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A Twist Of Time

by David Philip Ireland

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I Can't Cry 04:20
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The queen is dead But I can’t cry The book is read But I can’t cry The desert’s dry But I can’t cry I can’t cry at all Been misled But I can’t cry Left for dead But I can’t cry Seeing red But I can’t cry I can’t cry at all Chorus: I can’t cry All my tears are wasted I can’t cry they’re dried up in the sun I can’t cry All the tears I’ve tasted are bitter pills dissolving on the tip of my tongue… Broke the bread But I can’t cry Underfed But I can’t cry Swing the lead But I can’t cry I can’t cry at all My tattoos fade But I can’t cry I can’t get laid But I can’t cry My nerves are frayed But I can’t cry I can’t cry at all Chorus: I can’t cry All my tears are wasted I can’t cry they’re dried up in the sun I can’t cry All the tears I’ve tasted are bitter pills dissolving on the tip of my tongue… Racked with rage But I can’t cry Turned the page But I can’t cry Act my age Well, I could try I can’t cry at all The queen is dead But I can’t cry The book is read But I can’t cry It’s all been said My Oh My I can’t cry at all Chorus: I can’t cry All my tears are wasted I can’t cry they’re dried up in the sun I can’t cry All the tears I’ve tasted are bitter pills dissolving on the tip of my tongue…
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Money Matters 02:52
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eBay, Amazon, wonder where the money’s gone Tax Man, Vat Man, catch the money if you can… Bar code, ala mode, sell your mother down the road...whoa whoaaa I’m not afraid of the dark I like it when the nights close in I’m not afraid of the dark I like it when the mailman doesn’t ring Don’t like Manila Red letters dropping to the floor Every letter is a killer So Mailman, stay away from my door…from my door… Chorus: Money matters, money talks Money comes and then it walks Money’s cold but money burns Money bleeds the more you earn Money sucks, but gimme bucks Cause there’ nothing you can say that can change the way that money money money money matters… Yeah... I’m not afraid of the light I like it when the day begins I’m not afraid of the light I like it when the birdies sing I like the sound of coins in the till Notes in my wallet Give me a thrill Hey pal, Paypal coming through the door with more…so much more Chorus: Money matters, money talks Money comes and then it walks Money’s cold but money burns Money bleeds the more you earn Money sucks, but gimme bucks Cause there’ nothing you can say that can change the way that money money money money matters…yeah Money makes you go insane Money crushes you with pain Money never learns……. Money money money money matters… Money money money money matters… Money money money money matters… Yeah...
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Sure Feels Like The Blues 02:22
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• I could be happy  • I could be sad  • I could be good if I wasn’t so bad  • Now glimpses of heaven are leading me on  • But it sure feels like the blues to me…  • I could be white  • I could be black  • They stole my soul and I want it back  • I may be crying crocodile tears  • But it sure feels like the blues to me…  • Chorus;  • Rivers of tears run straight through my heart  • I’ve felt enough pain and regret  • Pierce me with arrows  • Shoot me down in flames  • But let me pour my sorrows out and we’ll see what remains…  • I could be rich  • I could be poor  • All I that wanted was a little bit more  • I may be laughing for the rest of my years  • But it sure feels like the blues to me…  • Chorus;  • Rivers of tears run straight through my heart  • I’ve felt enough pain and regret  • Pierce me with arrows  • Shoot me down in flames  • But let me pour my sorrows out and we’ll see what remains…  • I could be living  • I could be dead  • Can you imagine what’s inside my head  • Dreams of tomorrow leading me on  • But it sure feels like the blues to me
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A Shropshire Lad 02:43
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He’s a Shropshire Lad And he’s not alone Got a mobile phone with a comedy tone And he’s digging a grave while he’s at home Cos tonight he’s off to war He’s a family man with a growing brood Got an en-suite bath Eats endangered food His wife is blond and in the mood But tonight he’s off to war He’s fighting for survival Fighting to survive He fights for queen and country But the poor boy is fighting just to stay alive… He couldn’t say where he was bound But there’s talk of sand and desert towns It’s just a job but it’s a penny to a pound That the silk won’t save him when he hits the ground… He’s a Shropshire Lad He’s a military man Got a Popeye smile and a military tan He’s a gentle soul with a task to do And tonight he’s off to war break He’s fighting for survival Fighting to survive He fights for queen and country But the poor boy is fighting just to stay alive… He’s a Shropshire Lad And he’s not alone We carved his name on a Shropshire stone And we’ll all be there when he comes home…
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Firenze 01:56
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Across arid fields alive with leverets Poplars rose like needles Portraits, red smudges, inky fingerprints Eucalyptus air engulfs us all Easter bunnies and snow Winding flags, cobbled flags and San Giminiano A Morphean carriage ride to Zero Through Boboli gates Firenze We couln’t leave you However hard we tried Cappucino captivated We would have gladly died We left our youth and hopes in your safe keeping Firenze
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Curious Cafe 02:56
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There they sit as the clouds roll by Dreaming dreams that will never die Living their lives through each other’s eyes Fluttering by There they sit in the morning sun Counting blessings one by one Dappled shadows having fun Fluttering by Chorus; Reading books, exchanging looks Whiling the time away Hour after hour Day after Day The boy and the girl at the Curious Café He touches her hand She touches his soul They sip their coffees and butter their rolls They lose themselves in the sticks and stones Fluttering by Who could they be? You and me? Where will they go? Who will they see? All they have’s eternity Fluttering by
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Time After Time After Time 03:36
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• From the silt salt slime of Weston’s grime perpetually grey  • Sixty Three was a summer breeze from Corcovado Bay  • In Sixty Five we came alive with Desmond Dekker and the Dave Clark Five  • When every track the radio played  • Was a visceral thrill, a purple pill, a glider, a lark on Rodborough Hill  • • Sandy Cummings is that you?  • Is there something I can do?  • If I loved you then, girl I love you now  • As sure as the crow that follows the plough  • It was clear as Christ who loved you most cause my love for you was nailed to the post  • • In Sixty Seven the colours came with Strawberry Fields and Penny Lane  • When every track the radio played  • Was a cerebral thrill, a guilty pill  • A couple of strokes ‘neath Stanley Mill  • • Sandy Cummings is that you?  • Is there something I can do  • If I loved you then, girl I love you now  • As sure as the crow that follows the plough  It was clear as Christ who loved you most cause my love for you was nailed to the post
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Barafundle 04:17
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Far across the muddy water Steel fingers lace the lands together And if I pay the price of asking Then I will reach that distant shore And I will travel down the highways Through coal black valleys steeped in rain And thread my way through needle forests ‘til I come home again Ba ba Ba b aba Ba ba ba ba ba And I will cast my cares behind me And I will taste November sea And leave my footprints in the billows As they wash over me Ba ba Ba b aba Ba ba ba ba ba Far across the muddy water Steel fingers lace the lands together And if I pay the price of asking Then I will reach that distant shore
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Red House 03:23
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• My daddy he was a truck driving man,  • My mother she worked in the mill  • And all of my life I’ve been a man of the cloth  • Lord knows I always will...  • They took me down to the Red House  • It was there I lost my faith  • They took me down to the Red House  • And I’m gonna make them pay…  • Well I was born in Cheltenham town  • On a grey October day  • It took me two score years to come of age  • But just one night to lose my way...  • They took me down to the Red House  • They tried to break my faith  • They took me down to the red house  • Someday they’re gonna pay  • I stitch my tales with needle and twine  • In the plying of my trade  • I weave my threads of crimson crimes  • And weep as the colours fade  • They took me down to the Red House  • They tried to break my faith  • They took me down to the Red House  • Someday they’re gonna pay  • Take him down to the Red House  • We’ve got to mend his ways  • Take him down to the Red House  • Make that sinner boy pay
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The Bridge 01:18
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Skunk! 07:44
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Skunk! There’s a little child Eager to fly Where age is just a number Where years no longer tell How far you’ve grown Skunk! The only way to hide is in the bottle Skunk! The only way to find the dead end wall Skunk! You’re looking at the bottom of a bottle And it sure as hell is a long way to fall Free-fall… There’s a little child Eager to fly Where age is just a number that the years deny Who could have known how far you’d grown As we blow the candles one last time… The one thing she craved she lost The one thing she lost she gained The one thing she feared she was love and pain To wear that ball and chain
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New York Broads 04:45
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I’m not given to premonition But I had a strange recurring dream Vertigo towers, adrenalin showers pouring all over me And something about the subway snore Set a tingling in my tummy That was close to butterflying But closer still to dying In the roar and the paper chase of that blue sky day And I hear crying Crying on a blue sky day I hear crying Crying as the sky turned grey And everywhere I look Are ashes underfoot, Ashes of the mourning of the fade away… New York Broads are as tough as they come Tough as they come Tough as they come Throwing their crumbs to Broadway Bums Tough as they come Tough as they come Keeping their Josephs under their thumbs Tough as they come Tough as they come Cause New York Broads is a tough as they come But today they cry like babies… In the future at a wedding in a far-off foreign place New York Broads in Gucci shades will throw confetti, softly pace And walk with sons who missed the ferry across the Hudson Bay… And I hear crying Crying on a blue sky day I hear crying Crying as the sky turned grey And everywhere I look Are ashes underfoot, Ashes of the mourning of the fade away… New York Broads are as tough as they come Tough as they come Tough as they come Throwing their crumbs to Broadway Bums Tough as they come Tough as they come Keeping their Josephs under their thumbs Tough as they come Tough as they come Cause New York Broads is a tough as they come But today they cry like babies… And I hear crying Crying on a blue sky day I hear crying Crying as the sky turned grey And everywhere I look Are ashes underfoot, Ashes of the mourning of the fade away… And I hear crying Crying on a blue sky day I hear crying Crying as the sky turned grey And everywhere I look Are ashes underfoot, Ashes of the mourning of the fade away…
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Wishes 03:00
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I know too much about much too much – But what do you know about me? Try to undo the past a touch, But babe, that can never be We can’t rewind the clock, We can’t turn back the time So what would you do with three gold wishes if they were yours and mine? I can’t erase the things I’ve seen – And I don’t even know if I would… The things I’ve done and in between Are ripples in the brook We can’t rewind the clock, We can’t turn back the time So what could you do with three gold wishes if they were yours and mine? The cruellest cut , the sharpest tongue and all things in between Are what we are and who we were In the waking and the dream We can’t rewind the clock, We can’t turn back the time So what should we do with three gold wishes now they’re yours and mine? Stickiness and little smells Parma violet wishing wells Speedwell blue the summer skies Glider trails and dragonflies Factory bells valley deep Reveries in poppy sleep gibbous moon, the ageless sun Ten, nine, seven, one.
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Keeping The Wolf From The Door 01:26
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Work all day Work all night Do my job Keeping the wolf from the door Earn my keep Pay the bills Snuggle up when winter chills I can’t do any more Keeping the wolf from the door Roll my sleeves up Work my fingers to the bone I’m an underdog of industry A payroll clone Keep on working Ear to the phone Try to keep my dignity Until I come home Work all day Work all night Do my job ‘Cause times are tight I can’t do any more Keeping the wolf from the door

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released February 4, 2018

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David Philip Ireland England, UK

David Philip Ireland is a writer, poet, musician, broadcaster and experimentalist.

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