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Introduction
00:30
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Hounded
03:50
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The highway's unforgiving,
it's a young man's game
and I feel so old
but I only have myself to blame
because I'm hiding in the forest
and I'm sleeping in the dirt,
I'm wincing with the effort
and I'm limping from the hurt.
But if I reach the sea,
if I can reach the sea,
if I just reach the sea,
I'll be forgotten finally,
and it will be
my pony and me,
my pony and me,
my pony and me
will be safe in France and free,
if I reach the sea.
So take back your money
and take back your life
because I'm tired of running
and tired of holding this knife,
and I just want to hold your hand,
get a cottage on the sand
and you can be my lady
and I can be your gentleman.
If I reach the sea,
if I can reach the sea,
if I just reach the sea,
I'll be forgotten finally,
and it will be
my pony and me,
my pony and me,
my pony and me
will be safe in France and free,
if I reach the sea.
Now the dogs are getting closer
and the soldiers know my face,
I'm sick of being hated,
I'm sick of being chased,
and this musket wound is leaking,
I'm slowly losing blood,
I feel like giving up
and laying my head down in the mud.
But if I reach the sea,
if I can reach the sea,
if I just reach the sea,
I'll be forgotten finally,
and it will be
my pony and me,
my pony and me,
my pony and me
will be safe in France and free,
if I reach the sea.
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3. |
Oxford Girls
04:32
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Oh Roger, you never
were much of a looker
and the Oxford girls never talk to you,
they think that you're skinny
and your hair could be thinning,
oh Roger, you don't have a clue.
At school you were teased
and down on your knees,
you'd beg them to leave you alone,
and the rest of the day,
you'd just hide away
until it was time to run home.
But Roger, don't cry,
there's a spark in your eye
and I know that one day you'll be fine,
just tighten your shoes
and clear your mind,
and I'll see you in four minutes time.
Oh Roger, you never
were much of a dreamer
and your interests are timid and few,
you don't think like a writer,
you don't look like a fighter,
oh Roger, what will you do?
But Roger, don't cry,
there's a spark in your eye
and I know that one day you'll be fine,
just tighten your shoes
and clear your mind,
and I'll see you in four minutes time.
Run, run away.
This time, time,
it's ok,
and Roger, you'll get there someday.
Oh Roger, you never
were much of a looker
and the Oxford girls never talk to you,
but just count to four
and Roger, they'll be yours,
and so will the world, Roger, soon.
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4. |
Trouble
06:38
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Sarah sits outside her door,
praying to God there's more to life than chores,
when out of nowhere, Robert rides
with the Full Moon Gang riding by his side.
Sarah's brother stands behind her
with a shotgun pointed at Robert's coat of fur,
"Sister Sarah, don't believe him,
your home is here, don't leave with him."
Don't go, he's trouble,
Don't go, he's trouble,
Don't go, he's trouble.
Marshal Silver looks the fool,
all dressed up like he's going to Sunday school,
and the side of his gun says 'Preacher',
he's taken it upon himself to be the town's teacher,
he's going to teach young Robert a lesson,
going to rid this town of gangs with his Smith & Wesson.
He sends a message to the Full Moon Gang,
just a friendly talk, he says, and he promises they won't hang.
Sarah cries for her unborn child.
She pleads with Robert because she knows it's all a lie.
Don't go, he's trouble,
Don't go, he's trouble,
Don't go, he's trouble.
Robert knows he's caught.
Back to the wall, holding down the fort.
The Full Moon Gang lying by his side,
he cocks his gun, wipes the blood from his eyes.
Robert steps out from behind the wall,
gun held high but the bullets make him fall
onto his knees and he closes his eyes,
Marshal Silver walks up and kneels beside.
But before Robert goes, he gives Marshall a present of lead,
two times in the belly and one in the head.
Don't go, he's trouble,
Don't go, he's trouble,
Don't go, he's trouble.
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5. |
Good Old Days
02:38
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He was a renegade but his gun was fake
and he didn't kill no one for politics sake
but he'd cut you down with the words from his mouth
if he thought that you didn't care about
the freedom that he fought for,
the friends that he lost in war
and if it "ain't the same as the good old days"
then who the hell are you to say.
He was a runaway but he had no choice,
because he wouldn't hang around for the death of his boy
so he stole him out to London Town
where that boy learnt a thing or two about
the freedom that he fought for,
the friends that he lost in war
and if it "ain't the same as the good old days"
tell me, who the hell are you to say.
The freedom that he fought for,
the friends that he lost in war
and if it "ain't the same as the good old days"
tell me, who the hell are you to say.
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Late Arrivals Club UK
While jumping between studying poetry and philosophy at UEA, Nick Herrmann realised that he didn't have to choose between them - he could unite them in the form of songwriting, and pursue that instead. Combined with his love of alt-country, and his fascination with American folklore, the result is a very English take on americana, thick with symbolism, existentialism and stories about outlaws. ... more
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