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My name is Mr Chanter, sir, I work here in the town
I’m the one who mans the bar you see, makes your head spin round and round
I hear the stories of the people that go there
Like the man who came in yesterday, as sad as he could be
His mother had just died at the age of only 53
And though I may console him, he’d never forget (repeat)
And then there was the lady, came in only yesterday
Crying her eyes out as her husband sailed away
Sailing on his sailing ship, her love went far away
Or the oldie who just sat there, not a sound did he make
Just sat and drunk enough to fill a lake
I never knew his name, nor where he was from (repeat)
And these are the reasons I stand before you now
Because however bad I feel, I am not sad
However bad I feel, I am not sad
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Sweet England
02:29
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As I was a-walking one morning in Spring
To hear the larks whistle and the gully-birds sing
I heard a sweet maiden a-making a moan
“But alas, I’m a stranger a long way from home
I came from sweet England with my mother and Dad
And I thought in America all could be had
Of gold, and of silver, and acres galore
And I’d never meet hunger and poverty more
But alas for sweet England, my father is dead
And my mother can earn, but there’s little for bread
I dream as I gaze o’er the far distant main
For some fine sheep to take me to England again
Now my mother is dead, and I’m left all alone
But if I were in England, no more would I roam
And my aunt’s in the country, and she loves me amain
So won’t some ship take me to England again
Sweet England again (repeat)
There’s a neat little cottage with a rose at the door
And there with my aunt I would live my life o’er
I’d nurse her in sickness, and tend to her pain
And thank God I’m back in Sweet England
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Butterfly
02:59
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I have a friend, a good friend
Typical long haired teenager - you know the kind
But recently, I’ve been worried for his personal state of mind
Because he just can’t stop drawing butterflies on his arm
No he just can’t stop drawing butterflies on his arm
He says he’s trying to stop, but I still see the
blood dripping down from his arm
The scars left over are a constant reminder of the ever-worsening plot
I just wish he’d stop drawing butterflies on his arm
Please stop drawing butterflies on your arm
And though they fly away, they’ve left a print
A neater sign than anyone can mint
And cover it up with a coat and scarf when winter comes
Cos no-one wants to see those butterflies
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Stayed up late at night crossing all the Ts
Perfecting how I said my Bs and Ps
I read up on my resolutions, all these human solutions
To tell people of this thing that we call war
I tried to stay all apolitical
While the situation remained apocalypitical
But nothing could prepare me for a man who would stare me
in the face and ask me just one simple thing
Why do you teach hate to your children?
Why do you teach hate?
Oh no, Sir
Oh no, Sir
We teach life, Sir
We teach life, Sir
How can I get it into you
There's a difference between Green and Blue
On one side there's the occupier, the next the occupied
Oh no, Sir
Oh no, Sir
We teach life, Sir
We teach life, Sir
How can I get it into you
There's a difference between Green and Blue
On one side there's the occupier, the next the occupied
Oh no, Sir
Oh no, Sir
We teach life, Sir
We teach life, Sir
You think because you're a democracy you can take our land?
You think because the torah said so, you can kill my Dad?
When the rest of that book is filled with beautiful imagery,
you think that you deserve a land when really it's just plain to see
Oh no, Sir
Oh no, Sir
We teach life, Sir
We teach life, Sir
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It’s been a few months now, so I’m ready to write this song
It’s about the things that happen in life, and the things that go wrong
I am not still angry, but it’s still on my mind
And I don’t want it to stay that way
Cos it wasn’t me, you said, it wasn’t what I did wrong
We both needed to be strong
I was brilliant, you said, you were lucky to have me
But we just couldn’t be
It’s strange how quickly things can change from love to hate
One minute I was romeo, the next I was shark bait
You were just not ready, but I can’t afford to wait
Cos I’m too tired to carry on
Cos it wasn’t me, you said, it wasn’t what I did wrong
We both needed to be strong
I was brilliant, you said, you were lucky to have me
But we just couldn’t be
“I’ll get over her”, they said, but you know what? I never did
“There are plenty of fish in the deep blue sea” but you’re the only one for me
And don’t think that’ll ever change
Don’t think that’ll ever change
And though you may not hear this song, at least it’s out there
And even if it hurts to hear, I still think it’s fair
Cos I still get a twinge inside when I see your smiling face
But life, life goes on
Cos it wasn’t me, you said, it wasn’t what I did wrong
We both needed to be strong
I was brilliant, you said, you were lucky to have me
But we just couldn’t be
It’s been a few months now, so I’m ready to write this song
It’s about the things that happen in life, and the things that go wrong
I am not still angry, but it’s still on my mind
And I don’t want it to stay that way
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Dan Simpson London, UK
Dan Simpson is quite good at playing music, but less good at writing a bio in a very small number of characters.
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