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When you're having one of those days
When nothing you do or say
Makes any difference
You feel impotent
Insignificant
In every possible way
You can't get your machines to work
Your windows are covered in dirt
Your shoes don't fit
There's nowhere to sit
Everything's shit
In every possible way
But if you're hearing this tune
And I'm singing it for you,
I hope it's enough
To know somebody loves you
As much as I do
When you've fought with all your might
And you've had enough of the fight
And it's always been
That they always win
But nine times out of ten
Plain as day, you were right
Whatever we do, it all ends the same
The wind and rain erode our names
No one's got a plan
No one understands
But let's walk hand in hand
In every possible way
If you're hearing this tune
And I'm singing it for you
And I hope it's enough
To know somebody loves you
As much as I do
And if you're somebody else
I can't be much help
But maybe there’s
someone somewhere
Singing a song for you
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1969 (live)
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That summer we were meant to go to Ireland
Newry or Newcastle, I can't remember where
On the ferry from Ardrossan
To walk the misty mountains
Or whatever people do when they are there
But when the first bombs went off in Belfast
My father said, I'm sorry son, we'll go another year
Instead we drove down south
To the country of my birth
And went to see my Grandad who lived there
We pulled up at the rest home for the aged
And found him in a corner in a worn-out easy chair
It's probably the last time
That I saw him alive
He was eighty-five, give or take a year
We crossed the fields one blazing August morning
To see the Flying Scotsman on its final fare-thee-well
I watched as it flashed past
And gave its whistle one big blast
I don't know why I remember that so well
My brother says that year was a nightmare
He got ditched by his girlfriend and evicted from his flat
And "All you need is love"
Turned into "Rivers of blood"
Biafra, Ireland, Vietnam, and Israel saw to that
But in the east wing of Worksop General
A woman had a daughter on the 21st of June
And if 1969
Was shit most of the time
It's still my favourite year because that daughter was you
If 1969
Was just a waste of time
It's still my favourite year because of you
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Jon Horne Edinburgh, UK
Chronicling the folibles of the age via the medium of contemporary folk song since
2005.
All the music here is homemade and is provided free.
Even rougher recordings can be found at hornesdemoshop.bandcamp.com
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