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The Legend
of Dylan
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This song’s about
kind of who we are
Where we’re going to travel
and just how far
It all started back
many chords ago
We heard his music
and we loved his show
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The London Album by Gravity Grit
Franklin D. Zodiac .......... 3.52
Spotlight .......... 4.14
On The Yellow Brick Road .......... 4.24
Doug and The Beats .......... 3.52
Guru Man .......... 4.30
Looney Tunes Crazy .......... 4.06
Where Are The Angels? .......... 4.49
Shoreditch Girl.......... 4.26
Tommy Truth and Thelma Trust .......... 4.23
Obsession Road .......... 3.55
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D.
Zodiac
Franklin D. Zodiac
he was anything but cute
just a scaly-green body
in a worn-out
spaceman suit . . .
Doug and The Beats
Let me tell you about
local legend Doug Street
Founding member of
the notorious Bay Beats . . .
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On The
Yellow
Brick Road
On the train to downtown
just another day
Sit at a computer
and rot my life away . . .
Spotli ght
Look at slim-bored Maisy
She’s rock’n’roll crazy
Rules the dance floor
like a fired-up troll
I say why not, she’s got a lot
Got the music
deep down in her soul . . .
Guru Man
The slick-talking guru
came in from the Coast
a data programmer
more cunning than most . . .
Looney tunes crazy
It was nineteen ninety
between Mudville and Main
they were driving Route Inferno
where it crosses Insane . . .
Tommy Truth and Thelma Trust
got along like rum and coke
One day while driving eighty-nine up ahead they saw some smoke
. . .
Tommmy truth
&
thelma trust
There was screaming
up the hillside
There were sirens
outside town
There was weeping
by the poolside
There was murder
going down . . .
where are the angels?
Mary Ann Yerrell
you’re not to blame
When Tom passed on
it doused your flame . . .
Shoreditch
girl
It was after the heartache
before payments were owed
at the motel check in
out on Obsession Road . . .
Obsession
Road
Welcome to the place where words can be found
where words drive the pace and words push the sound
Give Me Comfort
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Give me comfort
Give me comfort
Close your eyes and comfort me
Give me comfort
Give me comfort
Chase this longing to be free
It's Your Life
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It's your life
you're in it,
Somehow you're
gonna own it!
Stirling 1972
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I’m heading back to Stirling
back to Stirling U.
Back to MacRobert Centre
to the protest of seventy-two
The Divide
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Grew up in Ireland
I lived The Divide
Catholic, Protestant
in constant collide
cancer
in the universe
We spent five days
in the back of a truck
arrived in your land
shit outta luck
We’d nowhere to sleep, nowhere to wash
but we stayed out of sight, made it across . . .
Beckett
and Goya the Two Halves of Danger
The dogs from the desert
have come round my house
as I dance with Lolita
in her low-cut blouse . . .
poor
men
bleed
I looked in the river
watched the still water run
saw a kid with a knife
or was it a gun? . . .
Arrow
of Time
When Sam came to town
he all but fell down
Crying: "My wife and
my baby are dead!" . . .
My old
guitar
I was putting in a window
in my old man's summer house
When along came my girlfirend
in her fancy, gypsy blouse . . .
Welcome
To The
World
The man in the middle
had an alibi of sorts
he wasn't near the bank
when robbed by cohorts . . .
A song gets built, much like bricks in a wall
Progress the chords, words fall where they fall
Comes like a fever, in the dead of the night
Drags you from sleep, and begs you to write
Rhythm and words the raw steel of life
Iron and carbon make a powerful knife
Tuning words // Wording tunes