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(Dogs of) War
03:11
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(Dogs of) War
Ken Punshon & Chris Pyam (2011)
Each verse consist of three overlapping sets of words!
[We left the shores of Blighty boys; To fight against the foe
In raging storms, sick with disease; Jones's locker down below]
Henry built the Royal Navy, first gunship Mary Rose
These wooden walls of England helped vanquish all our foes
We fought the French, we fought with Spain, and then we fought some more
More oft than not we would winners be, the English dogs of war
Henry built the Mary Rose To vanquish all our foes
We fought the French, we fought some more The English dogs of war
[]
The Armada came, we saw them off, with fireships and with guns
With weather's help, were many wrecked, and once again we'd won
Our nimble ships, built for speed, close to the wind could sail
Sturdy guns fired at close range ensured we would prevail
The Armada came with lots of guns With weather's help again we'd won
Our nimble ships, close to could sail With sturdy guns we would prevail
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Two hundred ships sailed to Quebec, to put them under siege
The lobsters got their rifles out, and Canada we freed
Upon the Plains of Abraham we saw them eye to eye.
Our ranks held firm a volley fired and many Frenchies died
Two hundred ships Quebec did siege The lobsters rifles them did free
At Abraham we saw their eyes Our ranks fired, and many died
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By the time Trafalgar came we knew we'd win the scrap
Nelson died a hero there, but the Frenchies won't be back
They had more ships, they had more guns, but they didn't have our men
We cut their line in half me lads, then routed them a-gen
Trafalgar came we'd win the scrap Nelson died but they'll not be back
They had more ships but not our men We cut their line and routed them
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If you want peace, prepare for war, so it's oft been said
Then when it comes, the Dogs of War, unleash and give their head
The Chatham Chest awaits us now, now our time is done
We'll rest in peace, in Ing-er-land, now the war is won
Wish for peace, it's oft been said The Dogs of War must have their head
To Chatham Chest now time is done Rest in peace, now war is won
[] x2
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2. |
Baltic
03:52
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Baltic
Ken Punshon & Chris Pyam 2012
Standing on the starboard side
Pondering
Watching ships from far and wide
Reflecting
Crest the waves, then sink in trough
Watch the water cascade off
Considering, considering
Across the sea their wakes leave trails
Remembering
Gainst the winds their routes prevail
Revisiting
Propellers pounding corkscrew spume
Bubbles as the ocean's plume
Imagining, imagining
Some are wood and some are steel
Some are ghosts and some are real
Some there's noone at the wheel
Intending
In their endeavours they're engrossed
Concentrating
Stopping all along the coasts
Speculating
Engines now, but still they sail
Scorching heat or freezing gale
Reasoning, reasoning
Where've they been, where do they go
Wondering
What are their names, we'll never know
Regretting
Sailing for their countries far
Guided by the northern star
Analysing, analysing
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3. |
Leaves
04:38
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Leaves
Ken Punshon & Chris Pyam (2012)
The paths through the forest where we used to roam
Are covered all over with leaves
The track to the cottage that we called our home
Now blocked by the mouldering trees
Outside in the garden the flowers have gone
Replaced by malignant weeds
It's clearly a place I no longer belong
Steeped in the old memories
The windows are broken, the thatch is all torn
The walls are crumbling lime
Even the bed where our children were born
Is covered in tangled green vines
The old wooden gate is held by one hinge
Its presence no longer confines
All round the fence there's a lunatic fringe
Of gaudy red warning signs
{Instrumental}
In summer the parcel from London arrived
Containing inside of it fleas
They carried the plague that few would survive
A deadly infectious disease
It carried you off in a matter of days
Together with children all three
And now the graves in which you all lay
Are covered all over with leaves
Covered all over with
Covered all over with
Covered all over with leaves
And now the graves in which you all lay
Are covered all over with leaves
Still I hear their souls as they wail
The cry of the ghostly banshees
Carried along on the back of the gale
A sound to make my heart grieve
A sound that I no longer can bear
My heart will now find its ease
For soon I will be joining you there
Covered all over with leaves
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4. |
Murder
04:23
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Murder
Ken Punshon & Chris Pyam (2013)
One hand held the whisky, the other held a gun.
Pointing straight towards me, daring me to run
His blood flecked eyes were staring
At the clothes that she'd been wearing
But she was well past caring
What anyone had done
[Blood on the ceiling, blood on the floor
Blood on the curtains, and blood right up the door
Splattered on the table, smeared across the chair
Never seen so much blood as was there]
His clothing was dishevelled, his hair was lank and greased.
Appearance dark and swarthy, face with lines was creased
Chin was stubble half grown
A voice with croaky tone
Asked if I had known
The girl that was deceased
[]
{Instrumental}
[]
Now I am regretting as I sit here in this cell
The Detective did his job, and he did it oh so well
Might hold him in contempt
He may have been unkempt
But at his first attempt
He'd sounded my death knell
[]
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5. |
Waves
04:30
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Waves
Ken Punshon & Chris Pyam (2013)
[Waves crashing in from the sea.
Flecks of white in the breeze
They wipe from the sand
The footsteps of man
Waves crashing in from the sea]
Kiddies (are) rolling in the surf
Abundance of joy and of mirth
Crabs scuttle round
Don't want to be found
(By the) Kiddies rolling in the surf
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Umbrellas flutter in the wind
Sun beats down on burning skin
Beach sellers abound
With goods they come around
Umbrellas flutter in the wind
[]
Lifeguard reclining in the sun
Waiting for his work to be done
If trapped by the tide
He'll be by your side
Lifeguard reclining in the sun
[]
Sitting in the shade in the shack
Watching the tide coming back
The bottles of beer
Giving good cheer
Sitting in the shade in the shack
Waves crashing in from the sea
Flecks of white in the breeze
They wipe from the sand
The footsteps of man
Waves crashing in from the sea
Waves crashing in from the sea
Waves crashing in from the sea
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6. |
Joyce
03:37
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Joyce
Ken Punshon & Chris Pyam (2013)
Vivacious, intelligent, seemed to fly high
Constantly searching for just the right guy
Meanwhile the world and his wife walked on by
As she sat there........alone, in her room
Two different people, to world and herself
Outwardly happy, with trappings of wealth
It seemed that she feared being left on the shelf
As she sat there........alone, in her room
[Alone in her room
Alone in her room
How sadly she sits there
Alone in her room]
She never took drugs, and she never drank much
Never requiring assistance as such
(But) Slowly her friends all fell out of touch
As she sat there........alone, in her room
How often she moved on – at least once a year
What was it drove her, what was it she feared?
Even her close friends were not really near
As she sat there........alone, in her room
[]
Just what had happened there, noone can say
All that we know is that one lonely day
Into her (own) shadows she faded away
As she sat there........alone, in her room
Nobody knew that Joyce Vincent had gone
38 years, a lifetime not long
Three years to find, with the TV still on
As she lay there........DEAD, in her room-m-m-m-m-m
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7. |
Spinning Top
04:06
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Spinning Top
Chris Pyam & Ken Punshon (2010)
As I lay here in the dirt, cuddling a bottle o' booze
I think about the times I've failed, how easy it is to lose
Everything I try, Seems to go awry, Maybe that is why
[My head is spinning around
My soul's in tangles wound
Can't quite think right, Fireworks ignite, Logic's in flight
Cos my head is spinning, spinning,
Head is spinning around]
From the East the brightness comes, a flash of golden sun
Mercy's angel rescues me, my recovery has begun
Sanity regain, The alcohol distain, Become a man again
[My thoughts are spinning around
My soul's in tangles wound
Can't quite think right, Fireworks ignite, Logic's in flight
Cos my thoughts are spinning, spinning,
Thoughts are spinning around]
Over time as we grow close, I start to hope once more
Believing in the happy things the future has in store
Don't ever mis-construe, The love I have for you, Although it may be overdue
[My dreams are spinning around
My soul's in tangles wound
Can't quite think right, Fireworks ignite, Logic's in flight
Cos my dreams are spinning, spinning,
My dreams are spinning around]
On this dark and freezing night, you've gone out for a drive
I've had a premonition that you will not survive
The scene it does forbode, The stream has overflowed, With ice across the road
[The wheel's left spinning around
My soul's in tangles wound
Can't quite think right, Fireworks ignite, Logic's in flight
Cos the wheel is spinning, spinning,
The wheel is spinning around]
Now you've gone my balance is lost, I teeter on the brink
Of sliding down the slippery slope, back into the drink
If my re-solve fails, Go back off the rails, Deciding heads or tails
[The coin is spinning around
My soul's in tangles wound
Can't quite think right, Fireworks ignite, Logic's in flight
Cos the coin is spinning, spinning,
Coin is spinning around
Coin is spinning around
Coin is spinning around
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8. |
Battle Cry
03:25
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Battle Cry
Chris Pyam & Ken Punshon (2009)
As the mist floats away what do we see
Blood stained tattered pennants, proclaiming victory
Surrounded by dead bodies, bleeding friend and foe
What has this battle won them? Alas they'll never know
As the smoke drifts away from the gun fire
A host of butchered soldiers lay shredded on the wire
Not only bombs and bullets, but lice and dysentery
It ended in an armistice; they called it victory
As the fire burns away, frying Nagasaki
The second inferno is perverting victory
Incinerated bodies, flesh stripped from their bones
This horrific destruction, the worst we've ever known
As the gunmen melt away into the crowd
The innocents destroyed that day are crying out loud
Governments cannot stop them, beyond ability
To suppress the terrorists seeking victory
As the people turn away from bloody war
One thing that we always pray: happening never more
The search for peace is always hard, it begins with you and me
Only then will we find the real victory
Only then will we find the real victory
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9. |
Carry My Thoughts
03:52
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Carry My Thoughts
Chris Pyam & Ken Punshon (2010)
[Carry my thoughts with you, where'er you go
Carry all my thoughts with you, so you'll always know]
As I'm driving away, I look back through the tears
Remembering all we've said and done, the experience of years
The tears are not of sadness, but rather of regret
For those things we didn't do, the things you might forget
[]
Through all my childhood years, I've lived my life your way
And even though I'm going now, you'll still have your say
Though I've left to live my life, I leave my heart with you
Don't forget I love you more than you ever knew
[]
Let us walk across the fields, stroll amongst the flowers
Make the most that we can of lengthy sunlight hours
Holding hands, rejoicing, trying to decide
How to live together, staying side by side
[]
Now it's we that have the child; we love them just the same
But just like our parents, it's all happening again
As that child goes off to live life in its own way
I can't help thinking back to that fateful day.
[]
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10. |
Walking
03:30
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Walking
Ken Punshon & Chris Pyam 2011
Walking down the road
I spied a girl with flaxen hair
Long white dress and shoulders bare
Asked her then if she would care
To stroll along the road
We turned into a lane
Facing me she coyly smiled
Moistened her lips, my heart beguiled
Then heated blood and passion wild
In that shady lane
That day I soon did rue
As she grew large around the waist
Regrets appeared for that love in haste
For retribution I was braced
The consequence I'd rue
Walking down the aisle
Marrying her for the babe that's due
And 'cos the squire, her father, knew
Not a lot that I could do
But walk on down the aisle
Caught in a cul de sac
That lass so fair is fading fast
My love for her is in the past
Looking to escape at last
From that cul de sac
So I-took-a crooked path
Faked my death, that I did drown
Fled the country via the town
Knowing that I'd not come down
Back along that path
Now on a boulevard
Supping glass of cold Chablis
Living life in gay Paris
Rejoicing with my spirit free
On that boulevard
Now walk the avenues
Spying girls with golden hair
Long white dresses and shoulders bare
Wondering how man-y would care
To stroll the avenues
To stroll the avenues
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11. |
Lady In The Night
03:20
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Lady in the Night
Ken Punshon, Christine Pyam, Heather Dunn (2014)
Lady of the morn, bright and fresh and ready
Lady of the morn, travelling (on) the road
Lady of the morn, the music makes her heady
Lady of the morn, the harmonies explode
Lady out to lunch, trying to find her breakfas(t)
Lady out to lunch, relishing her food
Lady out to lunch, supping at her wine glass
Lady out to lunch, is getting in the mood
[Lady in the night, standing on the corner
Lady in the night, waiting all alone
Lady in the night, why did no one warn her
Lady in the night, trying to find a home]
Lady at the church, listening to the music
Lady at the church, is sitting in a pew
Lady at the church, her world has gone acoustic
Lady at the church, what is she going to do
Lady round the pub, sitting on her jacksie
Lady round the pub, singing all the songs
Lady round the pub, waiting for a taxi
Lady round the pub, whatever could go wrong
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12. |
Cabinet of Curiosities
04:32
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Cabinet of Curiosities
Words & Harmonies by Thursday's Child (2014)
[Music by The Hut People]
Health service is sickly, education beaten back
That lot at works and pensions, have got us on the rack
Getting in a pickle over storms and floods
The harbingers of finance (are) sucking at our blood
[Vote for me, vote for me, vote for me now
I'll change your life but I won't tell you how
Do as we say, a-and not as we do
We are in charge, a-and you lot eschew]
Cutting regulation, but clogging up the courts
Preventing us from seeing, those things that we ought
Stopping common protest, gagging public voice
Ensuring that the ballot's now seen as Hobson's choice
[]
Scotland wants independence so too does England now
To Westminster's hoi polloi we no longer will kowtow
Straight-forward, real, democracy, with crook-ed MPs caught
Regaining all the freedoms for which our fathers fought
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A collusion coalition, full of liberal re-deals
So just stop all your moaning, put your shoulder to the wheel
Don't labour under the-impression 'bout the shadows on the wall
Feigning opposition they're no use at all
We're fed up, we're fed up, we're fed up with it all
We're fed up, we're fed up, we're fed up with it all
We're fed up, we're fed up, we're fed up with it all
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13. |
A Storm Is Brewing
03:33
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A Storm Is Brewing
Ken Punshon & Chris Pyam (2013)
A storm is brewing along the road
The charge is building, high tension showed
The state of flux, the air corrodes
We're destined for a storm
Peals of thunder, rumble round
Now we're trembling, uncertain ground
Like a whirlwind, words fly round
In the heart of the storm
With the downpour, comes suspense
Stiffling pressure, nerves are tense
Cold as ice, the air is dense
We're succumbing to the storm
Raindrops in the eye, in the false calm
Light winds clear the skies, shelt'ring us from harm
Surrounded on all sides, by towering stormy walls
Tension now subsides, as the pressure falls
Time to re-assess
In the eye, of the storm
Come the eyewall, we're plunged again
Into the vortex, of lashing rain
Causing weals, inflicting pain
At the mercy of the storm
Now it's feeling, cold as snow
Static charges, tempers goad
In a flash, it all explodes
There's fallout, from the storm
Then the pressure, seeps away
We fight to live, another day
Shelt'ring under the cliche
We've survived, another storm
We've survived, another storm
We've survived, another storm
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14. |
Out On The Wind
02:50
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Out On The Wind
Heather Dunn (2014)
I walked alone, No place in life for me
I failed at every stage, Darkness all around
I need to atone, Let my spirit free
Open the door of my cage, And fly above the ground
[I hear you out on the wind
And you're calling
Calling to me on the wind]
You came into my world, And your warmth it was mine
My wings unfurled, You let my lightness shine
They said it wouldn't last, It was just a fleeting thing
You cleansed away my past, And now my voice can sing
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But now your life is over, You left me on the shore
The gulls above me hover, And I'm alone against once more
I sit and watch the tide, And listen to the wind
I wonder why you died, Alone again I cried
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The wind called my name, Giving me your love
You will always be with me, I'll walk alone no more
I'll walk alone no more
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15. |
Parting
03:51
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Parting
Ken Punshon & Chris Pyam (2010)
[Fly away
Just fly away
Fly away
(and) Set me free]
Summer flings; Pain it brings
Barbs and stings; Spreading wings
Memories; What used to be
Still for me; Stability
Jealousy; The agony
Fidelity; A parody
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Have to flee; Separately
But for me; Insanity
Abandoned me; Now I'm free
Can't forsee; What will be
Reluctantly; No remedy
Defiantly; Hear my plea
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[] You've set me free
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16. |
Galilee Revisited
04:56
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Galilee
Chris Pyam (C) (2010)
[Oh Lord, set me free to walk by the shores of Galilee
And this life is killing me
When will I be free] x2
Work your fingers to the bone
Seems so long since you were home
But the cotton must be in the shed
And you won't get the work done lying in your bed
[]
Stack those bales of cotton high
Ain't no use in asking why
Cos the world will crash down on your head
And you won't get the work done lying in your bed
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Bend your back and dig the soil
All your life is sweat and toil
And you need to rest your weary head
But you won't get the work done lying in your bed
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Swing that scythe and cut the wheat
Don't think that it's yours to eat
Cos the sheaves are to the altar led
And you won't get the work done lying in your bed
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Sunday is the Sabbath day
Ease your bones as down you lay
You can-rest-on the-floor-of the cotton shed
But you won't get the work done lying in your bed
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Get down on your knees to pray
Preacher tells you what to say
And you'll go to heaven when you're dead
But you won't get the work done lying in your bed
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[When will I be free] x3
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Thursday's Child UK
Thursday's Child was born on a Monday (August Bank Holiday 2009)!
Chris Pyam and
Ken Punshon got together to try out a couple of ideas for songs. That afternoon they created about eight songs; since then over 100 more have emerged, with a few more 'bubbling away'.
Heather Dunn joined us in Nov 13 to contribute additional harmonies during the creation of our third album (Carry My Thoughts).
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