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Orbit(Harris)
05:15
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ORBIT(Harris)
When I come awake,
I breath the morning air
Does the sun spin ‘round me,
or is it just a solar flare?
(Chorus)
Does the sun spin round me?
You may disagree
Sense an absentee,
Reason is not guaranteed
When ego is taboo
Tell me who really knew
On this spinning ball of blue,
I'm searching for a clue
I’m searching for my place,
The mirror shows my face.
Does the sun spin around me?
Or am I just spinning free?
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Palms(Sxip Shirey cover)
03:54
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Bear Blues(Harris)
03:08
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Cease (Harris)
02:34
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Winter(Harris)
05:06
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I try to get by as a artist,
But the audience are the cynical kind
Nothing they think has any clarity,
They lack excitement in the art.
It’s become the year of jubilation,
Once in a moon that’s blue
There are no words to describe it
But when they stop and think about it,
Their minds become winter.
Sometimes I look into their eyes,
I think I can see the way they think
Twisted like kissed lips they just can't disguise.
They think it's making their life worthwhile.
That is why is it so hard for them to love.
They celebrate the Winter Queen with frost,
They fear the gaze of The Man in the cloak,
But when left alone and frozen,
Their minds become winter.
They're not too fond of my art,
They really hate my music,
They retreat into the familiar
And they're happy once again
They try to understand my motives
But when they attempt to analyse,
Their minds become winter.
But when they’re hurt by frostbite of aesthetics
Their minds become winter.
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We Owe a Debt(Harris)
03:01
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When the silence falls like lead,
And the guns thrown down instead.
Old soldiers, begin their peace,
And comrades find release.
(Chorus)
We owe a debt to heroes,
As the peace flag billows.
Through battlefields of sorrow,
We owe them our tomorrow .
They marched towards the battle
To fight and show their mettle
Whilst officers sabres rattle
And view the men as cattle,
For every sleepless night they spent,
Not questioning where they’re sent
For every comrade left behind,
Forever in their minds.
(Chorus)
In the echoes of the bugle's rasp,
Hiding from death’s grasp,
To do and never say,
old soldiers who paved the way.
For every family that they left,
For every wound, a soul bereft.
For the courage etched in history,
A debt we bear, a legacy.
(Chorus)
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Brian Harris London, UK
I died in the Punk Wars you know ...guts hanging out on the barbed wire in the women's loo down the Roxy.
Recently described
as 'the West London Chris Difford', I still don't understand what that means-I'm the West London 'Me'!
Osmucon (Osaka Music Concern) is the label.
Snailpace Publishing
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