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The way the wind is blowing is a wicked way, nowadays.
It fans the flames of a hateful burning fire.
The evidence is growing that we don’t want to see harmony.
We’ll just sit back and watch the flames burn higher.
Just don’t say, it’ll be okay. Then look away, today.
The way the river’s flowing now will carry us through the dusk
into a cold and a fearsome endless night.
My mind’s no longer knowing that the good prevails, evil fails
and the balance of the people want what’s right.
Just don’t say, everything’ll be okay. Then walk away, today.
The seeds that we’ve been sowing were supposed to be for liberty
but a poisoned rain has turned this land to dust.
The way that things are going it’s not hard to see history
rising up like a long forgotten curse.
Don’t tell me I worry needlessly. I’m trying to be free.
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When You Went Away
03:06
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The book I read consumed me.
I lived in every page.
It seemed like the story of myself.
I wanted it to never end
and when it did I cried
and reached for the next one on the shelf.
When you went away
I wanted you to stay.
Now that you’re gone
I’ve moved on.
The time we had was amazing.
I savoured every day
until somehow things just felt bereft.
You’re like September in Edinburgh,
so beautiful in the rain
but empty now the festival has left.
The things that you hold dearly
can soon become the chains
that tether you to things that make you sad
and if you’ve grown to love them
it’s going to hurt you more
but one day you’ll wake up and you’ll be glad.
When you went away
I wanted you to stay.
Now that you’re gone
I’ve moved on.
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My Last Mistake
05:00
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I’ve chased after people to find they don’t want me. Got drunk and said things that have come back to haunt me. I’ve gone to bed thinking I’ve won, got up and I’ve lost.
I’ve travelled for miles up a road that’s gone nowhere and visited places when folk said ‘Don’t go there’. I’ve squandered time foolishly with never a thought for the cost.
I’ve let go of good friends along the way. Walked from some places I wish I had stayed. Acquired some vices I probably shouldn’t have got.
I’ve kept closed some doors that I should have flung open and taken some liberties that were not worth the taking. I’ve run from troubles I should have squared up to and fought.
If I could make one more mistake to prove this life wasn’t in vain. Let me make, one more mistake and I’ll do it all over again.
We’ve stayed up all night when we should have been sleeping and opened the wine we said we were keeping to gaze at the moon and the stars in our eyes and the rest.
We’ve lost all our money and thrown away chances but stayed on the floor for a couple more dances. Your eyes and your hips promise me this is the best.
If I could make one more mistake that would prove to you this love wasn’t in vain. Let me make, one last mistake and I’ll do it all over again.
Yes I’ll do things exactly the same
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Being Us
06:58
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Born on the same day and we lived next door.
There was games you liked to play and there was stuff I liked more.
We soon became lovers and fell into bed,
forsook all the others and got ourselves wed.
The bells they were ringing as we joined in the aisle.
The heavens were singing as we strode out in style.
And it was amazing, what we could do,
when we pulled the same thing, what we could pull through
And I never stopped
you being you and
you never stop me
being me too.
Been noticing lately it’s a little less fun.
It’s not gone completely, just more taciturn.
We both like a party and making new friends.
You find mine too arty. I find yours like old men.
You still like your old games. Yeah I like my old stuff.
But I’d put it up in flames if your games were enough.
We argue over TV and our favourite songs,
but we can’t even agree on what’s right and what’s wrong.
And I never stopped
you being you
and you never stopped me
being me too.
We’ve travelled this highway to a fork in the road.
If we chose to go my way I could carry your load.
If we both go down your route there’s nothing in it for me.
Always on the back foot, and diminished I’d be.
The bells in the distance ring out a sad tune.
The cold is insistent as I stare at the moon.
I’m heading off this way to my stuff and my friends.
I hope you’ll be happy. Good luck. Let’s shake hands.
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Richard Buchanan Scotland, UK
Former bass player with legendary Scottish 90s folk rock under-achievers The Lost Soul Band, Richard now writes, performs and records songs that draw from a wide range of influences.
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