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By The Riverside
03:36
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Nothing ever happens 'til it happens
And you can't see the country 'til you climb the mountains
You want something done you gotta do it yourself oh
We'll be here forever if its stars you counting
So get yourself get up, get gone
Get yourself get out, get gone
Bring your mighty light in style
And sing your travelling song
I've been waiting by the riverside all along
I've been waiting by the riverside all along
I've been waiting by the riverside all along
A little bit of affection that ain't lovin'
No time for lying in bed and pillow fluffin'
You find someone who cares half as much as you do you done well
You like everything then you like nothing
So get yourself get up, get gone
Get yourself get out, get gone
Bring your mighty light in style
And sing your travelling song
I've been waiting by the riverside all along
I've been waiting by the riverside all along
I've been waiting by the riverside all along
(Pack your bags baby)
Don't be the rock oh be the ocean
And give me a wave as your rollin'
You know all these rivers lead down unto the sea
I'll see you there baby, Its been emotional
So get yourself get up, get gone
Get yourself get out, get gone
Bring your mighty light in style
And sing your travelling song
I've been waiting by the riverside all along
I've been waiting by the riverside all along
I've been waiting by the riverside all along
Bring your mighty light in style
And sing your travelling song
I've been waiting by the riverside all along
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The Uniformed Horesman
03:38
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Spoonfed gin from a saucepan by uniformed horseman
As the valet cleans the dirt from my crown
The sun's up it too bright and these robes are too tight
I sweep the bottles from the eiderdown
(down down)
And its down to the courtyard to test the might of a swordarm
these criminals contest at my will
And I spit and \i ramble as I drink and I gamble
on the first of them who's to be killed
And all the bows they make
(and the smiles the fake)
And all the gifts they bring
Don't mean anything
Is this, is this
Is this the life of a king
Afternoon we shall hunt the boar and the runt
Amongst the baying, the briars and the blood
They must me tie me to my horse tally-ho its gin of course
And still I end up in the mud
Then its back to the keep, As you sow so shall you reap
I have the cook whipped for his lack of haste
And this food tastes amiss and this ale tastes like piss
And that statue of mine's been defaced
And all these fellows who kneel
(And the gold they steal)
And all the gifts they bring
Don't mean anything
Is this, is this
Is this the life of a king
At night arrows we fire at the portrait of my sire
I weep at the grave of my mother
Horseman's abed with my wife, I'll have his head on a pike
and that goes the same for my brother
So I reign and I pour, I smoke and I whore
I rule with reckless abandon
I have need of more wine where's that servant of mine
(Lord I believe you had him shot from a cannon)
And all those who pledge their lives
(As they sharpen their knives)
And all the gifts they bring
Don't mean anything
Is this, is this
Is this the life of a king
Bring me my saucepan
Bring me my gin
My crown and my scepter
Its time to begin
Bring me my saucepan
Bring me my gin
My crown and my scepter
Its time to begin
Bring me my saucepan
Bring me my gin
My crown and my scepter
Its time to begin
Is this the life of a King
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Momma's Days Are Done Scunthorpe, UK
Momma's Days Are Done are an alternative folk & blues band with great harmonies, catchy lyrics and memorable songs.
Described as a bit like a cross between Creedence Clearwater Revival and Bob Dylan and regurkarky featured on BBC Radio.
They are
Nick Akester - Vocals, Guitar
Chris Cooper - Lead Guitar, Bass, Banjo
Matt Hercock - Vocals, Mandolin, Banjo
Tom Pogson - Vocals, Bass
... more
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