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Hide Away
04:21
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I went out to where we'd meet
but I didn't see you
I trawled up and down the bustling street
but I didn't see you
I went to the bar where your friends hung out
but I didn't see you
The room it filled with uncertainty and doubt
That I would ever find you
You said that you would call me today
but it slipped your mind like it did yesterday
and I been calling you ten times a day
but you've run to your hide away
I called your dad, it told me where to go
Said he hadn't heard from you
I called your mum and she just lied
Said she hadn't heard from you
I called your best friend but she hung up
I guess she hadn't heard from you
I called the police, the Samaritans, Lifeline
but no-one had ever heard of you
Like a conjurer with mirrors and smoke
or MI5 with their daggers and cloak
Through the trap door you've slipped away
and run to you hide away
Hey Hey you hide away (x3)
Hey Hey
Well you can run and run 'til the end of the Sun
but one day I'll find you
Under rocks you'll crawl, the Earth will feel small
but one day I'll find you
You can take it is as read, you'll be better off dead
The day I find you
Yeah I'll search you out, have no doubt
and when I do . .
You'll wish you can fly to the stars
or lose yourself in the deserts of Mars
but gravity will keep you as my prey
and you'll run forever and a day
Hey Hey you hide away (x7)
Hey Hey
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2. |
Golden
04:32
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3. |
As You Do
03:59
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As you do
I said in a mocking tone
To someone more exacting
Well their better off left alone
So they say
There's more than meets the eye
It's über cool to be seen
With never a reason why
Intelligence
Inventive
Cultured
Creative
Expression
Elated
Situation
Stupid
Silence is golden
Some things are best unsaid
But who was it that told you
Utopia is credit led?
Auto correction
Post-modern world blues
A traffic violation
No wonder we're confused
Mysterious
Magnetic
Graceful
Genetic
Emotion
Exhausted
Sarcastic
oh I'm so tired of this shit
As you do (x5)
Intelligence
Inventive
Cultured
Creative
Expression
Elated
Stupid
Situation
Mysterious
Magnetic
Graceful
Genetic
Emotion
Exhausted
Sarcastic
oh I'm so tired of this shit
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4. |
Mirror
04:14
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I knew a boy who had the ability
To appreciate the worlds natural beauty
Grew up to be an architect, town planner, city hall
Grew up to build concrete monstrosity
His wife, she's a painter, water colour landscapes
Every stroke she makes is another toward escape
She lives in a tower of steel in a concrete jungle
Against the glass you can hear her fingers scrape
Their son was a poet laureate at least in his own mind
He crafted words that sang with a rhythm and rhyme
Grew up got a job on a red top tabloid
and now his words sink in the filth and grime
His sister she's a thespian
Dreams of treading the boards, Covent Garden down the West End
Her break came in independent film, she had a leading role
DP, A to M, and of course lesbian
If art is the reflection
of humankind's imagination
Then music is the mirror
Music is the mirror to the soul
Music is the mirror to the soul (x3)
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5. |
Comes Around Again
04:57
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On a cold, clear mid-winters night
Orion and his dogs cross the Southern sky
In an endless revolution that takes them through space and time
and for the briefest of moments, they're friends of mine
Then a pale, slumbering Sun struggles to rise
Nativity plays pale under Dawns ageless light
The Earth begins its year long journey again
and Christmas time comes around again
Christmas time comes around again
Another year gone and I've lost another friend
and I don't know where the time goes
or how the money gets spent
Christmas time comes around again
The snow falls heavy and lays deep on the ground
In the Moonlight it glistens as it quiets the sound
Of the choral singers odes to Bethlehem
It's the sound of Christmas and it's ringing again
Christmas time comes around again
Another year gone and I've lost another friend
and I don't know where the time goes
or how the money gets spent
Christmas time comes around again
The hibernators are deep in their holes
The migrators have fled the northern cold
but for the upright hairless ape, the retail frenzy never ends
and Christmas time has come around again.
Christmas time comes around again
Another year gone and I've lost another friend
and I don't know where the time goes
or how the money gets spent
Christmas time comes around again
Christmas time comes around again (x4)
Christmas time (x2)
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6. |
Dirty Shades of May
04:18
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I'm trying
Not to do what I did before
Trying not to say what I said before
Dirty Shades of May (x3)
Now I'm lying
Under a cloudy sky
Crying through my weary eyes
Dirty Shades of May (x4)
Now i'm praying
For you to knock my door
Not saying those things I said before
Dirty Shades of May (x3)
When are you coming home (x3)
Are you coming home
Are you coming home
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7. |
Silver Haze
02:44
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Haze, silver, in a silver haze
Mary-Jane said to me "unlock your mind"
and then she gave me the key
Now the nights blur the days
I toss and turn I can't sleep
and when I do, I fall too deep
I awake in a daze, in a silver
Haze, silver, in a silver haze
Everything that I learn
I forget how it starts or take a wrong turn
As I stumble through the maze
Mary-Jane, she never said
That the voices would start a riot in my head
That I'd be confused and dazed, in a silver
Haze, in a silver haze, in a silver haze, in a silver haze
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8. |
Take Me Down
05:17
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Take me down
Like a leper at the dinner table
Who's just double dipped
and left his finger tips floating in the pate
Take me down
Like a millionaire at the homeless centre
Who's stolen Henrietta's bread roll
and now he's slurping on her soup
Take me down
Like Sister Mary at Sunday school
Who's just taught the girls that Jesus rules
and now their panties are down, ready for internal inspection
Take me down
Like the magistrate, who by day convicts Johnny for some coke
and by night, like to poke
Rent boys while crashing ketamine
Take me down
Like the useless father that I am
Who's gambled the Christmas fund, and when I won,
Spent the winnings on champagne and two Latvian hookers
Take me down
Like the useless waste of space that I am
The lying, cheating, no good loverman that I am
Take me down
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9. |
The Reapers Blues
03:47
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Through these hallowed halls
Between these ancient walls
Hear the bell ringers call
All that rise must fall
In these darkened rooms
Deep in the catacombs
Where the shadows creep from the gloom
The end, it cometh soon
Come to me my faithful
Come to me my friend
Come to me and if you're able
Stick around until the end
Through the unlocked gate
Come and meet your fate
Dont dawdle or hesitate
For the hour is getting late
Don't ask the reasons why
Or look for answers in the sky
All that lives must die
For all the end is nigh
Come to me my faithful
Come to me my friend
Come to me and if you're able
Stick around until the end
Come to me my faithful
Come to me my friend
Come to me and if you're able
Stick around until the end
Come to me my children
and bring along your friends
Come to me come on pilgrim and
Stick around until the end
Here comes the end
Its very nearly the end
The end
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LIES coventry, UK
LIES hail from Coventry, UK. They describe themselves as "alternative" but there style is hard to define. Playing an
eclectic blend of rock, punk, reggae, blues and following no particular style. Their influences range from Nick Cave, The Clash, The Pixies, King Tubby, Johnny Cash etc to spaghetti westerns.
After 25 years the song writing has matured, and the latest tunes reflect this. Enjoy!
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