1. |
Freeman
06:10
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FREEMAN (Tim Wood)
I met him on the motorway
said he was a free man
and did I have a cigarette
He'd been all over travelling
looking for a little gold
He said with a laugh, I found nothing yet
He had to get out of Ireland
The police there they've got a lot of tricks
They give a dog a bad name
You better believe that it always sticks
chorus:
And he was worried about the rain
Lord, he'd never seen it rain so hard
And I was thinking about that flame that burned in his heart
He'd heard about a job in London
He hit the road from Liverpool
But if your name is Pat or Michael
Some men treat you like a fool
And he loved to hear old Brady sing
He knew all the words to Arthur McBride
And when I put it on my stereo
The man broke right down and cried
chorus
He talked about a bar he knew in Dublin
Lord, he wished we were there tonight
And we talked about the travelling
Sooner or later we're gonna get it right
When I left him on that same motorway
A bright cafe in a dark night
And as I turned away to leave him
He said, Lady Luck may she treat you right
chorus
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2. |
For the Love of it All
04:20
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For the Love of it all (Janie Meneely / Rob van Sante)
Things that we do, the words that we say
Wash along the shores of time
Sharing our hopes, living our dreams
Revealing our hearts and minds
Chorus:
We each play our part; we're all on a stage
The curtain will rise; it will fall
Sing from the heart, speak from the soul
Dance for the love of it all
Children are the witness, neighbours hear the words
They see what we hold in our arm
if we bear solace, if we bear swords
If we bring peace or harm
Chorus
Choosing the truth, choosing the light
Choosing justice over fear
Setting the scene for a world we seek--
So our children carry on from here
Chorus etc.
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3. |
Cage Load of Men
03:36
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Cage Load of Men (Joe Corrie / Rob van Sante)
Just like a truck-load of cattle
Sixteen crushed at the time
The yawning abyss beneath then
Awaiting the bottomer's chime
To leave all the glories of nature
And toil in the muck and the grime
Hard-handed stalwarts of labour
Nurtured to grin and to bear
Seldom a thought of the danger
That haunts every corner down there
Praying to Christ shift was over
but not in the language of prayer
Nipper so proud to be working
Granddad with hair like the snow
One with his eyes on the heavens
And one with his eyes on below
Free to stay up if they wish it
But hunger, oh, both of them know
One with the cares of a household
Weary and sick of it all
The best of his years he has given
Yet still with his back to the wall
Haunted with fears of the future
Dreading how far he will fall
Clang, goes the bottomer's signal
Down strongly silent they go
In comes another mixed cage load
Each man with a number to show
Cogs in the wheels of injustice
Grinding so sue and so slow
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4. |
Palestine
03:47
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PALESTINE (Paul Metsers - 2018)
My heart it bleeds for Palestine
And her myriad travails
Those dispossessed in deep decline
Now mourn their ancient trails
While teargas air and sniper spear
Unleash a mortal wind
And dreams of peace and nationhood
Like hopes on hearts, are pinned
What strokes of pen, or high decree
Could seize these Arab lands
And claim this twisted history
Was writ in age-old sands ?
So as you claim a righteous place
Ordained from deep belief
You shield your heart and turn your face
From cries of loss and grief
My heart it bleeds for Palestine
And her myriad travails
The dispossessed in deep decline
Now mourn their ancient trails
For all the anguish, suffered so
The Holocaust and all
It’s surely time to let it go
And reach across that wall
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5. |
Gathering Storm
02:55
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GATHERING STORM (Alan Reid)
Fisher boats rock in the harbour
Blow, hear the winds blow
Cloud are hovering low in the sky
The weather is turning this morning
Blow, hear the winds blow
Birds no longer are singing
Blow, hear the winds blow
Out at sea there's a darkening swell
The weather is turning this morning
Blow, hear the winds blow
Hear the winds blow,
There's a gathering storm
Shaking the leaves off the trees,
Comin' on strong,
Turn off the lights, hurry on home,
Nobody knows just how long it will go on
The air waves are filled with foreboding
Blow, hear the winds blow
Telling us all to be on our guard
The weather is turning this morning
Blow, hear the winds blow
Hear the winds blow,
There's a gathering storm
Shaking the leaves off the trees,
Comin' on strong,
Turn off the light, hurry on home,
Nobody know just how long it will go on
They say that trouble is brewing
Blow, hear the winds blow
We look at each other with questioning eyes
Where do we turn to this morning
Blow, hear the winds blow
Hear the winds blow
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6. |
Byker Hill
02:55
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Byker Hill ( Trad. / Rob van Sante)
If I had another penny
I would have another gill
I would make the piper play
'The Bonny Lass of Byker Hill'
Chorus
Byker Hill and Walker Shore
Collier lads for ever more
Byker Hill and Walker Shore
Collier lads for ever more
The pitman and the keelman trim
They drink bumble made from gin
Then to dance they all begin
To the tune of the Elsie Marley
Chorus
When first I went down to the dirt
I had no cowl nor pitshirt
Now I've gotten two or three
Walker Pit's done well by me
Chorus
Geordie Thompson had a pig
He hit it with a shovel and it danced a jig
All the way to Walker Shore
To the tune of the Elsie Marley
Chorus
If I had another penny
I would have another gill
I would make the piper play
'The Bonny Lass of Byker Hill'
Chorus
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7. |
Peace Must Come
03:45
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PEACE MUST COME (Paul Metsers)
Many’s the time I’ve heard the bells chime
Bring the people to pray on a sunny Sunday
Blessed the meek for the peace that they seek
Over and over again
Over again, oh – over again
Say it, pray it, over again
Over again, oh – over again
Peace must come
From way out in space, this earth is our place
A pinpoint of light, whose dwellers still fight
Survivors shake hands, then make weapons and plans
To do battle all over again
Over again, oh – over again
Say it, pray it, over again
Over again, oh – over again
Peace must come
Is it really so hard, to lower the guard
And admit to the greed of more then we need
The words on the wall are familiar to all
I’ve been reading then over again
Over again, oh – over again
Say it, pray it, over again
Over again, oh – over again
Peace must come
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8. |
Saints and Sinners
03:28
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Saints and Sinners (David Francey)
It was Sunday morning in our town
And i sat on my steps and i stared at the ground
And i bowed my head as they shuffled past
All the saints being called to the morning mass
Chorus
And off in the distance they rang a bell
Way off in the distance they rang a bell
And it rang for the saints and the sinners as well
Way off in then distance they rang a bell
I remember the lessons of Sunday school
And i can’t help but think maybe i’m the fool
But i see no sign of a greater plan
Just the joy and the sorrow of my fellow man
Chorus
And here we stand while life rushes past
Between the first breath and the last
And here we stand between east and west
And here we stand between birth and death
Chorus
I was watching the news the other night
There was a war on the left, there was a war on the right
And it’s no surprise that it’s us or them
It’s a long way to heaven from bethlehem
Chorus (2x)
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9. |
Rout of the Blues
03:21
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Rout of the Blues (Trad. / Arr. Rob van Sante)
As i crossed over salisbury plain,
Such a dainty fine sight i behold,
All the lasses are crying and tearing their hair,
For the rout has just come for the Blues
For the rout has just come for the Blues.
Then each one home to their mother does run,
Saying my heart is undone it is true,
I'll pack up my clothes without further delay
And boldly I'll march with the Blues.
And boldly I'll march with the Blues.
The Landlord and Landlady walk hand in hand,
And so do their pretty girls too
And each one pours out a bottle of gin,
To drink a good health to the Blues
To drink a good health to the Blues
Our ship is well rigged and she’s ready to sail
How sweetly the french horns play too
Each one of us cries out a loud huzzah
Success to King George and his Blues.
Success to King George and his Blues.
They're as gallant young fellows as ever you'll see
Though you search bonny Britain all through
When dressed in His Majesty's suit you'll agree
There’s none can compare with the Blues.
There’s none can compare with the Blues.
As i crossed over salisbury plain
Such a dainty fine sight i behold
All the lasses are crying and tearing their hair
For the rout has just come for the Blues.
For the rout has just come for the Blues.
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10. |
The Blacksmith
04:36
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The Blacksmith (Words - Janie Meneely / Music - Rob van Sante)
Called himself a blacksmith, iron in his fist,
Clutching hard to truth. He said it’s always for the best.
The world is just an anvil, you can put it to the test,
But you can’t always see what’s coming up next.
Chorus
The universe is a golden arc,
Built upon truth
And forged in your heart
He said bend your shoulder
He said beat the drum
He said be the flame
For the changes to come
The future is waiting always out of reach
Sitting in the shadows waiting for release [if it’s]
Justice you’re after be the arbiter of peace
Make yourself a hammer and be the change you seek
Chorus
He said to us—it never gets old
Hope is the furnace, your sinews, your soul—
You are the blacksmith and love is the coal
It’s fire in your heart turns the lead into gold
Chorus
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Rob van Sante Whitby, UK
Rob van Sante is a singer/guitarist of great subtlety and skill. Born on The Netherlands he has lived for the past five decades in the UK. He has been a professional musician since 1978 and has toured the globe with super group Battlefield Band, He has also toured extensively with Alan Reid (founder member of Battlefield Band) and more recently with John Conolly and his wife Janie Meneely. ... more
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