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Back At The Start
04:00
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Back at the start I find you where I left you,
Sweeping the yard. What are you like.
Safe in your world with friends that you belong to.
Brushing the cobwebs from the sky.
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Valentine's Day
02:40
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Blowing kisses from a bridge. You know I still love you.
And I would step over the edge, just to show I still love you.
Calmer now. More alive, and nearly sane -
Looking up looking up. Think it looks like rain.
Blowing kisses from a bridge on Valentine's Day,
You swept me over the edge. Yeah you swept me away.
And you you you got such a silhouette,
Like Cleopatra, in the light of my cigarette.
Blowing kisses from a bridge, you know I still love you -
And I'd jump over the edge, just to show I still love you.
You know I still love you.
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When You Walk
02:09
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See what you do when you walk into the room?
See what you do to me?
It's getting on for two and who the hell invited you?
It's like you walked in here from outer space.
I always spill my drink. It gets so hard to think
And the sweat is pouring down my face,
And all around you the lights are burning out.
Faces surround you. Their heads are turning now.
I don't pretend to know what you're on about.
That's what you're all about.
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4. |
Easy Come
04:21
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I was wrong and you were right.
Oh well - easy come easy go.
Sitting on the windowsill wishing.
Oh well - easy come easy go.
Is it still love?
Are we too far in?
Are we too far out?
(I think we're too far out ...)
Look at your easy world,
At your easy world.
Oh well - easy come easy go.
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Spy Film: Space Station
02:00
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It's late. It's raining outside.
Feel half-alive.
Please be my friend again. Can't stand any more.
Why did you walk away? What are you doing this for?
Sleep alone tonight in a lonely town.
Only half-alive.
And the rain comes down ...
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6. |
The Station Gate
03:52
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Standing on the street all day.
I've been standing in the driving rain.
Watching all the dizzy feet
Walking up the busy street
And I swear, if I had my way
I'd tear it all down and start again,
'Cause I'm clean out of things to say,
But I'd rather it was now than then.
The crows line the station gate
Where the horses stand forgotten.
I was going to sit and wait
But the trains don't come that often.
I won't take another step
On this path you chose to follow.
I'll stay here another night
But I'm leaving you tomorrow.
Sitting on the platform edge -
I've been sitting on the window ledge
Looking at the cloudy sky.
Just watching all the clouds go by,
And I swear, this time it's gone too far -
It used to be fun, not anymore.
I've had enough - I want to raise the bar
A little bit above the floor.
The crows line the station gate
Where the horses stand forgotten.
The trees stand so desolate,
And the fruit they bear is rotten.
You're making me suffocate -
What you need you have to borrow.
I'll stay 'cause it's getting late,
But I'm leaving you tomorrow.
Girl I'm leaving you tomorrow.
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Just Because
03:58
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Think I'll stay home tonight and get some quiet time -
Just me and a couple of bottles of wine.
You say I'm way too shy, that I'll screw up my life
If I let opportunities slip and pass by,
But just because I want to believe you doesn't mean that I can,
And just because I want to be like you doesn't mean that I am.
This world is so opaque, don't know which road to take.
Should I go any faster or step on the brake?
They say we'll claim the sky, that we will never die;
And I'd probably be happier if I took their advice,
But just because I want to believe it doesn't mean that I can,
And just because I want to be like that doesn't mean that I am.
Now I can't face the sun. I cannot get things done,
'Til that lost opportunity's finally won -
So I'll turn the lights down low, switch on the radio,
And I'll shore up my ruins and let the stream flow ...
But just because I want to believe you doesn't mean that I can,
And just because I want to be with you doesn't mean that I am;
Just because I want to believe you doesn't mean that I can,
And just because I'd like to be like you doesn't mean that I am.
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Windowsills
02:14
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Now summer's gone, so the leaves come down
Onto the windowsills. Onto the concrete ground.
Now the city's bronze, and the wind is high
Like a small voice talking about the old times.
With your tear-gas eyes and your lonely smile -
The way your feet turn in when you're walking -
I'm just glad I'm by your side.
Let you do most of the talking.
Past the hardware store where the irons glow
There's a distant siren blaring,
And someone out there's in need of help I know,
But right now I'm past caring,
'Cause you're asking me, what shall we ever do tonight?
- Well let's just close the door, shut down the light -
For tomorrow will be colder still,
And the leaves will cover the windowsills.
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10. |
Every So Often
07:49
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11. |
A Mist Of Stars
04:58
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12. |
A Trick Of The Light
04:17
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Sun-cracked perspex sky -
Of course it's not real, it's just a trick of the light.
And I don't know why, but I feel like a wander tonight.
A cool drink in my hand. The waves wash the silver sand
And wonder why I ever thought
I would ever get an answer from God.
Meet me on the shore.
We're setting sail for somewhere we've never been before;
And though we may be poor,
If we just stick together, then how could we ask for more?
Look there! - See it shine!
The sun dips low, your hands reaches out for mine,
And it doesn't matter anymore
If I never get an answer from God.
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Gronk London, UK
Gronk writes commercial pop-rock songs with an unhealthy dose of gallows humour, and instrumental chillout music for the cheesy cocktail bars in his mind. Gronk is happy to be lonely and his music is ideal if you are an astronaut in winter.
Gronk recommends:
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