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Reverse Rewind
04:01
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Reverse Rewind
So much excitement
Dinner at first night
Gig mid-week oh so fine
Parents by the end of the week
So much excitement
I played with his band
Said I can jam anytime
He held my hand at the song slam
I guess that he really likes me
I guess that he really cares
I guess that he really wants me
In his life to share
So much excitement
Now he wants his own time
Gets someone to drive me home
So he can get stoned
So much excitement
I think he’s cooled
I don’t know what I’ve done
It feels like rewind
A reverse of a kind
I guess that he really liked me
I guess that he really cared
I guess that he really wanted me
For a while to share
I guess he really liked me
I guess he really cared
I guess he really wanted me
For a while to share
Reverse rewind so unkind
I guess he really liked me
I guess he really cared
I guess he really wanted me
For a while to share
(repeat chorus to fade)
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2. |
The Three Graces
03:17
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The Three Graces
The Three Graces
Are turning around in a whirl
Beauty joy and grace
Abound around and around
In a whirl
The Three Graces
Delight the Gods
Delight the guests
They face each other
And dance together
In perfect balance
In a world of darkness
They light enough to see
In a heart of darkness
They dance away the chains
Around and around in a whirl
In a world of darkness
They light enough to see
In a heart of darkness
They dance away the chains
In a world
In this world
The Gods they will delight
And the guests they will enchanted
Take flight
Around around
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Sylvie's Hat
03:44
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Sylvie's Hat
Confidence she was born with
Finding what she likes
Today she’s got her hat on
She’ll tell you straight outright
What she likes and treasures
She don’t care who hears
Sylvie’s got her hat on
With ribbons pastel silk
Sylvie’s got her hat on
That pretty music sound
Sylvie’s got her hat on
She makes them up
And she takes them down
Stop mamma do you hear it
That pretty music sound
So mamma takes her purse out
She carries all around
Sylvie’s hand’s outstretched
Hovering purposefully
Her hat it has a bow
Tied so prettily
Sylvie’s got her hat on
With ribbons pastel silk
Sylvie's got her hat on
Her moma spins her still
Sylvie's got her hat on
Sandcastles in the cloud
Sylvie's got her hat on
She makes a joyful jump
That pretty music sound
Yeah she really likes it
And momma spins her round
She really likes it
The one her grandma wore
And her momma too
It should be out of fashion
Worn because she wants to
Flat just like a boater
Straw or something like
As they say goodbye
I hear Sylvie saying
Sylvie’s got her hat on
With ribbons pastel silk
Sylvie's got her hat on
Her momma spins her still
Sylvie's got her hat on
Sandcastles in the cloud
Sylvie's got her hat on
Her momma spins her round
Sylvie's got her hat on
That pretty music sound
Sylvie's got her hat on
Her momma spins her round, round
Sylvie's got her hat on
Sandcastles in the sky
Sylvies got her hat on
She takes it off and waves goodbye
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The Elephant Keeper
03:53
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The Elephant Keeper
Garden of the world
Fine fruits and trees
Stay watchful now
For what comes to be
Endless war machine
Will take what it sees
Ruins in the distance
Too close for ease
As they approach
In camouflage green
Outstretched olive branches
Other arm unseen
Searching for treasures
Their smiles how they gleam
Blemished by ignorance
Poisoning the stream
Garden of the World
You must bow down
Nearer to pray
Your great poet said
The elephant keeper
Approaches the gate
You have been waiting
Ready to turn him away
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Sandalwood
04:17
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Sandalwood
The small blue table’s set
For you my special guest
Let’s take our drinks
Down to the fountain
Under the vines and trees
In the shade we will sit
And watch the water
Tumble to the ground
The sky is turning
In dark discerning
Through the night the scent of sandalwood
The courtyard is enclosed
The sky is hanging low
You carry me over
Into romance I go
Through the darkened hall
From the living room
You look at me
Like you are dreaming
Love has come to take you
You must bend or it will break you
Sweet it lasts a night for years to come
Love has come to make you
In the fusion something sacred
Forever be as one
The sky is turning
To day returning
Dawn ascends carrying the sun
The day is early
Sunlight disturbing
Still enshrouded in the sandalwood
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6. |
No Woman Is A Raft
02:55
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No Woman Is A Raft
You’ve got a lot going on
So much in your head
I don’t want you to load me down
I’ll sink instead
Let’s chill on the beach and drink juice and fish all day
If no man is an island
No woman is a raft
The pictures at dawn
You send to me
While I float with my tortoise
Wrapped in
Blue seaweed
Let’s build a fire for miles around they’ll see
And roast marsh mellows
Mellowly
Intrepid I may reach you
But I can’t bring you back
The sea has made me dizzy
I need a place to
Stop

Life can be a beach for us to play
If no man is an island
No woman is a raft
I like to pick up a shell
And listen to the waves
Yes, I’ll come ashore
Yes I’ll leave my
Sea craft today
I want to be with you not save or be saved
No man is an island
No woman is a raft
No man is an island
No woman is a raft
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The Last Bad Boy
02:47
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The Last Bad Boy
What good is a balcony
With the sun shining down
And the river flowing
When you’re on your little own
On your own on your own
I’d like to resist temptation
Call and ask you round
You’re the last of the bad boys
The good ones are all gone
Gone, all gone, all gone
You're the last of the bad boys
Baby you know that you’re not
You're bigger than bad
Realer than good
Baby don’t want this to stop
Never stop never stop
No polite conversation
You seem to be at home
Your flirtatious infiltration
Without the need for more
No more, no more, no more
Let’s take a home vacation
Why don’t you come around
Maybe we’ll just hang out
That would be fun
Fun, fun, fun
You're the last of the bad boys
Baby you know that you’re not
You're the last of the bad boys
I don’t want this to stop
You're the last of the bad boys
Baby you know that you’re not
You're realer than good, bigger than bad
I don’t want this to stop
The last of the bad bad boys
The last of the bad bad boys
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8. |
Dun Laoghaire
03:23
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Dun Laoghaire
Tall wooden masts
Bobbing on the sea
The long grey pier
In the golden evening
Before they built the motorway
It was a long walk home
But people did it just the same
The bus stopped and let you on
Dun Laoghaire
Between the mountains and the sea
Place of my birth
Place I had to leave
Dun Laoghaire
Do you remember me
The simple bakery
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9. |
They Walk Along
03:17
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They Walk Along
You take your jacket
Put on your summer shoes
Your hair's light gold
Freshly washed
Your sister's photograph
You carry with you
You close the door
And give me the key
In the evening sun
We walk along
In the evening sun
We walk along
He says he wants the world
She says she wants to sing
He says he's a river
And she’s the sea
He takes her by the hand
No need to talk
They walk along the path
The breeze is warm
In the evening sun
They walk along
In the evening sun
They walk along
In the evening sun
They walk along
In the evening sun
They walk along
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Tess Callaghan
Singer Songwriter from Ireland with 17 electric and acoustic collections since 2015. See review (louderthanwar.com/tess-callaghan-he-walks-in-beauty-single-review/). From indie, blues, rock and pop ('Big Heart', feat. Barrie Cadogan guitar, Simon Little bass) to home-spun acoustic, folk and celtic. ... more
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