1. |
Smiling
05:39
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2. |
The Next Station is...
04:17
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V1
Follow the fragrance, like a moth to the light
Who knows what, at this time of night?
Won’t you come with me, take a train underground?
The next station is, the next station is...
V2
Do you remember when, we met at the school
My hair was long, I really looked like a fool
But you took my hand, for a St. Bernard’s waltz
The next station is, the next station is...
V3
Your skin was grey, and your hair was thin
Didn’t make a fuss, took it on your chin
Let’s go out and drink beer for one last time
The next station is, the next station is...
V4
Take your bits of paper, and wave them high in the sky
Everybody’s dressed up, and I’ve even worn a tie
Stories passed, and lessons learned
The next station is, the next station is...
Reprieve
Won’t you come with me, take a train underground
The next station is, the next station is...
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3. |
Good Ship
03:11
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4. |
JC
04:51
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5. |
Spent Lees
04:23
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V1
Get me out of this old room, Can’t be a day too soon
And we’ll jump on a plane back home to you
My hands pick up the phone, but they don’t quite know where to go
Because I know there’s nothing here, it’s truly my biggest fear
CH1
And I can’t hear you now, I can’t see you now
V2
(Wee bit of string part here, in a seperate score)
The stories that he told, with the words he made from gold
Telling tales about a time long ago
All we’re left with are spent lees, and a handful of keys
But there’s nothing behind the door, but a man upon the floor
CH2
And I can’t hear you now, I can’t see you now
And I can’t hear you now, I can’t see you now
Bridge
The spiders on the wall they crawl, I can’t concentrate
We must accept our fate, forget the fabled gate
You are leading me astray, I wont beg or pled or prey
Cause I can’t ask for you, ask for you to stay
The spiders on the wall they crawl, I can’t concentrate
We must accept our fate, forget the fabled gate
You are leading me astray, I wont beg or plead or prey
Cause I can’t ask for you, ask for you to stay
Maybe we’ll catch the bandit in your vain, That’s causing you this hellish strain
What has he got to gain, he doesn’t care about my pain
CH3
And I can’t hear you now, I can’t see you now
And I can’t hear you now, I can’t see you now
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6. |
Costie's
03:52
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7. |
Dr Skeoch's
05:36
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8. |
Jutland
05:17
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V1
Where are you going my Billy-O?
Where are you going my Billy?
I'm joining a ship in Scapa Flow,
That's where I'm going my Nancy.
Pre CH1
I'm joining Queen Mary Nancy-O,
Joining Queen Mary Nancy,
She's bristling with guns and ready to go,
To sail to glory with Jellicoe,
CH1
But where is Queen Mary gone now?
And where is the glory gone now?
And six thousand sailors, gone now
to the bottom at Jutland
V2
Where are you going my Rodney-O
Where are you going my Rodney
I'm joining a ship in Scapa Flow,
That's where I'm going my Nancy.
Pre CH2
I'm joining Invincible Nancy-O,
Joining Invincible Nancy,
She's bristling with guns and ready to go,
To sail to glory with Jellicoe,
CH2
But where is Invincible gone now?
And where is the glory gone now?
And six thousand sailors, gone now
to the bottom at Jutland
Pre CH3
I'm joining the Black Prince o Nancy-O,
Joining the Black Prince o Nancy
She's bristling with guns and ready to go,
To sail to glory with Jellicoe,
CH3
But where is the Black Prince gone now?
And where is the glory gone now?
And six thousand sailors, gone now
to the bottom at Jutland
To the bottom at Jutland
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