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You can travel the world
Go the whole world over
And still be where you are
And still be where you are
I travelled the world
Went the whole world over
And still was where I was
I still was where I was
Not a fighter not a lover not even a forgiver
Tonight we cross the river
You’re my whole world
I’d go your whole world over
To leave you as you are
To leave you as you are
As a fighter and a lover and even a forgiver
Tonight we cross the river
Cross the river
Breaking into a kind of idiot grin
I woke up in your car with the water coming in
As a fighter and a lover
Hell, even a forgiver
Tonight we cross the river
We cross the river
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California
05:10
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I do what I have to
You just look away
Strip away my sadness
Take away my clothes and then there’s who?
When I have to I walk in paper shoes
No more looking backwards
No more knowing things
Standing at the edge my
Meeting you was long overdue
If I have to I’ll make do with the blues
I want to feel the rain stop falling
I need a second chance
And join the flow, the rush of gold
In California
I want to feel the rain stop falling
Take my second chance
I’ll cross this land
And then I’ll stand in California
The wealthy getting richer,
Poor have ceased to dream
Soon they’ll come to hating,
Hating what they think they’ve got to choose
If I have to
I make do with the blues
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Walk on Frozen Water
05:32
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I walked from Prague to Dusseldorf,
from Germany to France
To earn a little extra there I learned to dance
And I’d dance with anyone, anyone who paid
The lean the mean the cruel and those of arbitrary ways
And in an arrondissement numberless I found I’d passed the test
No weeping in the rain, no weeping in the rain
No weeping in the rain
I only do what I do
Won’t wish upon distant stars
Or weep over photographs
I walk on frozen water
Now I dream of America, remember nearly not a thing
I have the word “America” inscribed upon a ring
And wear it on my finger like a signpost and someday
I’ll take the boat to Liverpool to New York and California
I hear the ocean’s loud enough to swallow up your song
Without whom…nothing!
No weeping in the rain, no weeping in the rain
I’ll only do what I do
Won’t wish upon distant stars
Or weep over photographs
I’ll walk on frozen water
I’ll only do what I do
Won’t wish upon distant stars
Or weep over photographs
Of what might have been ours
People will go when they go
Why you may never know
Until then by the grace of God
I’ll walk on frozen water
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Will you ever please shut up?
More than one face here needs to blow and rain
Hold that cold and old idea then let it
Slowly fade
Then maybe get along
Baby get along
Tomorrow is another night
You hurt my soul
Took my song
Baby get along
You’re just annoyed that you weren’t first
In his clothes, his arms, his bed
So he winds up loving someone else
Who needs him less instead
Yeah maybe get along
Baby get along
Tomorrow is another night
You hurt my soul
Took my song
Baby get along
Try getting turned on by the shape of his thumb
Loving someone when you just feel numb
Standing outside of your frightened skin
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I Hate You (Don't Leave)
03:05
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I don’t need your type of drip feed
I don’t need your wishing well
I don’t need your body count, your bump and grind, your kiss and tell
The little cuts that scar aren’t why we hurt
The laughter lies that bind us are the worst
I hate you
Don’t leave
I don’t need your kind of trouble
I don’t need your blow by blow
I don’t need your sleight of hand, your whistle stop your come and go
I don’t need your thick nipped fashion voodoo
The hole the poison needs is what I can’t feed
I hate you
Don’t leave
I don’t need your push and hustle
I don’t need your hit and run
I don’t need your feeding frenzied body bag;
I am a terminator
I don’t need your after day glo
I don’t need your ‘I can’t tell’
I don’t need your incandescent scent of woman gone to hell
The little cuts that scar aren’t why we hurt
The laughter lies that bind us are the worst
I hate
You
Don’t leave
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Stormy Waters
03:58
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I’d call it through, I’ve seen the signs
Won’t waste my time any longer
You made your choice so go let it loose
Go play and lose with the rainbows
Where I don’t know who I see when I look at you now
Did you lie down for him?
Did you give yourself to him and
Dip your stupid toes in stormy waters?
You look lonely and cold, a thousand years old
And your eyes don’t show what you have but what you’ve sold
I don’t need to know
But I want to know
Let it all come on, let the bad times roll
I don’t know who I see when I look at you now
Did you lie down for him?
Did you give yourself for him
And dip your stupid toes in stormy waters?
You crossed the bridge of sighs as he spattered your insides
To sink up to your neck in
Stormy waters
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What Makes a Fool
03:53
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If I had more than this to give
I’d probably do what you’re wanting me to;
I’d have you back
Though it tore me in two
I’m no exception to the rule
That makes a fool
And if I had more than one life to live
I’d probably want what you were hoping I’d got
And take you back
With no memory of wounds
No exception to the rule creates a fool
I don’t work it out but here’s my guess
You liked me better when you knew me less
I was lucky at the tables but when it came to love
It seems that
Dying young takes all the best
And I love you so much I’d be your clothes
Where my heart wanders the action follows
And as hard as it is to keep from wanting you
I’ve got a choice of what will kill me
And it won’t be you…
What makes a fool?
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Grievous Angel
05:09
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Born long before the second war
Then drafted only weeks before it ends
To sit for eighteen months in England
My mother’s blond and wall-eyed boy has gone for good
He’s understood too much of life is gone that’s not forgotten
Remember, remember
Berlin like a bride in early Springtime bathed in the April rain
I am a brash and painted whore; consume the world still needing more
To spend myself then walk into the Big Blue
I want it all want all you’ve got
Your moist and tender hollow spots
To read the lines of every woman’s secret
Remember, remember
The songs of the clown and grievous angel
Ring ‘til the end of time
I want the world can never be
In images I cannot see
In words that I can hear but not remember
Remember, remember
The song of the clowns and grievous angel
Like the beating of wings and the changing of things
Will run ‘til the end of time
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Black
Colin Vearncombe, otherwise known as Black, was born in Liverpool on 26 May 1962.
He had three top-
ten records across Europe and sold over two million albums before leaving the mainstream and going independent. He released a string of albums as Black and under his own name on his own label; Nero Schwarz.
He died in a motor accident in January 2016. His legacy lives on in the Love, Colin project.
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