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Sing Your Life
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Sing your life like it’s a song
Sing it tender, sing it strong
Weep with others as they weep
Oh, sing of truth when talk is cheap
And, when you can, sing joyfully
Let your melody run free
Oh, sing your life like it’s a song!
Oh, sing your life like it’s a song!
When the world’s all din and noise
Keep some music in your voice
If you’re hated or provoked
Then sing with passion
Sing in hope that if you share a melody
You might make friends of enemies
Oh, sing your life like it’s a song!
Oh, sing your life like it’s a song!
Sing your life like it’s a song
And as that tune rolls on and on
The more honestly you sing
You’ll find that others soon join in
And as your melodies entwine
May your harmony be fine
Oh, sing your life like it’s a song!
Oh, sing your life like it’s a song!
While breath remains within me
I shall not keep from singing
While breath remains within me
I shall not keep from singing
Oh, sing your life like it’s a song!
Oh, sing your life like it’s a song!
Oh, sing your life like it’s a song!
Oh, sing your life like it’s a song!
Sing your life like it’s a song
Sing it tender, sing it strong
Weep with others as they weep
Oh, sing of truth when talk is cheap
And, when you can, sing joyfully
Let your melody run free
Oh, sing your life like it’s a song!
Oh, sing your life like it’s a song!
Oh, sing your life like it’s a song!
Oh, sing your life like it’s a song!
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Dunwich
04:49
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I hear those voices that will not be drowned
My love, come down with me to the stony Suffolk shore
Where the curlew bows his head as the angry breakers roar
My love, take off your clothes and come into the sea
We’ll sink beneath the swells, find ourselves a city
I hear those voices that will not be drowned
My love, where are the towers, the steeples and the spires
From which the bells rang out as fishing boats retired?
Where are the crooked lanes, the streets, the market-places?
Of cobbled roads and homes, the currents left no traces
I hear those voices that will not be drowned
My love, where are the graves? Where do the townsfolk sleep?
Who mourns for them tonight? Who does remembrance keep?
The waves devoured their bones, and years their memory
Yes, time will come for you, tides roll relentlessly!
I hear those voices that will not be drowned
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While you're asleep
Downstairs I'll creep and drive to Shingle Street
I'll sit alone and count the stones for a hundred years
Horses roll in down towards me
Break between my ribs
Big sky brooding
Empty but for me
Rain turns to sleet
While at my feet polished pebbles come and go
As great waves roll, lost church bells toll
Choirs sing to broken souls
Horses roll in down towards me
Break between my ribs
Big sky brooding
Empty but for me
Horses roll in down towards me
Break between my ribs
Big sky brooding
Empty but for
Electric wires
Far distant fires
Puncture heavy air
Far out to sea a broke body is lapped by black water
Horses roll in down towards me
Break between my ribs
Big sky brooding
Empty but for me
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The sea rolls up, the waves crash down
And leave you sobbing with the lighthouse blues
They’ll eat your spit, they’ll take your town
And leave you sobbing with the lighthouse blues
Here come the swash, there go backwash
I hear you sobbing with the lighthouse blues
To lick your bricks, red paint, whitewash
I hear you sobbing with the lighthouse blues
Remember when you flashed your warnings?
And with your honky horn blew through those mists?
But now your fate is slowly dawning
You’ve caught that long-shore drift, now
Uh oh!
Lantern come, and lantern go
There’s no use sobbing with the lighthouse blues
Gone with my right-side middle toe
There’s no use sobbing with those lighthouse blues
Remember when you flashed your warnings?
And with your honky horn blew through those mists?
But now your fate is slowly dawning
You’ve caught that long-shore drift, now
Uh oh!
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Rev Simpkins UK
Notorious sinner-songwriter, folk symphonist & Anglican priest.
The Rev’s unique psychedelic gospel and gritty folk owes as
much to the Old Testament, & the dark folk tales & barren landscapes of Essex & Suffolk, as it does to his musical heroes Bert Jansch, Captain Beefheart & the Kinks. He comes from a long line of priests whose fiery performances characterise his own style.
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