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1. |
Hidden Soul
04:27
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Hidden Soul
On a lost weekend where I found you,
And all my dreams seemed to come true,
In a world gone bad, we drank the wine,
And i was yours and you were mine..
And as the Paris lights come into view,
In daytime sleep I dream of you,
And all those kisses that we shared,
The little glances when we dared..
to bare, to bare..
Our hidden souls..
I make things up, poems and songs,
They bring me hope to carry on..
Way beyond a gorgeous muse,
You inspire the rhymes that I now choose,
To try to say what scares me most,
I'm all at sea, can't see the coast,
But in my heart the feelings true,
In all this silent love for you..
I bare, I bare, I bare..
My hidden soul....
(don't you hide away, dont you hide away..)
And so tonight i wish you love,
May peace rain down from God above,
My hopes and dreams always remain,
To hold you in my arms again..
Til next we share a kiss or two,
I send you dreams of me and you,
On sunny beaches or snowy hills,
Where time slows down or better still..
We bare, oh baby we bare..
Our hidden souls..
(don't you hide away, dont you hide away..)
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2. |
Set Your Mind Free
04:21
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Set Your Mind Free
The morning sun breaks the late nights' spell
As the sky turns the dawn to blue
Hope and dreams, and fears as well,
And in my silence I think of you,
Sometimes we just think too much...
Sometimes we just think too much...
Childlike smiles and tender hands,
What we need we always know
Singing songs in guitar bands,
That turn the corners of the soul
Sometimes we just think too much...
Sometimes we just think too much...
Need to set my mind free
Need to set my mind free
And sometimes when we are free
It all just seems to flow
Like the morning sun melts the frost
And the gentle breezes blow
Lift you up and carry you
Across the rocky ground
Where in times gone by you were always lost
Now you are always found..
Sometimes we just think too much...
Sometimes we just think too much...
Need to set my mind free
I just need to set my mind free
I just need to set my mind free
Set my mind free
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3. |
Paris Moon
03:45
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Paris Moon
Oh i've known some crazy women in my time,
starts off with a kiss and it ends in cryin,
i've watched the movie and i've seen the show
honey honey dontcha know..
A fleeting visit i just swung by
so i could steal a kiss and see you eye to eye,
The steps are steep to the sacred heart,
Where the ancient artists stood apart
Where we sought shelter on an autumn day,
In the clear cool shadows of yesterday..
A fleeting visit i just swung by
so i could steal a kiss and see you eye to eye,
pretty baby i'll see you soon
come to stand under the paris moon..
The stones are grey and the sea is blue,
where the harbour walls are being knocked right through,
where the sun is smiling through the scattered clouds,
where you took my hand and showed me round..
oh pretty baby i'll see you soon
when you come to stand under the Paris moon..
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4. |
Kissed You
04:17
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Kissed You
Yeah I was sitting in a bar in London,
In a fairylight haze,
On a cushion of music, they're mixing the cocktails
In most elegant ways.
You came up beside me
You said it was good to see me
And I kissed you like I didn't care.
Yeah I was sitting on a bench in the garden
Waiting for the sun rise.
Forget about old times, just gimme the good times
I see in your eyes
The next thing I know
I'm counting the roses on your sheets.
Yeah I kissed you like I didn't care.
Cos love is endless love is free,
Love is the place where I wanna be.
Time passes on and I take to the hills,
I'm walking down the goat trails trying to cure my ills,
Cos I been messed around too much,
And I gotta get in touch with my soul.
Let the sun burn my skin,
And I'll forget about the state I'm in,
And I'm looking forward to the next time baby
The next time I see you, babe I'm going to kiss you again.
Kiss you like I just don't care
I'm gonna kiss you like I just don't care.
Cos love is endless love is free,
Love is the place where I wanna be.
Baby baby I'm gonna kiss you there,
Kiss you like I just don't care.
Won't you come on over now,
Kiss you like I just don't care.
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5. |
Bottle Of Rum
04:04
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Bottle of Rum
My timbers are straining
Like on old ship at sea,
Will it ever stop raining
Down on me,
My sails are weighed down
And my tiller won't steer,
And only one screaming seagull
For company here.
Yo, ho, and a bottle of rum,
Yo, ho, whats done is done.
The sea comes alive
Incarnate in man.
It falls and it rises,
And we do what we can.
To ride on the crest
Of that savage wave,
The ocean's my master,
And I am its slave.
Yo, ho, and a bottle of rum,
Yo, ho, whats done is done.
Are you out there?
Something's breaking on the horizon.
Is it you or just another desert island?
Can I land, can I come into your harbour?
Or must I wait for the oceans to be calmer?
Must I stay eternally at sea?
With only one screaming seagull for company..
Yo, ho, and a bottle of rum,
Yo, ho, whats done is done.
Yo, ho, and a bottle of rum,
Yo, ho, whats done is done.
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6. |
Bougainvillea
04:59
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Bougainvillea
I think of you my bougainvillea,
In your full bloom copper red,
You take my body and free my mind
In the furrows of your bed.
You tell me stories of forgotten cities,
Where love always endures,
Through disasters and diseases
You prescribe the cure...
Bougainvillea..
See the colour of the roses
And magnolia perfume..
The words of angel Gabriel
Divines our lovers tune..
Oh Bougainvillea..
And I sit here with your writer
Whom I have now made mine,
In this city sing the angels
A chorus to your shrine
See the colour of the roses
And magnolia perfume..
The words of angel Gabriel
Divines our lovers tune..
Bougainvillea..
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7. |
City Of Love
04:16
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City of Love
Well I was free, and it was easy,
In the bars of the Marais,
I wasn't looking out for you
But love swept us both away
Honey in your kisses
The stars hung up above
The lights were shining bright
In the City of Love.
Well I been drawn, and I've been quartered,
Taken more than my fair share,
Bent over double til I couldn't stand,
Still your convinced that I don't care.
You turned on the honeymoon,
And the stars fell from up above
And the lights have all gone out now
In the City of Love.
In the City of Love, you were like a drug
In the City of Love, you were like a drug.
Born a peacemaker,
Never let the romance die,
I've long enough to know better,
Will I live long enough to know why, to know why
In the City of Love
In the City of Love
Jump the gun, you come undone,
But always give love a shot,
And if the blood pours from the wounds,
Just give it all you've got.
Cos there's honey in your kisses
Stars hang up above
You still keep on believing
In the City of Love.
In the City of Love, you were like a drug
In the City of Love, you were like a drug
In the City of Love, you were like a drug.
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8. |
Emperor
03:38
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Emperor
Never had the balls to own my own opinions,
like the angry men holding court in the bars,
makin a point, the argument continues,
and their eyes glisten full of fire and charm..
Oh emperor! How i wish i could be like you..
Emperor gimme reason and gimme truth..
Oh how you put them down, make your feelings known,
and cuts right in like a circus knife was thrown,
and it hits the board and you always get it right
oh gimme some of that so I can captivate the night..
Oh emperor wont you show me what to do,
emperor gimme rhyme and gimme truth..
Make me march a column of a thousand men,
through the palaces and castles we must mend..
Show me how to tell them to be true,
the surface must be scratched so we can make it through..
To paradise.. To paradise
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9. |
Ghosts
04:09
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Ghosts
Where your spirit hiding?
Secretly residing.
Taking over the rooms of my mind.
Subconscious in rejection,
Devoid of all affection,
A haunted house, a playground for the unkind.
An invisible, inhospitable host,
Baby I'm taken over by ghosts.
Sliding down the bannisters,
Along the crooked halls,
These walls no longer hiding whats inside.
Its dark and it feels evil,
And boy I'm running scared.
Thank God that I'm a man and not a child.
An invisible, inhospitable host,
Oh baby I'm taken over by ghosts.
And I can't be risking sleeping,
Staying up all night long.
And when your spirit comes a-creeping,
Oh I'll be ready to take you on,
With my song,
With my song,
With my song,
With my song,
An invisible, inhospitable host,
Oh baby I'm taken over by ghosts,
Baby I'm taken over by ghosts
Baby I'm taken over by ghosts.
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10. |
Texas Sky
03:56
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Texas Sky
Met a man on an Austin Sunday, ran us out of town,
A roadhouse on the highway, cowboys all around.
We sang the songs we sang for love, before we reached the Oaks,
To dance the day to cowboy bands with all the country folks.
Gimme a little bit more,
I know you know the score
Gimme a little bit more,
Of the Texas Sky
Went down to Las Manitas, the troubadour and I,
A cup of coffee and a taco, under the Texas Sky
I bought a round of huevos for a homeless ex marine,
And wondered how in heaven's name we lead the lives we lead.
Gimme a little bit more,
I know you know the score,
Gimme a little bit more,
Of the Texas Sky
What goes around comes around, its been said so many times,
What exactly went around I cant read between the lines,
I must have done some terrible things in some forgotten times,
I try to find a remedy for this cheating and lying.
Gimme a little bit more,
I know you know the score
Gimme a little bit more,
Of the Texas Sky
Gimme a little bit more,
I know you know the score
Gimme a little bit more,
Of the Texas Sky
Makes me feel high…
Wanna get high…
Under the Texas Sky
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11. |
Quel Désastre
05:01
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Quel Désastre
Dans le coeur j'ai une mélancholie,
La tristesse d'un grand amour.
Une chaleur découvert dans la nuit,
Perdu a la levée du jour.
Des nuages remplis de pluie,
Cet orage en plein été.
La colére, c'est ta philosophie,
Et les guerres du passé.
Quel désastre!
Quel désastre!
Les larmes qui tombent tout les jours
Ma peau qui devient de plus en plus gris.
Cette silence et les pensées tout autour,
Seul et coincé dans cette mélancholie.
Mais dans le fond, j'ai une petite espoir,
Une lumiere qui a peine brille,
Qu'avec le temps on peut retrouver la gloire,
De cet amour, perdu dans la nuit
Quel désastre!
Quel désastre!
Cet amour, plus fort que hier,
Cet amour, moins fort que demain
Cet amour, j'en serai toujours fier
Cet amour, ce formidable refrain.
Perdu dans la nuit,
Perdu dans la nuit,
Perdu dans la nuit..
Quel désastre!
Dans la nuit..
Quel désastre!
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Fiachna O Braonain Dublin, Ireland
When Fiachna found himself holed up in Paris between 2006 and 2011, he recorded his first solo album Bougainvillea in a one- bedroom apartment near Montmartre… check out the gentle beauty of ‘Ghosts’ or ‘City Of Love’ and pour yourself something sweet for the sailor’s love lament of ‘Bottle Of Rum’. ... more
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