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Any Kind of Home
04:31
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Was it somewhere back in the woods of youth
Where her heart’s feet went astray?
Why she sits all blank in the airport lounge today?
Her suitcase packed with abandoned starts
Not a thing to call her own
She’s a slave to the departure gate
But she’s looking for any kind of home
Any kind of home
So lost and lonely
Any kind of home
If you could just only find
Any kind of home
Your past might leave you alone
Looking for any kind of home
In the sunlit clear of the altitude
Above a spreading quilt of land
She can see a pattern she almost understands
Trace a line from place to place, together and then alone
Makes sense until she lands again
Starts looking for any kind of home
A hopeful smile at the customs gate
But I wonder if she knows
That fear will travel everywhere that she goes?
That’s what I see in the mirror’s gaze
In the hotel room alone
Til I face the things I’m running from
I’ll be looking for any kind of home
Any kind of home / Every tear every heartache
Any kind of home / Every flight before daybreak
Any kind of home / But it’s never an escape
Any kind of home / Oh...
Any kind of home / Somewhere inside me
Any kind of home / The running can’t hide me
Any kind of home / I’m sorry and I’m so alone
Can you forgive me, and can I come home?
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Move
02:49
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I watched you dent the sofa for the thirteenth hour today
Only take a break to check for your grey hairs
What happened to the dancing man who took my heart away?
It’s like comfort turned to steel and got you snared
We’ve got to move, move, move
Get ourselves right out of here
We’ve got to run, run, run like hell
If we waste our time
Wait for life to fall in line
Time will waste the both of us as well
Now we could talk about a holiday we’re never going to take
Or try to disinfect the fear with gin
But honey if you’re racing death by sitting there alone
I’m afraid it’s pretty clear who’s going to win
I don’t need to hear a reason why it’s absolutely clear
That you just need to sleep in bed today
If the only bags you’re packing are the ones under your eyes
It’s safe to say we’re going the wrong way
I know that times get hard and we all need to take a breath
But don’t let that breath become a dying sigh
If you don’t stop counting hours ‘til you get to sleep again
You can count how long it takes to say ‘goodbye’
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Any Port in a Storm
04:15
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I lived in days of yore when pirates roamed the seas
I’d make you walk the plank, I’d bring you to your knees
And as you cried for land I’d show no sympathy
A ship in harbour’s safe but that’s not what ships are for
I’d say, to look at you, you’d never left the shore
But if the bounty’s right I’ll welcome you aboard
But oh, I will captain this vessel alone
I will plunder my way round the globe And when trouble brews I’m gone before the dawn Every man for himself Any port in a storm
Around the deck I weave, so drunk on fame and rum
And as we head to sea I dream of what’s to come
While others pray for pleasant waters and for home, I say:
Any port in a storm
And as the clouds roll in we’ll gather in the sails
We’ll batten down the hatch, we’ll hand around the ales
And in the belly of the beast we’ll share our tales, oh
Any port in a storm
From in my vantage point I see the picking’s slim
No boat for miles around, just the circling of a fin
If it should end like this I might as well jump in
The ship went down all hands, the waves began to climb
The rats abandoned me, I didn’t see the sign
You might just hear me cry with lungs all full of brine
Any port in a storm
No X will mark the spot where I met Davy Jones
My heart, preserved by salt, still beats within my bones
So as you set your sail remember my last moans
Any port in a storm
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4. |
Someone in your Corner
04:23
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If the mirror shows a face you can’t recall
Or bloodied gloves that say you gave it all
Black and blue and weary from just fighting day by day
Do you feel too tired to go back to the fray?
Perhaps your pride is tender to the touch
A voice that says you’ll never come to much
I’ll wrap your hands and clear your head on days it’s fogged in pain
And I can help you hold your nerve again
You’ve got someone in your corner to help you take the blows
Someone to pick you up when your legs go
And I’ll be right beside you ’til the very final round
Yes you’ve got someone in your corner now
I know you’ve been a fighter all your days
You’ve made it on your own, or so you say
But there’s no shame to need a little help as the fight goes on and on
Look behind and see me, love, you’re not alone
The world is tough, sometimes it doesn’t care
It’ll line your face and whiten all your hair
But love, if you’re afraid that you can’t take another bout
Just look my way before they count you out
(Dedicated to Dr Thorne)
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The Rusty Pegs York, UK
Formed in the summer of 2011, The Rusty Pegs are a band whose love of country knows no
limits.
We play feel-good country covers and originals.
We are:
Cat Foster - Lead Vocals
Fergus McGlynn - Drums/Vocals
Matthew Pattison - Guitar/Vocals
Mark Smith - Bass
Russ Thorne - Guitar/Vocals
... more
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