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Seven Songs

by Henry Sparks

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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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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 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
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 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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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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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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released September 14, 2013

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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. ... more

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