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Turning My Blind Eye On You
I’m turning my blind eye on you, I’m turning my blind eye on you
I must be moving on that’s what I do
I’m turning my blind eye on you
You used to be my lover but no more, you used to be my lover but no more
You think that I’m still watching, I’m walking out the door
Used to be my lover but no more
You used to fill my thoughts but you’re gone, you used to fill my thoughts but you’re gone
My mind is for my own use from now on
You used to fill my thoughts but you’re gone
That’s why I’m turning my blind eye on you, I’m turning my blind eye on you
I must be moving on that’s what I do
I’m turning my blind eye on you
I don’t regret a moment that we had, I don’t regret a moment that we had
I just had to find my own love, I didn’t mean to make you sad
Don’t regret a moment that we had
But now I’m turning my blind eye on you, I’m turning my blind eye on you
I must be moving on that’s what I do
Turning my blind eye on you
Turning my blind eye on you
Turning my blind eye on you
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Fly Closer To The Sun
03:14
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Fly Closer To The Sun
You’ve cramped your style for all these years, you just shrugged and let it go
Self sabotage and reptile tears kept you to the things you know
Now the clock is running down, you have to face the battles won
Give your dreams the space to breathe, you must fly closer to the sun
Conforming mornings held you down, grimaced greetings kept you straight
Each time you made it into town, the early shift would make you late
Now it’s seen for what it is, the things to cherish and to shun
Leave behind the fear of loss, and then fly closer to the sun
There were days when I believed I’d time to spare and more or less
I’d spend it all or save it up without concern for recklessness
Now I see the line of time, see the road I’m travelling on
Now I have to make a choice then fly closer to the sun
What’s the point of looking back, sifting through the pain that’s past?
It’s not that it brings no dismay, but then is slow and now is fast
I have to see a difference made, see a change in everyone
A forward movement’s all it takes, you can’t fly backwards to the sun
I have to see a difference made, see a change in everyone
A forward movement’s all it takes, you can’t fly backwards to the sun
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Devil's Diamond
03:31
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Devil’s Diamond
The light is breaking down as we wander through the dark town
Searching for the Devil’s Diamond
Our eyes are filled with rain as we start the road again
Searching for the Devil’s Diamond
Sleeping on the run, taking too much sun
Searching for the Devil’s Diamond
Crying for the past, will this trip be the last
Searching for the Devil’s Diamond
How long can we go on like this? It’s harder every time
Broken dreams and promises and words that cease to rhyme
The paths all lead one way, there’s just one price to pay
Searching for the Devil’s Diamond
The time for faith is gone yet we soldier on
Searching for the Devil’s Diamond
It’s a minstrel’s tale, a Holy Grail, a fable lost in time
We ought to know as the failings show, you can’t ignore the signs
The light is breaking down as we wander through the dark town
Searching for the Devil’s Diamond
The time for faith is gone yet we soldier on
Searching for the Devil’s Diamond
How long can we go on like this? It’s harder every time
Broken dreams and promises and words that cease to rhyme
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If I Were A Wish
02:10
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If I Were A Wish
You are a forest, you are a den
You are springtime, you are rain
Your sound is a murmured I love you, your colour is grey
Your world is shifting sand, you wish me away
I am a leafless tree, a creature with nowhere to lie
The season inside me is winter, I am a leaden sky
If I were a sound I’d be snatched by the wind
If I were a colour I’d be blue
If I were a world I’d be frozen water
If I were a wish, I would not come true
Oh if I were a sound I’d be snatched by the wind
If I were a colour I’d be blue
If I were a world I’d be frozen water
If I were a wish, I would not come true
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Rock Me In Your Arms
03:41
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Rock Me In Your Arms
Rock me in your arms, wrap me in your soul
Take these broken pieces, make the pieces whole
Tomorrow’s always fine, it’s today that takes its toll
Rock me in your arms and make me whole
I’ve never been a loser, I’ve always earned my pay
I’ve known success and failure and doubts along the way
Sometimes I feel so empty, no hope left to extol
Rock me in your arms and make me whole
Rock me in your arms, wrap me in your soul
Take these broken pieces, make the pieces whole
Tomorrow’s always fine, it’s today that takes its toll
Rock me in your arms and make me whole
My confidence is real, some days it isn’t there
Can’t look out the window, can’t even leave the chair
I need a loving push, just to get me back in role
Rock me in your arms and make me whole
Life just paints me in a corner, sucks the breath out of the room
I need some help to turn it over, let positivity resume
I feel a bloody fool, for leaning on you now
My thirst for independence makes it wrong somehow
I need to grab the chances to loosen self-control
Rock me in your arms and make me whole
Rock me in your arms, wrap me in your soul
Take these broken pieces, make the pieces whole
Tomorrow’s always fine, it’s today that takes its toll
Rock me in your arms and make me whole
Rock me in your arms and make me whole
Rock me in your arms, make me whole
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Monica Is Taller than Me
03:44
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Monica Is Taller Than Me
Monica is waiting on tables, Monica’s waltzing through tables
The eyes in the room are turned onto her
Monica’s taller than me, three inches taller than me
Monica knows what she’s doing, she’s in control of what she’s doing
I think she’s noticed I’m watching her
Monica’s taller than me, looking right down on me
Her mouth is small, her lips are juicy
Her eyes, Scottish grey, her nose retroussé
Monica’s not really her name, truth is I don’t know her name
I have to call her something, I have to call her soon
Shooting for the moon, I’d just be shooting for the moon
Monica’s younger than me, noticeably younger than me
I know that I can dream, but I’m really what I seem
Monica’s younger than me, thirty years younger than me
Her mouth is small, her lips are juicy
Her eyes, Scottish grey, her nose retroussé
Monica’s down on her knees, clearing up carrots and peas
My evening’s nearly done, I’m not her kind of fun
Monica’s taller than me, three inches taller than me
Thirty years younger than me, Monica is taller than me
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The Village
02:59
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The Village
In the village in the forest, they’re gathering their forces
To march against the soldiers, who killed family and friends
Young girls preparing rations, old women tearing bandages
Others cleaning weapons, mothers, daughters, wives
They are fighting for the hatred, fighting for the anger
Fighting for their manhood, they are fighting for their lives
Every enemy they slaughter, will bring a retribution
They don’t care about the consequence, they have clarity of mind
They plan to blow up bridges, set fire to trucks and wagons
Bring chaos to the barracks, bring down the dogs of war
They are fighting for the hatred, they’re fighting for the anger
Fighting for their manhood, they are fighting for their lives
The enemy lies waiting, he knows of their intentions
Caught in a deadly crossfire, they melt back into the night
The stragglers are returning, no expression on their faces
Was it traitor or coincidence that tore their hopes away?
They are fighting for the hatred, fighting for the anger
Fighting for their manhood, they are fighting for their lives
They know the retribution will not be slow in coming
Another burned out clearing, where a village used to be
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JJ's Bar
03:05
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JJ’s Bar
Oasis in the city, desert in a storm
Pressure the exception, fluidity the norm
You can sing a ballad, you can play a reel
No room for obligation, it’s just the way you feel
At JJ’s ... at JJ’s Bar, at JJ’s ... be just who you are
At JJ’s ... at JJ’s Bar, at JJ’s ... you can be a star
Axel on the keyboard, Graham’s on the drum
Colin plays those sweet, sweet notes, progressive marathon
The world outside is ancient, the sound inside is new
Friendship everlasting, telepathy of the few
At JJ’s ... at JJ’s Bar, at JJ’s ... be just who you are
At JJ’s ... at JJ’s Bar, at JJ’s ... you can be a star
Note it in your diary, nail it to your wall
The next time you’re in Egypt it’s your first choice port of call
You can go by camel, you can go by car
Take a penny whistle, take a steel guitar
At JJ’s ... at JJ’s Bar, at JJ’s ... be just who you are
At JJ’s ... at JJ’s Bar, at JJ’s ... you can be a star
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The Ship
03:29
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The Ship
Sailing on through the evening, faced with fear and awe
Lights of land have enticed me, I dare not touch the shore
A hero on the water, all majesty aglow
The common track has turned its back and that’s what you refuse to know
It seems your figurehead’s matchwood, your flag is gleaming white
Ulcers under the varnish, they’re showing through tonight
The voice that said you were frightened, it wasn’t all that wrong
Truth’s not what they’re paid for, and they’ll find my will too strong
The pumps are choked with deception, frustration turns the wheel
Fires are flaming around me, I really feel how they feel
But the furnace just throws out blackness, the heat’s of a negative kind
All these strains of creation, you know, they’re surely too much for one mind
So we’re sailing on through the evening, faced with fear and awe
Lights of land have enticed us but we dare not touch the shore
We’re all heroes on the water, all majesty aglow
The common track has turned its back and that’s what you refuse to know
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People Watching
04:21
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People Watching
I’d like to call you Eleanor, electric bones in ghostly face
A certain poise and graceful bearing, raised above the commonplace
The man you’re with looks so uneasy, chewed down nails and darting eyes
He’s stumbled on a winning ticket, you’re his trophy, you’re his prize
And it helps to pass the time, people watching’s not a crime
Patrick’s sitting on the sofa, with Natasha, his best friend
He’s opening his heart up to her, she’ll stick with him till the end
All his trials and tribulations, keep on adding to the score
If he’d open up his eyes, she would give him so much more
And it helps to pass the time, people watching’s not a crime
Across the room a lonely man, with lonely thoughts stares at his feet
He can’t believe he’s lost it all, believe she put him on the street
I’m going to call him Christopher, that’s all he’s got now, just a name
He goes back to their favourite places, on his own it’s not the same
But it helps to pass the time, people watching’s not a crime
Malcolm’s chatting to the barmaid, she can’t wait to end her shift
He’s got a view on every topic, her attention starts to drift
He thinks that he’s God’s gift to women, women find him such a bore
He’s despised by all those present, talking to him’s just a chore
Ah but it helps to pass the time, people watching’s not a crime
There’s Arthur with his Sporting Life, and Terry with his best friend’s wife
All human life is there to see, and I wonder what they think of me?
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Tony Burt Bromyard, UK
Tony Burt has been an active musician, singer and performer for over 50 years. He has performed solo and with a variety of
bands over this period and has learned and mastered many styles of music.
In recent years this experience has led to an impressive body of songwriting that combines thought provoking lyrics and imagery with memorable tunes.
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