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Hang them high
03:00
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Solomon died in ’89. The last man to hang for a crime. Will I always be burdened by the multiple truths of multiple lives? It occurs to me I never ask why. Not to judge or criticise. Will I always be burdened by the multiple truths and the multiple lives? I was so convinced I’d find a single truth, take a stand and be so resolute. An eye for an eye, so hang them high. We change the rules to justify. I was so convinced I’d find a single truth, take a stand and be so resolute. The awkward truth reveals the weakness lies within. Take a stand and let your song begin.
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Mother said
03:38
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She could foresee futility was destined and obligatory when Mother said “Your life is always gonna be struggle like its always been. You get yourself into the biggest trouble like you always have and I will not be held responsible for all your suffering.” That’s what Mother said. He fails to see the irony of self-fulfilling prophecy when Lover says “Our life is always gonna be a struggle like its always been. We get ourselves into the biggest trouble like we always have and I will not be held responsible for all our suffering.” That’s what Lover says. Ill at ease she keeps the peace and sacrifices everything. ‘Cos Mother said her life was always gonna be a struggle just like hers had been. “Don’t get yourself into the biggest trouble like I always have, and what has always been predictable is all your suffering.” That’s what Mother said.
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Cold heart
03:17
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Creeping ‘round in empty spaces locking out the storm you bring. Hoping it will pass and fade, ebb and flow and leave me here. Then I watch your fingers curl around in a fist and your eyes are narrow. Why does it always have to end up like this? Your cold heart is gonna shatter this time. I’m standing here. I am strong enough. My old heart doesn’t matter this time. I’m standing here. I am strong enough. I forgive your weakness, can you not forgive me? The blows I’m delivering they’re not just to protect me. As I watch my fingers curl around in a fist, and our eyes are narrow. Why does it always have to end up like this? Our cold hearts are gonna shatter this time. We’re standing here. We are strong enough. Our old hearts don’t matter this time. We’re standing here and we were wrong enough.
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Numbers
03:04
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These are not numbers, these are souls and if you don’t believe in those these are bodies filled with bones. These are not numbers, these are lives and if you don’t believe the lies these are bodies left by crimes. Take two for another man. Take two for another man’s life. These are not numbers, these are prey of some mortal power play and humanity’s decay. These are not numbers these are screams from the carcases we leave in the name of liberty. Take two for another man. Take two for another man’s life. We convince ourselves, we are desensitised and close our eyes (its out there!). We delude ourselves, the propaganda proves and morals move (it’s out there!). Take two for another man. Take two for another man’s life. We are not numbers, we are fools. We are not counted, we are ghouls. Take two for another man. Take two for another man’s life. The truth is getting colder. Oh, is that a changing tune? The lies are getting older and the man is gonna get you soon.
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Yesterday's liar
02:49
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This is not a game for me, this is dark reality. Slick with sweat and skin is cold, I’m throwing my cards, I fold. Slow when you’re on your knees. Remember, when you’re near to the fire just breathe. Karma comes to take my place, brings a noose, no state of grace. Left to chance the judgement calls. A martyr will fight and fall. So slow when you’re on your knees. Remember when you’re near to the fire never conspire with yesterday’s liar, just breathe. This is not a game for me, this is stark reality. Rising dawn will light the way, I’m holding my cards, I’m OK. So slow when you’re on your knees. Remember when you’re near to the fire never conspire with yesterday’s liar, just breathe.
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Heavy helping hands
04:43
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Why does triviality preoccupy my mind? I complain about the weather and the queuing ’25. What are the chances of me making advances? All I’m doing is wasting time. With opportunities fading I seem to be waiting for a miracle to be the sign. ‘Cos everybody knows that everywhere we turn, they will heal and they will hurt. Heavy helping hands. And the resilience I earned from the lessons that I learnt. Heavy helping hands. Born Richmond, California in 1969, the music that inspired him just might have saved his life. ‘Cos he took his chances and made his advances, but what if he’s changed his mind? The purpose he’s trading that keeps him from fading it shows up our human kind. When everybody knows that everywhere we turn, they will heal and they will hurt. Heavy helping hands. And the resilience we earn from the lessons that we learn. Heavy helping hands. Life’s a fleeting fantasy we choose the role we play. Take responsibility and own your centre stage. We make our chances and outlive those romances and loosen the ties that bind. There’s no point in evading the truth you’re creating it’s better to walk it blind. Everywhere we turn they will heal and they will hurt. Gotta work hard. Open your arms. Gotta welcome the struggle. See the possibility. Face your reality.
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A little piece of me
03:43
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Pallour of grey is where I begin, then the setting sun rushes to colour me in. There’s a little piece of you, there’s a little piece of me that needs to explode. Like a fallen star in an empty dream in a sacred place for you and me. Like a flower born when the sun is high, so beautiful it makes me cry. Exploding. Broken is somewhere innocence hides. Kaleidoscope pictures, a dawn on the rise. There’s a little piece of you, there’s a little piece of me, there’s a little piece of everyone that needs to explode. Like a fallen star in an empty dream in a sacred place for you and me. Like a flower born when the sun is high, so beautiful it makes me cry. Exploding.
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Do you remember?
04:16
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Do you remember when we were young? We’d fight and I would play dead, hoping someone would find me there. I would get bored, pick myself up off the floor, stare into the oval mirror hanging on the hallway wall. My bare feet cold, my young heart already very old. Do you remember the day that I left? I packed up and I ran away, knowing you would do the same one day. I left you with a broken house that was once a home. We didn’t speak for months back then. I remember feeling so alone. Our story told of young hearts needing hands to hold. More steel than gold, our young hearts already very old. Breaking hearts, getting even, taking chances, getting beaten. Do you remember how much I love you? We might be breaking, but we fight and we soldier on. Spilling our tears, but we will be shining. Open up the front door, smell the summer rain on hot ground. A future sold on young hearts made of solid stone. This fate won’t hold a young heart already very old. Our story told of young hearts needing hands to hold. More steel than gold, our young hearts already very old.
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Moon to moon
02:27
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Out through the window and just passed the trees, brown sandy beach and a calm estuary. The tide is returning. We move from moon to moon, the space from me to you, it widens and it narrows every mile that we travel alone. Out through that window and just passed the leaves, oaks shade the peace we discovered and freed. The tide is returning. We move from moon to moon, the space from me to you, it widens and it narrows every mile that we travel alone. Evening tide rushing in. Its over now.
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Caught in the light
02:57
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Walls will tumble down. Don’t you miss your curtain call. Flaming sky. Shaky ground. Stay and take the fall. I never ask for you to help me. You never ask for me stay. I’ve come to criticise your weakness and now I’m turning out the same. Courage stops, hero falls. Spirit takes to flight. Drawn towards the final truth you are caught in the light. It’s not fate. You build, you break and your star will fade. You’re caught in the light, its not fate. You build and you break and your star will fade and rise again. You never tell me all the reasons. I never tell you I’m betrayed. We drift along with changing seasons ignoring enemies we made. You’re caught in the light. It’s not fate. You build, you break and your star will fade. You’re caught in the light, its not fate. You build and you break and your star will fade and rise again. We’re caught in the light. It’s not fate. It’s difficult decisions and the choices that we make. We’re caught in the light, it’s too late to blame it on the stars and the promises they break.
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Samantha Horwill UK
Samantha’s journey has taken her from front-person of rock outfit Jane Doe in her native South Africa to becoming a United
Kingdom-based singer-songwriter.
Compelling live performances in the U.S. and in Europe, EP recordings and radio play have honed the style and voice woven into Samantha’s first full length collection of songs.
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