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See you when I see you
03:05
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See you when I see you
Roger four-string guitar and harmonica, Louis piano, Shimna violin, Jono drums
See you when I see you next time you’re passing through
You can track me down if you’ve got nothing better to do
See you when I see you, see you when I see you
See you when I see you when you’re in my neighbourhood
We can reminisce about when times were good
See you when I see you, see you when I see you
Life is what happens
A random walk in the dark
by everywhere and by nowhere
Back to where you start
See you when I see you when you’ve got money to burn
We can hit the town, leave no stone unturned
See you when I see you, see you when I see you
I’ll see you when I see you when you’re on my patch
We could take off where we left off, or start over from scratch
See you when I see you, see you when I see you
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2. |
Longest night
03:13
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Longest night
Roger guitar and slide, Stuart bass, Adam drums.
It was one of those nights, no-one knew what it meant
the stars shone out in the firmament
the Man in the Moon had more than enough to say
on the longest night of those endless days
Mosquito was buzzing around and around in my room
The longest day was coming soon
Sleepless for the sun to break out it’s rays
on the longest night of those endless days
I stepped outside felt the weight of the stars
Lost in the cosmos beyond the reaches of Mars
Light years from another world away
on the longest night of those endless days
Some say “hell‘s for heathens, heaven’s for the good”
don't think ‘bout either, don’t see why I should
when the lights are on out in the Milky Way
on the longest night of those endless days
I stood in the light of the heavenly glow
That the left the stars impossibly long ago
Even nothing isn’t here to stay
on the longest night of those endless days
It was one of those nights, no-one knew what it meant
the stars shone out in the firmament
the Man in the Moon had more than enough to say
on the longest night of those endless days
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3. |
Wudaokou
03:22
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Wudaokou (五到口)
Roger guitars, Louis piano, Adam drums
I can hear the trains on their way to who knows where
there's a murky moon in the sky, lurking about up there
I can't see any stars though there's barely a cloud
as I made my way along, beyond here and now
watching lovers dancing, gracefully into the night
It’s a wonderful world we live in, some things seem so right
I crossed over the tracks in the heart of Wudaokou
As the trains rolled on by, beyond here and now
In the cities of so many, anyone could be anyone
Gone in the blink of an eye, in the flicker of neon
Sometimes I think we've come about as we can go
Just when you think you know enough, they say there’s stuff y'should know
Maybe someday they’ll work it out, but I really don’t see how
When I’ll be long gone beyond here and now
Felt like crying for something. Or was it someone or somewhere?
Packed into a train ‘gainst a woman with red-black hair
I felt like saying something, but I couldn’t find the words and anyhow
She’ll be someone’s lucky sweet heart beyond here and now
In the cities of so many, anyone could be anyone
Gone in the blink of an eye, in the flicker of neon
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4. |
Undress me
02:58
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Undress me
Roger guitar, Louis piano, Shimna violin and vocal
When it’s overload and its overkill
Bombs explode, nothing ever stands still
People walk around in a kind of a daze
Trying to find a way out of the maze
Fly me to the moon, bring me safely back home
Take me by the hand, don’t let me find my way alone
When the world is raped and ripped
And everything is fake and fixed
Nothing ever lasts more than one day
Things are simply thrown away
Sweep me off my feet don’t brush me to one side
Take me on a trip don't take me for a ride
When the truth never seems to ring,
What people tell you never means anything
And all the future ever does is loom
With people thinking thoughts of doom
Tell me everything’s gonna be all right
Lie to me tomorrow, lie with me tonight
When the world is polarised
no-ones’ dreams seem realized
people push and people shove,
what is this thing, this thing they call love?
Hold me in your arms don’t be simply kind
Undress me if you want don’t strip me of my mind
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5. |
Shifting sands
05:50
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Roger guitar, Louis piano, Stuart bass, Shimna violin, Jono drums
The beach was loud with seabirds crying
Storm waves crashing, in the sunlight dying
A man stood gazing at the sea
For what seemed an eternity
In the shifting sands, in the shifting sands
Where the dunes had collapsed
Seemed like a lifetime had elapsed
And in the debris of the last night’s cyclone
I realised he was not alone
In the shifting sands, in the shifting sands
I twisted myself in the windswept night
In the shadows of the hurricane light
In the naked calmness of it’s glow
I clung on to my radio
There was a woman with wild red hair
It’s a wonder I hadn’t noticed her there
Maybe she stepped out of the raging surf
They were the last two people left alive on earth
In the shifting sands, in the shifting sands
She was waving her arms at him
Their voices carried on the wind
She said “either you're simple or just plain naive
you live in a world of make believe"
In the shifting sands, in the shifting sands
I twisted myself in the windswept night
In the shadows of the hurricane light
In the naked calmness of it’s glow
I clung on to my radio
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6. |
Doing life
02:53
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Doing life
Roger guitar, Louis keyboards, Stuart bass, Jono drums
I can’t talk, got nothing to say
Don't even ask me, I won’t play
I’m too tired to even think
I haven't slept a wink
I got no reserves to call upon
All my words have been said and done
But don't you worry now, I’m all right
hey! I’m just doing life
I can't relax my nerves on edge
Got so many bets that I wanna hedge
Say that again, I can’t concentrate
I worked myself into a hopeless state
Burned up all my energy
Got nothing left but lethargy
To tell the truth I told a lie
But hey! I’m just doing life
I can’t love, can’t work it out
I’m just a shell, feel all burned out
Flesh and blood, skin and bones
My state of being is being alone
Used up all your good will and trust
Drained the very last dregs of lust
I know it don’t seem very nice
But hey! I’m just doing life
I can't lift myself from out of this chair
Don’t care what’s happening in that space over there
I had a sense that the phone was ringing
I had a mind to go back to the beginning
I’ve worn out that everything I ever owned
Walking around what I called my home
I don’t feel anything to be precise
But hey! I’m just doing life
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7. |
Woman in the mist
03:10
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Woman in the mist
Roger four-string guitar, Louis piano, Shimna violin
When all the world was wrapped in fog, air barely fit for breathing
I met a women bent low down , at her breast a baby feeding
Her face was sad her clothes were rags her eyes they did beseech me
I could not cast my own aside I tried you must believe me
She said "kind sir can you please spare me something for the babby
He has no toys and no father, his skin is cracked and scabby
But he is everything to me and I must clothe and need him
Please kind sir I’ll offer you my body to just to feed him”
“You are man of fortitude. I can see your life's been easy
But me, I have been born into a world beset by mis'ry
Come sit beside me watch my child see his fingers grasping
Tell me what is his destiny? Or go your way in passing”
I knew not how to answer her I felt the fog fold round me
I said goodbye and left her there, the thought of her still hounds me
I’ve seen that face, those eyes, that child, that mother in the mist
Has time been kind or has she been the woman no one ever missed?
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8. |
Talking to myself
04:59
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Talking to myself
Roger acoustic and electric guitars, Louis piano and bass, Jono drums, Shimna vocal
I thought I might little need a bit of solitude
But all I did was sit around and brood
Thinking about life thinking about death
Muttering to myself underneath my breath
But I remember the time we spoke all night
And I knew exactly what to do
Now why am I talking to myself
When I could be talking to you?
I was getting second thoughts about getting second thoughts
Counting up the crosses marking off the noughts
Thinking about now, thinking about then
About how everything might be Zen
And I remember the time we laughed and cried
And we threw away the blues
Now why am I talking to myself
when I could be talking to you?
I told my myself to face the facts
But I wasn’t sure how I might react
Me and myself don’t seem to see eye to eye
Don’t know why I am talking to that crazy guy
I said I’ve got to get out of here
Goddamn! he said he was coming along too
Now why am I talking to myself
when I should be talking to you?
So we both got angry, flew into a rage
Started calling each other names
And then I went and punched myself in my face with my fist
I said , oh my god, I’ve become a ventriloquist
So I sat my dummy down on my knee
I said what are we gonna do?
Now why am I talking to myself
when I could be talking to you?
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9. |
Lifeblood
03:36
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Lifeblood
Roger guitars, Louis piano, Stuart bass, Shimna violin, Adam drums
We used to feed ten thousand mouths, from the fertile sea
Wind from the north, rain from the south as it was meant to be
With untold fishes in the depths our tables always full
Day and night we’d be haul the nets, with more than enough to pull
Now there’s nothing left to here keep us, nothing to the sea
I’m kneeling down in dirt where water used to be
The ships are stranded high and dry, there’s no water anywhere
Dust clouds rolling in the sky, poison blowing in the air
We used to have a busy town, down by the water’s edge
Until they drew the rivers down, left a wasteland, dry and dead
Now there’s nothing left to here keep us, nothing to the land
I’m kneeling down in dirt it trickles through my hand
That lifeblood once our livelihood, been turned to growing cotton,
Our families and our friends are gone, our way of life forgotten
I’m staring across at this barren plain, my tears too cease to run
The sea won’t lap this land again the life we knew is done
There’s nothing left to here keep us, nothing to the sea
I’m kneeling down in dirt where water used to be
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10. |
Last letter
03:51
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Last letter
Roger guitar and slide, Louis piano, Louis bass
You vanished off the face of the earth
I know I won’t ever see you again
I’ll never know what happened to you
just a pile of words is all that remains
that I can hardly bear to read, the stuff of lovers' notes.
And yet I’m holding in my hand the last letter you wrote
If you’d wanted you could have written to me
I was never going anywhere
I was living at home alone
Still thinking you may care
And in my dreams I’d see you in that hat and that old yellow coat
And I’m looking for a meaning in the last letter you wrote
I studied the words in your beautiful hand,
Tried reading between the lines
What was written was written
There was nothing there to find
Every day I check my mailbox
I know that I’ve been waiting in vain
Sometimes I’d put a pen to paper
but I don’t get much beyond writing down your name
If you’ smile for someone else what more is there to know?
And yet I am holding in my hand the last letter you wrote
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11. |
Situation normal
04:38
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Situation normal
Roger four-string guitar, harmonica, Louis keyboards, Jono drums
Situation normal chaos reigns.
Situation normal here we’re going again
Situation normal no one knows what to do.
The situation is catch-22
Situation’s out of control,
out of your hands gone into freefall,
Situation normal
Situation normal it’s all fucked up.
Situation normal about to erupt
Situation normal nothing work.
The situation going from bad to worse
Situation’s out of control,
out of your hands gone into freefall
Situation normal
Situation normal bamboozled by fools.
The situation is there’s no ground rules
Situation normal as the rising of the sun.
Situation is a no-win one
Situation’s out of control,
out of your hands gone into freefall
Situation normal
Situation normal everything’s going manic.
The situation’s breaking into a panic
Situation normal living on a wing and a prayer
The situation is there’s a war on somewhere
Situation’s out of control,
out of your hands gone into freefall
Situation normal
Situation normal ain’t enough to go around.
Situation’s living on what’s left underground
Situation normal it’s someone else’s fault
The situation is impossible to halt
Situation’s out of control,
out of your hands gone into freefall
Situation normal
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12. |
Last one alive
03:01
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Last one alive
Roger guitars, Louis piano, Adam drums, Shimna violin
On the African plain the sun is going down
on a weary old beast, last one standing its ground
does he feel a little lonesome? Does he know that it’s time?
Down on the savannah, the end of the line
I saw a grainy old film, of a Thing like a hound
Alone in a cage circling around
Just its bones are preserved its DNA on a slide
A Thing like a hound the last one alive
There’s a bird in the bush calling out for a mate
Little does he know it’s a little too late
They were doing just fine, ‘til the sailors arrived
They’d forgotten how to fly, one of the last ones alive
I stood on the banks of the wide open river
Where the dolphins once swam, they’ve vanished forever
They used to frolic and play before the fisherman’s eyes
In the watery world, there’s none left alive
I heard the tigers got nowhere to live
With people a plague they can't coexist
I’ll be a sad old day when he finally dies
Down on the savannah, the last one left alive
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13. |
Three candles
02:54
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Three candles
Roger vocal and guitars
Three candles burning three holes in the night
Good to know some things are still in black and white
Three candles burn, making light of the storm
It’s good to be in here with you where its safe and warm
The more the wind blows, the more I’m resigned
The candles burn, melting Time
Three candles carve out a cave in the dark
I wonder if we’ll ever leave any marks
ood to be here with you looking back
I wonder have we ever been on the right track?
The more that I learn the less I seem to know
The candles burn, like melting snow
Three candles burning all night till its dawn
Remember me when the lines are drawn
Shadows and ghosts and dark silhouettes
Loom over breathing down the backs of our necks
And the more the storm howls all hell’s breaking loose
In the early hours the sun will break through
Three candles burning till it’s time to depart
There’ll always be a space for you my heart
One burns for the future, one burns up the past
One lights this moment, I wish it would last
One lights this moment
One lights this moment
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Roger Marshall Auckland, New Zealand
I live in Auckland New Zealand with roots in England. My songs are folk, bluesy, jazzy, influenced by the greats (Dylan, Waits, Cohen and many others).
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