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Friday's child
T.k.o.
Mother can't do
Quiet art
The day you went away
If only I could
Homecoming song by Suzannah Cataway
Face of Appalachia
Naming names
Inexoraby yours



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Fridays child

(Stewart, D. Munday)

Just when I lose my touch, you come up and touch me.
Just when I can't find the world, you run up and tell me.
I'm off in the distance, out of time, out of place.
You always save a trace for friday's child. Friday's child.

At times I drift too far from shore. You get the life line to me.
When I fight my holy war. You tell me what it's good for.
I walk in you footsteps when the road gets too wild.
You go the extra mile for friday's child. Friday's child.
Friday's child.

I see it like a silver screen. You see just what you like.
When I cant see anything. You make the world turn my way,
you make the world turn my way.

I walk in your footsteps when the road's hard to find.
You stand the test of time for friday's child. Friday's child.
Friday's child, friday's child, friday's child, friday's child,

You make the world turn my way. Friday's child, friday's child.
You make the world turn my way. Friday's child, friday's child.
You make the world turn my way. Friday's child, friday's child.
You make the world turn my way. Friday's child, friday's child.

T.k.o.

(C. Womack)

Lookin' back over my years, I guess I shed us some tears.
I told myself time again, this time you're gonna win.
But another fight, things ain't right, I'm losing again.
It takes a fool to loose twice, to start all over again.

I think I beter let him go coz it looks like another love t.k.o.
I think I beter let him go coz it looks like another love t.k.o.

Chorus:
I tried to take control of his life. He took control of me.
See you loose all thought and sense of time.
You have a change of mind.
Takin' the bumps and bruises and all the things of a two time looser.
See I tried to hold on, my faith has gone.
It's just another said song.

So I think I better let him go coz it looks like another love t.k.o.
I think I better let him go coz it looks like another love t.k.o.

Boy you've got me goin'around in circles.
And I just can't seem to get my feet on the ground.

Chorus

So I think I better let him go coz it looks like another love t.k.o.
I think I better let him go coz it looks like another love t.k.o.
I think I better let him go coz it looks like another love t.k.o.
I think I better let him go coz it looks like another love t.k.o.

Mother can't do

(Robert James)

Lay down your head I'll carry your chains tonight,
coz it's been so long since last night.
Forgive and forget there's been enough punishment.
Break out the shine it's morning.
Coz the war is over now.
Time to get back behind the plough.
Forge a whole new world for me and you.

Mother can't to do what she used to do.
No Mamma can't do what she used to do.
No Mamma can't do.
Mamma can't do what she used to do.
No Mamma can't do.
Chains of command they drag across her back.
Breaking new ground that won't grow back.
Words turn to sand by the desert of their own creation.
Motherless sand dunes.
Searching for their first relation.
Coz the war is over now.
Time to get back behind the plough.
Forge a whole new world for me and you.

Mother can't do what she used to do.
Mother can't do what she used to do.
No mother can't do.
Mamma can't do what she used to do.
No mother can't do.

The fires have burned.
And the tide has turned.
And the ships, and the ships have come home.

Mother can't do what she used to do.
No Mamma can't do what she used to do.
No mother can't do.
Mamma can't do what she used to do.
No mother can't do.
No Mamma can't do what she used to do.
No mother can't do.
Coz the war is over now
Mamma can't do what she used to do.
No mother can't do what she used to do
No mother can't do

(fading)

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Quiet art

(Wendy Matthews, M. O'Connor)

You show astounding grace
among these dislocated souls.
Youíre not of this world,
where everything is bought and sold.

I have tried
but thankfully Iím flesh and soul.
Youíre just standing quiet
another lost forgotten art.
Either way you miss.
For you are neither slave nor free.
If you can stay with me
talk about the things that you most want to be.
The quiet art of standing still.

Hold on tight.
We can withstand the coldest hearts.
To the world weary smile.
You feel thereís nothing left to give.
I want to help you carry this.
If silence is consent,
then I have nothing left to say.
If you can stay with me
talk about the things that you most want to be well.
Itís not past you get.
Itís a quiet art of standing still.

This must be a test.
I pray you can find the strength.
Like moments you regret.
Nothing can be done theyíre gone.
Sleep come take me quick
to the quiet art of standing still.

Try and touch the place
where everything was broken
by all that you resist.
You cannot make a deal with god.
I want to help you carry this.
If silence is consent.
Thereís nothing left I have to say.
If you can stay with me
talk about the things that you most want to be well.
It hasnít past you yet.
Itís a quiet art of standing still.

The day you went away

(Male, Batson)

Hey, does it ever make you wonder what's on my mind.
I was only ever running back to your side.
I never cried, I just watched my life go by.
It's just a pack of lies, coz you're leaving me behind.
Why after this long is there nothing I'll keep.
Oh I can shout, you'll pretend you're falling asleep.
I live a lie yeh believing that you're mine.
It's just a waste of time, coz you're leaving me behind.
Hey, there's not a cloud in the sky.
It's as blue as your good bye.
And I thought it would rain on a day like today.

Hey, there's not a cloud in sight.
It's as blue as your blue good bye.
And I thought it would rain the day you went away.

Hey, does it ever make you wonder what's on my mind.
I was only ever running back to your side.
Hey, there's not a cloud in the sky.
It's as blue as your good bye.
And I thought it would rain on a day like today.
Hey there's not a cloud in sight.
It's a blue as your blue good bye.
And I thought that it would rain the day you went away.

He's on the buses and the aeroplanes
with some groceries and a sleeping bag.

If only I could

(S.Youngblood, R. Hamm, M. Stabb, C. Zundel)

Everybody all around the world stand up and be brothers.
Joining our hands, united we're stronger.
Fighting for peace, caring about our loved ones,
trusting ourselves, sharing our feelings.

Believe me, if only I could I'd make this world a better place.
If only I could I'd make this world a better place.
Believe me, believe.
Believe me, believe.
If only I could.

I think about the implications of lover between the sheets.
With all the hugging and kissing.
It's tearing my heart apart.
All people standing hand in hand.
Celebrating all different colours.
Joining together, sharing their feelings.
Please believe me.

Believe me, believe.
Believe me, believe.
If only I could, I'd make this world a better place.
If only I could, I'd make this world a better place.
If only I could, I'd make this world a better place.
If only I could, I'd make this world a better place.
If only I could.

Believe me, believe.
Believe me, believe.
If only I could I'd make this world a better place.
If only I could I'd make this world a better place.
If only I could I'd make this world a better place.
If only I could.

Homecoming song by Suzannah Castaway

(R. James)

Homecoming song by Suzannah Castaway.
Homecoming song by Suzannah Castaway.

I know it's too late for Suzannah now but we hear her whispers in the stream.
Pride is strong beneath her feet.
From here to there we dream, those whispers in the stream
Oh Suzannah you dream for all who are displaced by foreign call.

Oh wherever we may roam.
There's always her song in our hearts to show us the way back home.
There's always her song in our hearts.

Homecoming song by Suzannah Castaway.
Homecoming song by Suzannah Castaway.

Time stops every time I stop and remember you.
Oh Suzannah you dream for all who are displaced by foreign call.
Oh Suzannah, oh sent to Botany Bay.

Oh wherever we may roam.
There's always her song in our hearts to show us the way back home.
There's always her song in our hearts.

Homecoming song by Suzannah Castaway.
Homecoming song by Suzannah Castaway.
Homecoming song by Suzannah Castaway.

Hold the dream when you walk through that door.
Hold the dream when you walk through that door.
And join it with times to come.
Song to show us the way back home.
Homecoming song by Suzannah Castaway.
Song to show us the way back home.
Homecoming song by Suzannah Castaway.
Song to show us the way back home.
Homecoming song by Suzannah Castaway.
Song to show us the way back home.

Hold the dream when you walk through that door.
And join it with times to come.

Homecoming song by Suzannah Castaway.
Homecoming song by Suzannah Castaway.
Homecoming song by Suzannah Castaway.
Homecoming song by Suzannah Castaway.
Homecoming song by Suzannah Castaway.
Homecoming song by Suzannah Castaway.

(fading)

Face of Appalachia

(L.George, J. Sebastien)

Being born in blocks of buildings, with the subway lullaby.
When I'd dream of Appalachia, it was dreams that had to die.
Coal trains wailin', banjos frailin', smiles escapin' through the night.
All my dreams of Appalachia were there. In that cold grey apartment life.

I would fashion, I'd imagine somewhere steep, and waterfalls.
Wild birds sing to a five string, bouncing music off mountain walls.
Coal trains wailin', banjos frailin', smiles escapin' through the night.
Of the face of Appalachia, she was changin' that's for sure.

Grandpa made me quite a promise, for the day I came of age.
He said we'd walk through Appalachia, Northern Georgia, on through to Maine.
Dreadful sorry my beloved, but such a promise he could not keep.
All my dreams of Appalachia, were an old man's memory.
Were an old man's memory.

Naming names

(L.White, S.Lynch, L.Wyatt)

I'm naming names.
I'm naming names.
I'm naming names.
I'm naming names.

Battered prides leave crimson trails, from the cradle to the tomb.
You can pull off their wings like butterflies.
And yet they still say I love you.
And storybook romances come to a bitter end.
And passionate embraces end up in broken limbs.

Lord knows it's a sticky situation, yeah.
And it's much too much for me to bear.
Heaven knows how I still feel for you boy.
But something's traded our sweet love.
I won't drink that evil brew.

I'm naming names.
I'm naming names.
Telling the world.
I'm naming names.
I'm naming names.

When you whisper your sweet nothings, sweet nothing's all they mean.
And your idea of never again seems to be maybe 3 or 4 weeks.
And I won't be your whipping post for you to vent your anger on, no no no.
And I won't be humiliated or a victim from now on.

You think your problems are totally unique, yeah.
You run from them and you walk all over me.
I won't be your doormat for you to wipe your feet.
I swallowed your lies, I swallowed my pride.
but this time, this time.

I'm naming names.
I'm naming names.
I'm naming names.
I'm naming names.
telling the world.

Shut up, shut up.
Shut up, shut up.
Shut up, shut up.
Shut up, shut up.

I'm naming names.
I'm naming names.
I'm naming names.
I'm naming names.

(fading)

Inexorably yours

(L.Gordon)

She's rich and famous, she looks like sheneeds taking home.
Armed and dangerous and all alone.
She boards an aeroplane she's bored out of her mind.
The coffe lounge conversation, well it's just wasted time.

Heading into the sunset she feels
like telling the driver to bring down those wheels,
and take her back to a place where she'd heal.
That relationship is hurting her so.

This ain't the first time.
ow I wish that she would learn.
She gets this need for someone close.
And she ends up getting burned.
She falls for bully boys who weave their magic for a while.
But that drug no sooner wears away and she's aching again.

Heading into the sunset she feels
like telling the driver to bring down those wheels,
and take her back to man who would steal
all of the pride that she's got left.

She saysif I let him down orif things didn't look so good.
If I played around, well he knows I wouldn't do it.
He knows I couldn't go through with it.

She's caught in an age old trap of treat 'em mean to keep 'em keen.
She won't help herself no more.

Heading into the sunset she feels
like telling the driver to bring down those wheels,
and take her back to man who would steal
all of the pride that she's got left.


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