Imaginary Medals

by candythief

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1.
04:42
Where is the promise? The magic in numbers The softly uttered restlessness Sent up to tell, we left it to others And they have not done well, done well, done well They have not done well, done well, done well It's hard when you find the sand slipping away The springs that unwind and decay It's hard not to number the reasons today Why the time of fulfilment's put off and delayed Difficulty is the cloak, the disguise Of the summons to be bold Turn on your radar for what you are told Your thoughts are the only things you can control The river still flows, as red rivers must We're human bridges and we will rust If we feed our hearts on scraps and crusts If we never shake off the sorrow and dust It's hard when you find your hands gripping the air Convenient fictions all laid bare We dwell behind doors in the smallest of selves Fluffing the main chance, prevented, withheld The river still flows, as red rivers must We're human bridges and we will rust If we feed our hearts on scraps and crusts If we never shake off the sorrow and dust The river still flows, as red rivers must We're human bridges and we will rust If we feed our hearts on scraps and crusts If we never shake off the sorrow and dust The river still flows, the river still flows Sent up to tell we left it to others Sent up to tell we left it to others Sent up to tell we left it to others Sent up to tell Where is the promise? The magic in numbers The softly uttered restlessness Sent up to tell, we left it to others And they have not done well.
2.
03:26
You've got to fill the space that you're standing on or How can it hold you up Is it before we're born that we learn to hide We learn to hide the things that we all share The problem comes we we go to massive lengths to Make sure that no-one finds us out, but Often the compass gets lost with all the rest That's when you start to get the sinister requests Today is heroism Today is falling away We're not confined to ashes We are the link, not the chain Across the threshold then, into the stranger air If you don't start you will never get there In stillness fingers reach for the golden thread The inner voice that is so frequently misread. Sorrow's army has a boundless force So drop your burdens and your parcels of remorse Ev'ry seed will one day just leave a husk Use your time well because it's loaned to you on trust. Today is heroism Today is falling away We're not confined to ashes We are the link, not the chain
3.
At was down in old Joe's bar room, At the corner by the square You know the drinks were served as usual, And the usual crowd was there Now on my left stood big Joe McKennedy, His eyes were bloodshot red And as he looked at the gang around him, These were the very words he said I went down to the St. James Infirmary, I saw my baby there Stretched out on a long white table, So young, so cold, so fair Seventeen coal black horses, Hitched to a rubber-tired hack Seven girls goin' to the graveyard, Only six of them are coming back Well let her go, let her go, God bless her, wherever she may be She may search this wide world over, And never find another man like me Now when I die just bury me In my high top stetson hat Place a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain, To let the Lord know I died standing pat I want six crap shooters for my pallbearers, And a chorus girl to sing me a song Place a jazz band on my hearse wagon, Just to raise hell as we roll along Well now that you've heard my story, I'll take another shot of booze And if anyone here should ask you, I got the gamblers blues!
4.
If I fall there'll be another, another If she falls there'll be another, another Take your place, take your place, take up your post No more almost Embers starved of oxygen seem feeble, tame Dots in a galaxy apparently the same But they're just waiting for the wind that always comes in the end To blaze into life, to transform and defend If I fall there'll be another, another If she falls there'll be another, another. What's a getaway car and what's a cell? What do you dare to tell? Darkness can't resist the bright glare of fire Nothing real can be destroyed or disappear Consume the shabby corners of self-appointed jail Stop fighting for imaginary medals If I fall there'll be another, another If she falls there'll be another, another Crack the stone, mark the way, you can't turn back There's nothing there anymore, hidden acts Break the silence with a raindrop, a hammer or a wave Be the arrow that spins all the way You are part of the wind that always comes in the end To blaze into life, to transform, don't relent If I fall there'll be another, another If I fall there'll be another, another
5.
We'll watch as the water comes over us all And nothing was finer, and nothing was wrong All of the time it was time to belong We will walk up the hill, we'll get to the top We'll put down a flag and then we will stop We'll tell all the stories that we've ever known You've started writing one of your own *la* Maybe one day when you carry on You'll find yourself lost and fear you are going If your courage falters right down in your bones, you will find out that you're never along So let your feet fly through forests wide Teach your hands to let go of false price You've got all the seeds for the things that you need All of the time it is time to believe Baking deserts can burst to life Seas can dry City pavements grind to specks There are many ways to sleep In bitter dreams There are smoke screens passed off as fact You will see through all of this You'll see through this You'll stay awake, you'll be awake *la*
6.
When I was in service in Rosemary Lane I won the goodwill of my master and dame Till a sailor came there one night to lie And that was the beginning of my misery He asked for a candle to light him to bed Likewise a silk hankerchief to tie round his head To tie round his head, as sailors will do And then he said 'Polly, will you come too?' Well this girl, being foolish, she thought it no harm To lie on the bed to keep herself warm And what was done there I will never disclose But I wish that short night had been seven long years Early next morning, the sailor arose And into my apron three guineas did throw Saying this will I give you and more will I do If you'll be my Polly wherever I go If it's a boy, he'll fight for the king And if it's a girl she'll wear a gold ring She'll wear a cold ring and a dress all aflame... A gold ring, a dress aflame A gold ring, a dress aflame She will remember my service in Rosemary lane. When I was in service in Rosemary Lane I won the goodwill of my master and dame Till a sailor came there one night to lie And that was the beginning of my misery.
7.
Summer was discovery now the slightest wind chills me and I’ve set nothing aside I’ve only scattered thoughts to hide From quicker clock face hands From rain that turns it all to sand A bit more life is in the can With hands outstretched we try to cram Every last taste and scent and breath That rings of life but every pledge Holds its promise and the line Towards home is hard to find 30 seconds is a lifetime on tv, and this is what I’d Say if I had your attention Please don’t spend the hours staring at the Distant shrines in shopping malls The speechless saints on magazines and city walls See the billboards on the street / Take us all for imbeciles Lay their promise at our feet But it’s always out of reach With our minds thus occupied We didn’t see our hands get tied They seduce us and deride Us, and we swallow all our pride. Who dares tell you good enough Means buying into all this stuff While the thoughts inside your head Are dismissed, remain unsaid. 30 seconds is a lifetime on tv, and this is what I'd Say if I had your attention Please don’t spend the hours staring at the Distant shrines in shopping malls The speechless saints on magazines and city walls
8.
The starting gun /Echoes on / Fires again To raise us / From waking dreams / Half pretend Just one life / We don’t de-pend upon The myths we’re sold / Getting old / Don’t let on Your heart’s a roaring furness under-neath the evening news A mighty engine longing for /The chance to be the fuse So dance again / Doubt suspend / Wake, extend The lack is not within / Your own / hands can mend Draw the curtain back / Join what was once apart Scrape the grease from / Your beating heart... Your heart’s a roaring furness Underneath the evening news A mighty engine longing for The chance to be the fuse We are bullets of pure light Unravelling in time Through damage, loss, theft; The darkest of each other’s crimes
9.
The longing never goes The longing's not your friend It's still in your heart and your skin It stays with you till the very end The hands must always turn But don't turn your face away Don't hide yourself in flight or earth Be here now, no truthless hurt This is a marching song calling forth, calling on This is a city hymn, pull the future out of the bargain bin This is the next lifetime sundering and mending signs This is a litany to rouse us from our frailty Each mind a castle with a thousand rooms, and riches in each one No-one begins with all they need; imperfect chances, wayward feet And when we leave we want to say - 'There's nothing else I could have done... I had to leave the rest unsaid. The deck was full but the cards unread.' This is a marching song calling forth, calling on This is a city hymn, pull the future out of the bargain bin This is the next lifetime sundering and mending signs This is a litany to rouse us from our frailty

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released March 30, 2018

Lyrics and music by Diana de Cabarrus, except St James Infirmary & Rosemary Lane, both traditional.
Arranged by Diana de Cabarrus, Barry Hughes, Andy Philip, Anne Aulmann
Guitars/vocals - Diana de Cabarrus
Drums - Jem Doulton
Percussion - Jack Fawcett
Bass - Barry Hughes
Guitars/vocals/accordion - Andy Philip
Cello/vocals - Anne Aulmann
Accordion - Brigid Kaelin
Saxophone - Tallulah Molleson.

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