goodbye to all of that,
it’s funny how memories can leave you flat,
when you think you’re home and dry.
Cause the truth is, I ain’t been up to much.
I don’t recall any glory as such.
But I haven’t lost my lucky touch,
I don’t let nothing pass me by.
(you were my moment of weakness,
you were my moment of weakness)
Back in my home town,
she wrote to me at my mother’s house,
to find out how I was making out
- how many songs I’d sold.
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11. |
Me and Lord O'Neill
02:44
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Me and Lord O’Neill
When I was just a baby,
down upon my hands and knees,
my father worked in a sawmill,
felling Lord O’Neill’s trees.
They’d saw them up into planks
to make these big blocks of flats
- it’s a different kind of jungle
for the new working class.
When he got paid off,
we lived as quiet as a mouse,
and we walked across the river
to my grandmother’s house.
They’d talk about the weather
and watch each other grow old -
and I’d colour in the afternoons
of a life on the dole.
Lord O’Neill, he raced along the south coast
in a convertible:
taking notes from Ian Fleming
for Casino Royale.
Well, the pages they trembled
with the journey they took –
I might have once seen the movie,
but I never read the book.
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12. |
Eventually
03:05
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Eventually
I used to try to write you songs,
when I was young and pretentious.
I’d start off in a minor key,
with the most Dylan of intentions.
The first verse would be strong,
like it knew where it was going.
By the time it reached the bridge,
it was more like Leonard Cohen.
When I think of all the years…
(ha!) it isn’t even funny.
I burned my hottest licks
in the pursuit of steady money.
But all those fancy chords,
and the half-baked theory
might be their own reward
…eventually.
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Anthony Toner Belfast, UK
An independent singer songwriter and guitarist, based in Belfast.
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Superb songs - always arresting and haunting work, recent album 'Plz stay bb' is his best work yet - and there's more to come.
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