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It's Time She Said
03:52
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It's Time She Said.
(Bill Taylor-Beales)
Aint got no book no coat to bring ya
Aint got no heart no bone to share
Just my hand on yours now, she said
It’s time she said
it’s time she said
Your mind is full of diamonds and they’re
Sparkling in your eyes yet young
Take you not of age or time now, she said
It’s time she said
it’s time she said
Hear from your fathers’ house now
Born of your mothers light
Press your swollen cheek to mine now, she said
It’s time she said, it’s time she said
It’s time she said,
it’s time she said
It’s time she said,
Aint got no book no coat to bring ya
Aint got no heart no bone to share
Just my hand on yours now, she said
It’s time she said,
To come on home
Lets go home
Come on home
Let’s go home
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2. |
Seaside Town
04:38
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SEaside Town
(BillTaylor-Beales)
There’s an old man rolling papers but there’s nothing to put in them
So he strolls up to the bar - I’ll have half a jar of what’s best for me
Old lady she takes pity on him and offers him a ciggy
He says thank you love - Let’s go outside and go for a walk
Talking away our days in a seaside town
Walking away our days in a seaside town
Just wishing – you were here – just wishing – you were here
(all my days – every wave)
Outside there’s a seagull - who just thinks he might be an eagle - floating high in the sky
The old man wonders if he might just have another pie for tea
He contemplates a pebble that’s just sitting in the middle
When the sea washes over him - he lay down and smile
Whiling away his days in a seaside town
Smiling away his days in a seaside town
Just wishing – you were here – just wishing – you were here
(all my days – every wave)
Was in that seas side café where I offered my love to Maddy
She said thank you love one more cuppa – cino would be just fine
Up to my place and she said she really liked this place
And can I wash my face just a cuppa tea this time
To have and to hold in a seaside town
In the summer when we’re cold in a seaside town
In the winter when we’re old in a seaside town
Just wishing – you were here – just wishing – you were here
(all my days – every wave)
Just wishing – you were here - (all my days – every wave…)
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3. |
Old Blind Jack
03:56
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Old Blind Jack
(Bill Taylor-Beales)
Well old blind Jack can’t see us now
Playing like an old pack of fools
Oh old blind Jack can’t see us now
Playing like an old pack of fools
Playing out the light, Honey, we’re playing out the light
We’re kissing, wishing wailing wild
The cats caught out in the cold
Kissing, wishing wailing wild
The cats caught out in the cold
Playing out the light, Honey, we’re playing out the light
Tonight I’ll tame the dragon
All fiery orange and blue
I tattoo my arm to try and keep warm
And I do it just for you
Playing out the light, Honey, we’re playing out the light
Tonight I’ll tame the dragon
All fiery orange and blue
I tattoo my arm to try and keep warm
And I do it just for you
Playing out the light, Honey, we’re playing out the light
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4. |
How Many Times
04:52
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How Many Times
(Bill Taylor-Beales)
How many times do I have to tell you not to walk so close by my side?
How many times do I have to tell you not to look in the places, the places I hide?
And how many times do I have to tell you please don’t open my eyes?
When nobody wants you - and nobody needs you - but nobody wants to let go
Nobody wants to let go
How many times do I have to tell you I’m not holding my breathe for your return, one day, one day
How many times do I have to tell you want I do ain’t none of your concern, so don’t be
And how many times do I have to explain, it’s my pain, it’s my pain
When nobody wants you - and nobody needs you - and nobody wants to let go
Nobody wants to let go
You’ve just seen a face that you’ve seen in a race and it’s yours when you’re running back home
You’ve just seen a Christ that you left there to die when you’re walking away on your own
I’d rather be down in the deep blue sea than to see you face to face
Nobody wants you - and nobody needs you - and nobody wants to let go
Nobody wants to let go
Walk out or shout it out but leave me alone – I said – walk out or shout it out but leave me alone
It’s my life and I’ll make it on my own - it’s my life and I’ll take it where I want
When nobody wants you - and nobody needs you - and nobody wants to let go
When nobody wants you - and nobody needs you - but nobody wants to let go
When nobody wants you - and nobody needs you - but nobody wants to let go
Nobody wants to let go
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5. |
Heaven
04:07
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Heaven
(Bill Taylor-Beales)
Some cold men down, crawling on some hazy ground
Child with a blue lip smile, still riding in a carousel
Ladies are falling, falling, falling down
Ladies are falling, falling, falling down
To be alone, it’s not unusual - to be alone, it’s not unusual – to be alone
Some saints they’re just hanging on and everyone is calling your name
Nobody’s laughing anymore
There’s a face at the window, snow on the ground
Face at the window, snow on the ground
To be alone, it’s not unusual - to be alone, it’s not unusual – to be alone
Rock ’n’ roll star, American dream – living on acid now, tastes like cream
Black and white actor badly, written scene – student of philosophy, Satres Scream
Then Heaven, then Heaven
Not running anymore, I am not running anymore
I am not running anymore, I am not running anymore
I am not running anymore, running anymore
Running anymore, running anymore
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6. |
Living On Concrete
01:58
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Living On Concrete
(Bill Taylor-Beales)
She’s living on concrete
Running in bare feet
Hands slap the ground
Each time she falls
Her body was broken
Before she was born
She’s holding no one
No one to blame
She says it’s all right
She says it’s all right
I know that I’m going
Some place better than here
She says it’s all right
She says it’s all right
It’s just that I’m leaving
Sooner than I’d like
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7. |
Neptune Didn't Rise
04:32
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Neptune Didn't Rise
(Bill Taylor-Beales)
Neptune didn’t rise
When the sun got in his eyes
He said the ocean was big enough for everyone
He didn’t fall you telling lies that what you wanted to here
The crack in your voice gave you away
So what’s a god supposed to do when the Devil is always new?
What was I supposed to say – Stand here or run away – to you – to you – to you?
Napoleon he loved his men, he killed them everyday and often
He said on your knees now I’m taller than you
The rent you were charging was running out on you
The battle you were conducting was playing the wrong tune
So what’s a god supposed to do when the Devil is always new?
What was I supposed to say – Stand here or run away – to you – to you – to you?
So what’s a god supposed to do when the Devil is always new?
What was I supposed to say – Stand here or run away – to you – to you – to you?
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8. |
Lay Down
03:19
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Lay Down
(Bill Taylor-Beales)
Let’s steal a ship, learn how to spit
Lay down, lay down
Children who fight, one hand holding the kite
Lay down, lay down
We’re ragged and were naïve - The Ocean it comes as rain
Lay down kind of curious - The Ocean it comes as rain
Memory still live here is it real or pretend
Lay down, lay down
You still have that jacket the postcards I sent
Lay down, lay down
We’re ragged and were naïve - The Ocean it comes as rain
Lay down kind of curious - The Ocean it comes as rain
Find me a lake they wash away disgust
Lay down, lay down
Watch it dissolve into beauty and dust
Lay down, lay down
We’re ragged and were naïve - The Ocean it comes as rain
Lay down kind of curious - The Ocean it comes as rain
Gonna’ sink all the boats in the harbour now
You can dive, you can dive right in
Gonna sink all the boats in the harbour now, pick you axe and swing
Gonna’ sink all the boats in the harbour now
You can dive, you can dive right in
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9. |
Running Home
03:48
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Running Home
(Bill Taylor-Beales)
Ladies sit, mirrors on their laps
Waiting for the fine dust to fall
And the ladies sit wiping from their lips
Fine powdered sugar from the sky
And they’re running, home
And they’re running, running home
Gentlemen stand all hand in hand
Looking to the other one to buy
Please gentlemen stand wiping from your hand
Fine powdered sugar from the sky
And they’re running, home
And they’re running, running home
Children they run all one by one
Kicking up the fine dust as it falls
See the sun how it shines all down in lines
Lines across the mirror of the sky
We’re all running, home
We’re all running, so far from home
So far from home, so far from home
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10. |
Sometime Later
05:30
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Sometime Later
(Bill Taylor-Beales)
And as the siren dies away this is the ABC, Armageddon Broadcasting Corporation coming to you live from the Ocean Ballroom here at South Parade Pier. Broadcasting to you on whatever frequencies are left, until the tower of song finally crumbles into the sea. This is Sir Silence and I’ll be with you in this fine and friendly hour, so grab yourself a beverage and find some one to be kind to this is Sometime Later.
Some, sometime later, sometime later, sometime later’s the greatest part of me…
All the lines are down so no more calls but we will be digging into the archives to remember those who have dropped into the fine and friendly hour leaving us their kind words and wisdom.
One of our more frequent callers Bob, assured us that there were two riders approaching and the wind began to howl.
Patti states quite clearly that people have the power to redeem the work of fools.
Let’s not forget Tom who’s adamant that small change got rained on by his own 38.
Len hit the nail on the head as always and simply left a message stating it’s closing time.
Janis convinced us that we should all try just a little bit harder.
Gillian left a voice mail and said that time and time only will be the great revelator.
Sandy says hi, and reminds us that we will all meet on the ledge.
Lastly fine and friendly folk please remember that now, now is as late as its ever going to get, I said that. Goodnight.
Some, sometime later, sometime later, sometime later’s the greatest part of me…
She said, someone some how, somewhere, some time…
Sometime later’s the greatest part of me…
She said, someone some how, somewhere, some time…
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Sir Silence And The Hush Wales, UK
Sir Silence AKA Bill Taylor-Beales has been making music for over 35 years both as a professional singer-songwriter and as a community musician. He has toured internationally and performed to major festivals both in the UK and in America. His community work has seen him working in prisons and hospices. ... more
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