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Through the mist
Through the mist I shall call for you
Like a blind man upon his route
You were always the one, behind the sun
Through the mist I am calling for you Ma!
Through the knocks and the backs on the way
There has never not been light in my day
You have given me food you have guided me good
Through your love you have kept me awake
Should the time come to pass away
I'll be glad I'll look forward to my dying day
For I will never be lost it's God's earth that I cross
Through the mist I am calling for you Ma!
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The Sad Tale Of Joe McCue
Joe would sit up on the step
His sadness hid he needed help
Depression damped the sun that shone
His fragile life would soon be gone
Dowsed himself to free his heart
And sacrificed himself to God
Well Im full of woe for brother blue
How one so young could fall so soon
But he'd free now as Im telling true
This sad tale of Joe McCue
Nineteen years a work of art
His face a beauty silent heart
This stunning athlete ran the wind
Stayed a virgin never sinned
His sister Rosie, William too
Saw his torment yes they knew
But never dreamed the deed he'd do
Their pained and tortured brother blue
But he's free now as Im telling true
This sad tale of Joe McCue
One afternoon it got too much
In adolesence lost his touch
Walked a mile in pain and sorrow
Opting there'd be no tomorrow
Drank the petrol dowsed his corpse
Lit the match of nature's force
Another angel leaves this land
Way on up to father's loving hand
But he's free now as Im telling true
This sad tale of Joe McCue
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Happy Blues (take one)
02:29
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Happy Blues
I got the happy blues, since that lady went away
I got the happy blues, since that old lady went away
She was making my life her
That's all I've got to say
Hawkin' and skwawkin' that's all we'd ever do
Hawkin' and skwawkin' that's all we'd ever seem to do
She was a mean eyed mama
Come down on everything I'd do
I got the happy blues, since that lady went away
I got the happy blues, since that old lady went away
She was making my life her
That's all I've got to say
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Little Red Bottle
A drunk is a man
Who is stronger within
Than many a tee total would have you believe
A drunk is a man
Who's nostalgically prone
And that soldier to me is a good way to be
Who needs faith when there's a bottle
A bottle gives regular blues
Let your mind escape into the bottle
Then rattle until it brews
In your subconscious sea there is no laughter
And the hate swims like a shark
Upon your beach nothing but nostalgia
A little puppy who'd lost his bark
In the little red bottle
Is all I believe
My brain it has dropped within
The little red bottle
Is responsible for so many blues
But blues to some are gold
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Through the mist
Through the mist I shall call for you
Like a blind man upon his route
You were always the one, behind the sun
Through the mist I am calling for you Ma!
Through the knocks and the backs on the way
There has never not been light in my day
You have given me food you have guided me good
Through your love you have kept me awake
Should the time come to pass away
I'll be glad I'll look forward to my dying day
For I will never be lost it's God's earth that I cross
Through the mist I am calling for you Ma!
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6. |
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The Sad Tale Of Joe McCue
Joe would sit up on the step
His sadness hid he needed help
Depression damped the sun that shone
His fragile life would soon be gone
Dowsed himself to free his heart
And sacrificed himself to God
Well Im full of woe for brother blue
How one so young could fall so soon
But he'd free now as Im telling true
This sad tale of Joe McCue
Nineteen years a work of art
His face a beauty silent heart
This stunning athlete ran the wind
Stayed a virgin never sinned
His sister Rosie, William too
Saw his torment yes they knew
But never dreamed the deed he'd do
Their pained and tortured brother blue
But he's free now as Im telling true
This sad tale of Joe McCue
One afternoon it got too much
In adolesence lost his touch
Walked a mile in pain and sorrow
Opting there'd be no tomorrow
Drank the petrol dowsed his corpse
Lit the match of nature's force
Another angel leaves this land
Way on up to father's loving hand
But he's free now as Im telling true
This sad tale of Joe McCue
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7. |
Happy Blues (take two)
02:32
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Happy Blues
I got the happy blues, since that lady went away
I got the happy blues, since that old lady went away
She was making my life her
That's all I've got to say
Hawkin' and skwawkin' that's all we'd ever do
Hawkin' and skwawkin' that's all we'd ever seem to do
She was a mean eyed mama
Come down on everything I'd do
I got the happy blues, since that lady went away
I got the happy blues, since that old lady went away
She was making my life her
That's all I've got to say
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Who's nostalgically prone
And that soldier to me is a good way to be
Who needs faith when there's a bottle
A bottle gives regular blues
Let your mind escape into the bottle
Then rattle until it brews
In your subconscious sea there is no laughter
And the hate swims like a shark
Upon your beach nothing but nostalgia
A little puppy who'd lost his bark
In the little red bottle
Is all I believe
My brain it has dropped within
The little red bottle
Is responsible for so many blues
But blues to some are gold
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Through the mist
Through the mist I shall call for you
Like a blind man upon his route
You were always the one, behind the sun
Through the mist I am calling for you Ma!
Through the knocks and the backs on the way
There has never not been light in my day
You have given me food you have guided me good
Through your love you have kept me awake
Should the time come to pass away
I'll be glad I'll look forward to my dying day
For I will never be lost it's God's earth that I cross
Through the mist I am calling for you Ma!
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10. |
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The Sad Tale Of Joe McCue
Joe would sit up on the step
His sadness hid he needed help
Depression damped the sun that shone
His fragile life would soon be gone
Dowsed himself to free his heart
And sacrificed himself to God
Well Im full of woe for brother blue
How one so young could fall so soon
But he'd free now as Im telling true
This sad tale of Joe McCue
Nineteen years a work of art
His face a beauty silent heart
This stunning athlete ran the wind
Stayed a virgin never sinned
His sister Rosie, William too
Saw his torment yes they knew
But never dreamed the deed he'd do
Their pained and tortured brother blue
But he's free now as Im telling true
This sad tale of Joe McCue
One afternoon it got too much
In adolesence lost his touch
Walked a mile in pain and sorrow
Opting there'd be no tomorrow
Drank the petrol dowsed his corpse
Lit the match of nature's force
Another angel leaves this land
Way on up to father's loving hand
But he's free now as Im telling true
This sad tale of Joe McCue
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11. |
Happy Blues (take three)
02:32
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Happy Blues
I got the happy blues, since that lady went away
I got the happy blues, since that old lady went away
She was making my life her
That's all I've got to say
Hawkin' and skwawkin' that's all we'd ever do
Hawkin' and skwawkin' that's all we'd ever seem to do
She was a mean eyed mama
Come down on everything I'd do
I got the happy blues, since that lady went away
I got the happy blues, since that old lady went away
She was making my life her
That's all I've got to say
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Who's nostalgically prone
And that soldier to me is a good way to be
Who needs faith when there's a bottle
A bottle gives regular blues
Let your mind escape into the bottle
Then rattle until it brews
In your subconscious sea there is no laughter
And the hate swims like a shark
Upon your beach nothing but nostalgia
A little puppy who'd lost his bark
In the little red bottle
Is all I believe
My brain it has dropped within
The little red bottle
Is responsible for so many blues
But blues to some are gold
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Martin Stephenson Invergordon, UK
Born Durham 27th July 1961
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