1. |
Fairytales
04:07
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2020 in the mirror what a waste
close our hearts and turn away
visage ethos is pretentious
incessant blah de blah and nonsense
close our minds to reality
retreat to an inner sanctuary
past conquest future glories
we believe in fairy stories
there are no pixies in the flowers
there are no gnomes on the path
there are no leprechauns near rainbows
we believe there's fairies on the grass
death and money is the story in a hurry
while our neighbour's saving lives today
the whole world is a document
and our name's in every chapter
there's no comfort in the news
nothing we can relate to
you don't have to believe in fairies
to love the fairytales
there are no pixies in the flowers
there are no gnomes on the path
there are no leprechauns near rainbows
we believe there's fairies on the grass
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2. |
Pyrenees
03:35
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i made all these plans
but spent the whole night looking
for the place that you stood in
up down back forth walking
the street you lived on
the street i stayed on
twisting a city of romance
clues are so sparse
a windmill that has probably now gone
colours so pure
within the oldest debutant revealed
after a century hidden away
it was one of a series
and now its one of mine
about trying to see the world
through your sombre eyes
peasants cabarets
urban rural life
buried mythical montmartre
clues are so sparse
a windmill that has probably now gone
colours so pure
within the oldest debutant revealed
after a century hidden away
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3. |
Sick of it All
03:56
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You climb the ladder but won't see me
I've disappeared under the sea
Rain falling down 24
Playing guitar 'til my finger's sore
Haven't had a bite for a number of hours
TV's great and it's feeding the flowers
Let's have a swig of the vintage Cider
Saturday's here and it's bacon tomorrow
What a weird time it is
Hoping there's an end to this
Lock the doors and throw away the keys
And pray we make it through COVID 2020
Months of nothing but strange dreams
Where everything around falls apart at the seams
Pass me a glass of the good stuff
Coz I never really know when I've quite had enough
Read my palm it can be read in two ways
But it always changes on different days
Luck of the draw so draw me another
Write me more rubbish and I'll blab to your Mother
I'm sick of it all and I'm sick of myself
Fed up of feeling I've been left on the shelf
But I've got me a safe and warm place
Away from hysteria and the Track and the Trace
Tell me a joke and I'll tell you another
About the wise men drowning deep under
Lies and untruths that are sold for a buck
While the machine we're all part of is stuck in the mud
Let's pray we make it through COVID 2020....
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4. |
Keep Hold
03:44
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i just want to come over to yours
and hang out for an hour or two
i don’t care if we are noisy or quiet
as long as i am close to you
a humble abode is what i want today
its only down the road but it seems so far away
keep hold on this one my mate
we’ve been locked up for what seems so long
and i’ve forgotten how to be
but you send something and my mind sparks
and maybe it can set us free
a maudlin dirge is what i want to play
you’re only down the road but it seems so far away
keep hold on this one my mate
the things we love will bring us close
even when we’re miles apart
the things we’ve done are crazy and wild
implanting smiles on my heart
our unwritten code unspoken to say
however long the road you're never that far away
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5. |
Alcohol
02:39
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Selfishness causing arguments
Wasted days in a drunken haze
Another hangover I could do without
Making holes in my bank account
Alcohol ain't doing nowt for me
Oblivion is on the horizon
One more stupid lie
There's no reason why
And you cannot see that it's ruining your life
Wrecking your world and twisting the knife
Alcohol ain't doing nowt for me
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6. |
Pyjamical
03:13
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i made this bed
i’ve got to lie in it
but will i fit if i sit
in my bed you know my head's in bits
you played along
with my awful plan
it's sound it's fine it's grand
i know you won’t say it wrong it won’t be long
still in my pyjamas today
i’m lying dying
sighing trying
to make pence make sense
i can’t even spell it out to sell and shout
so wish me well
in the bout
i’m not about or allowed
to ever try and spell it out what it’s all about
still in my pyjamas today
been moaning all this terrible day
been groaning in a troublesome way
been dreaming of naughty things
i want to be getting into
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7. |
Unkindness of Ravens
03:32
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at first there was just one
then another came along
and before we knew it they were
twenty seven strong
when i look into the sky
i feel the tears stinging my eye
cos there’s a star that shouldn’t be there
and it’s shining so bright in the night
how is that for unkindness
throw a penny in the pool
supposed to make a wish come true
then tearing off the plaster
you were due in twenty one
we went in to make a song
she screamed murder and he said yeah
but didn’t know you were gone
when i look into my eye
feel the tears in the sky
cos there’s a star shining bright
but it shouldn’t be there tonight
how is that for unkindness
throw a penny in the pool
supposed to make a wish come true
then tearing off the plaster
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8. |
Black Army
03:02
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i’ve been sentenced to die
in the court of the king
for a crime i didn’t do
but they still want to watch me swing
walking to the gallows
i tell them i’m innocent
but they won’t hear my plea
the king turns and shakes his head
and is shouting no mercy
walking to the gallows
swinging from the gallows
now i die
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9. |
The Robin
02:50
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there's a robin keeps coming to say hello to me
saw her several times last week
It's told of old that it's someone who has passed
recognised her didn’t need to ask
her name is carlton carlton carlton
now the robin keeps coming to brighten up my day
wonder what she’s trying to say
a bittersweet treat brings a tear to each eye
one sad one happy but still i cry
for carlton carlton carlton
and now there’s a little cat who comes around here too
he’s got the sweetest cheesy grin reminds me of you
sits off in the sun all day and doesn’t move too far
i’m surprised he don’t smoke a fat cigar
and the robin is going too soon she flies away
but i know i’ll see her again
to tell her of the weather and that she is missed
we’ll reunite if we make the list
carlton carlton carlton
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10. |
Annex of Love
05:25
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There was only room for two in the Annex of Love
But two became three after nine months
An evening of celebration, a joyful event
Made even more special by the gift they were sent.
There was only room for two in the Annex of Love
Sweet cherry vodka bottles of fizz
Dancing all night until their feet ached
And back to their annex and much love to make
There was only room for two in the Annex of Love
All designed in the stars up above
They had to move quick as their friend approached
Perfectly timed and no need for reproach
So here's to the two in the Annex of Love
As best friends go they're built of great stuff
Fireworks and rockets have nothing on
The magic of friends and what dreams may come
It all happened in the Annex of Love....
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a horse running free
across the desert
as the sun sets
no boundaries
no stop sign
freedom freedom freedom
you are free now
the horse has a trailer
to carry folk around
the horse has wings
to get them off the ground
lightfoot you are free
the horse running wild
across the sand dunes
under a full moon
no stop for miles
no respite
freedom freedom freedom
you are free now
the horse has a trailer
to carry folk around
the horse has wings
to get them off the ground
lightfoot you are free now
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MeRaW Liverpool, UK
MeRaW (pronounced "Mirror") are Tim Grady, Phil Matthews and Phil Poole.
Begun in 2019
when Tim and Phil Poole reunited after 20 years to make their own brand of DIY rock/noise/alternative, doing it purely for the love of it. They both released two albums entirely self produced.
Phil Matthews joined MeRaW in the Summer of 2022. Now as a 3 piece, the journey continues..
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