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Grinding Wheel
02:59
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Grinding Wheel
Turning the grinding wheel
I began to get the feel
With the handle in my hand
I began to understand
How a man might turn his life away
No one told me then
Turn and turn again
Faces like a wall
No one tells it all
How a man might turn his life away
My days pass one by one
Hand and heart grow numb
Kitchen madonna and child
They will tell me at the trial
How a man might turn his life away
Slow the clock turns round
We are marching up and down
Round the walls of Maidstone jail
We all tell the tale
How a man might turn his life away
I'm afraid to ask for what I want
Nothing ever turns out as I want
None of this makes any sense to me
And its not how they said my life would be
As I turn
And I turn my life away
Turning the grinding wheel
I know how I feel
Bitterness and rage
Beating at the cage
As I turn and I turn my life away
As I turn and I turn my life away
Turning the grinding wheel
Turning the grinding wheel
Turning the grinding wheel
Turning the grinding wheel
Henry Sparks 2008 ©
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2. |
Man of Constant Sorrow
02:59
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Man of Constant Sorrow
I am a man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my days
I'll bid farewell to this old country
The home where I was born and raised
For six long years I've seen trouble
No pleasures here on earth I find
For in this world I'm bound to ramble
I have no friends to help me now
You can bury me in some deep valley
For many years where I may lay
And you may learn to love another
While I'm sleeping in my grave
Your friends, they think that I'm a stranger
A face you never more will see
There is one promise that is given
I'll see you on god's golden shore.
Trad Arr. Henry Sparks 2008 ©
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The Roads of Liberty
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The Roads of Liberty
Jeanette has gone to Florida
Her sister she just shot herself
Her sister she just shot herself
She just stepped of the edge of the world
In this land of cars and gasoline
in this land of cars and gasoline
And we never take the time
To find out why
Its so hard to get by with a name like Bernadette
Its so hard to get by with a name like Bernadette.
This country is wide this country is bleak
It's just another suicide
It's just another suicide
Here in the land of the free and strong
Behind the bars of liberty
Behind the bars of liberty
And one thousand miles
Is a long way home
A voice on the phone is telling me Jeanette is gone
A voice on the phone is telling me Jeanette is gone.
There's miles and miles of bowties and cameras
Miles and miles of snow white blindness
Miles of human conditional land
I though as I saw the signpost for Saginaw
All of the dreams I hoped and I longed for
Where where the hell is America now?
Of sympathy there is no trace
In the masses crawling on their knees
In the masses crawling on their knees
To gaze at the holy picture gold
Tramping down the old and incompetent
Tramping down the old and incompetent
And compassion is a world
That raised a fool like me
The roads of liberty are burning around my shoes
The roads of liberty are burning around my shoes
The roads of liberty are burning around my shoes
The roads of liberty are burning around my
Liberty burning around my
Liberty burning around my
Liberty burning around my
Liberty burning around my shoes
Henry Sparks 2008 ©
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Freefall
02:31
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Freefall
It’s like the dancing you’ve got the feel
Those crazy tricks that you do on one wheel
Reach for time from the beach end view
Every time I do it I’ll do it for you
I’ll do it, and I’ll do it and I’ll do it for you
Chorus:
And it doesn’t really matter if we ever met
I didn’t regret it at all
Rolling and a tumbling and rolling
In freefall
Travel so far to get me like you do
Jumping and ashouting all the crazy things you do
Tape machine’s running and the singer’s not a singer
Cause he’s trembling and a tumbling
A singer is a singer is a singer is a singer
Chorus:
And it doesn’t really matter if we never met
I didn’t regret it at all
Rolling and a tumbling and rolling
In freefall
All wet with kisses Ill tumble into bedlam
Sleep sleep sleep sleep sleep
High in a leafy bedroom
Beauty is only passing here
Could never be me
Could never be me could never be me
Chorus:
And it doesn’t really matter if we never met
I didn’t regret it at all
Rolling and a tumbling and rolling
In freefall
Henry Sparks 2008 ©
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Reaching for Ships
03:17
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Reaching for Ships
Her masts are so tall against the sky
So far from the dockyard and away from the land
I'd sink if I walked
But I'm eager to try
Another great ship goes sailing by
That's what the dream's about
Reason go walkabout
Reaching for ships
With cold finger tips
Reaching for ships
With cold fingertips
Who was the shipwright and who was the hand
To some distant dockyard in another fair land
I'm stiff from the cold
And I'm seeking the trace
In the compass of eyes in a heart shaped face
I'd sink if I walked
But I'm eager to try
Another great ship goes sailing by
That's what the dream's about
Reason go walkabout
Reaching for ships
With cold finger tips
Reaching for ships
With cold fingertips
Another great ship goes sailing by
Henry Sparks 2008 ©
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6. |
Go You Will go
03:47
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Go you will go...
It's so hard to say,
When I feel you pull away from my heart.
I felt that today
When I saw you fall away into the dark.
And I stood, and I stood,
And I stood quite still.
I felt your hand take my heart.
Go you will go,
How was I to know,
With my blessing on your head ,
You will go you will go.
I waved across the crowd,
Once there was nothing could keep us apart.
For once we were lovers,
I hear again that song of your heart.
And I fall, and I fall,
And I fall so far.
Hope flies from my hand.
Go you will go,
How was I to know,
With my blessing on your head ,
You will go you will go.
Go you will go,
How was I to know,
Slipping into memory,
Of years ago.
You will go.
Henry Sparks 2008 ©
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7. |
Too Many Kings
03:01
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Too Many Kings
My poverty haunts me like the back of the broom.
Death creeps round in the upstairs room.
Is it love or depression or my shocked impression,
Of the history of the war of the Spanish Succession?
There's a guy down the chip-shop, says he's Elvis,
That's allright for him but what I say is:
Chorus:- There's too many kings, too many kings,
Won’t somebody help me get rid of these things.
There's too many kings, too many kings,
These kings they're gonna wreck everything.
There's kings in Jerusalem, there's kings in the East.
Too many kings sitting down to the feast,
Just to wear that thing that they call a crown
Built on dead burnt bodies piled up and down.
The writing on the wall says “Johnny rules!”,
But Johnny's like the rest of them and they're all fools.
Chorus +
Ooh, ooh too many, ooh, ooh too many, ooh too many kings.
There's the book of rules, and the book of kings.
Religion confusing everything,
For the cowboy on the horse of disease
with the double ambition of pride and greed.
There's a way of thinking that says take what you can get.
When there's nothing left, then what happens next?
Chorus +
Ooh, ooh too many, ooh, ooh too many, ooh too many kings.
When I look up at the evening sky
I am not at peace and I know why.
There's a little white light for every one who died,
Every man woman child sent down to die.
It could have been me, it could have been you,
It could have been the both of us doing it too
Chorus
Henry Sparks 2009 ©
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Henry Sparks Canterbury, UK
HENRY SPARKS lives in England, plays guitar, writes and sings songs.
His music is informed by experience as
a farm hand, pizza slinger, carpenter, architect and lecturer.
Folk - English and American - and a fascination with song-writing have driven his playing and creativity. He now makes music locally with Canterbury legends The Country Counts, and plays in or out at any opportunity.
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