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All The Words
03:34
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Where will you find me,
When all is said and done?
You weren’t the only one
The best of all my promises
Strung up along
The breast of your despair
Given holy bread to eat
The waters over there
When all the words are spoken
When all the deeds are done
Will you comfort me,
When the last days come?
The things you lined up
In shaking rows and rows
Toys and bitter gifts of youth
In boxes now they float
The garden’s full of you
You’re etched into the roots
The clouds will know your name
And the grass is with you too
When all the words are spoken
And all the deeds are done
Will you comfort me my friend,
When the last days come?
Copyright Rob Finlay 2016
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Emily
04:11
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Leaning on the porch looking at the sky
Of fire and brimstone from places she'd never seen
She knew little love at her father’s drunken hand
Poor mother was tired from working the land
From the field one burning harvest day
Came a shout for whiskey in the old familiar way
“Child he's mad stay clear of him today”
If a mother’s eyes could speak, this is what they’d say
Oh run Emily run; keep your dreams alive, run from this life
She watched mother cross the cornfield row by row
And disappear into the shadow of the old scarecrow
Fathers belt bit deeper blow by blow
And the corn turned red and the sun dipped low
Emily never left her mothers side
She nursed her knowing no doctor would arrive
All the while keeping out of fathers sight
And holding back the tears she could only cry at night
Run Emily run; while there’s still time, run from this life
Two weeks past and mother finally died
Father told his story to the townsfolk who came by
“She fell under the reaper at the end of July
”They just shook their heads and chose to share the lie
Father yelled as the bleeding sun went down
“Bring my whisky girl you're the woman now
”She stepped from the porch with his gun held in her hands
As the shot rang out he fell and the crows began to land
Run Emily run; far from this life, run for your life
Copyright Rob Finlay 2016
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Eve
03:39
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Do you know if it’s over for us?
And who stole our keys to the cites of gold
From rib and dust came holy light
Forbidden fruit and serpent night
Eve please tell me a story
Why is it that left and right aren’t up and down?
You convinced them he was real
Everything standing still as stone
The palest priests pray on the weak ones
Their sweet hands spinning yarns
And lead their fleeced flocks to drowning
Given the chance they’d eat them alive
Eve please tell me a story
Why is it that left and right aren’t up and down?
You convinced them he was real
Everything standing still as stone
Since the end of time I’ve been waiting
Staring silently into the face of God
But God never shifted or rolled before me
The span of all time and space, that’s true glory
Eve please tell me a story
Why is it that left and right aren’t up and down?
You convinced them he was real
You convinced them all we were too
We were too
Copyright Rob Finlay 2016
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4. |
Close Your Eyes
04:04
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I saw a girl lead a blind man by the hand
In Florida on her way to Disney Land
The man’s face was curled like darkness in a ball
And this is the story as far as I recall
The girl was born no more than 7 years before
An English rose with her petals barely formed
From her mother came an inner strength and pride
That this little girl wore with every stride, she said
Hold my hand, and close your eyes
I’ll lead the way oh I will be your guide
Through the darkness of the night we will find
Each others love and the meaning of the light
I saw a girl lead a blind man by the hand
In Florida on my way to Dixie Land
Her mum and dad made love in a field of golden rye
Nine months passed and in childbirth the mother died
Dad held baby against a moon silver sky
Knowing he’d never see a look from those riven blue eyes, he said
Hold my hand, and close your eyes
I’ll lead the way oh I will be your guide
Through the darkness of the night we will find
Each others love and the meaning of the light
I saw a girl lead a blind man by the hand
In Florida on her way to Disney Land
She watched me run my fingers on the board
Down the frets of this old worn guitar
Then she suddenly stopped and raised an arm
She gave me thumbs up and a smile that broke my heart, I sang
Hold my hand, and close your eyes
I’ll lead the way oh I will be your guide
Through the darkness of the night we will find
Each others love and the meaning of the light
Copyright Rob Finlay 2016
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Joan
03:02
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Some spark of life drew me in
It led me here like seas on fire
Visions clear, heaven n earth
What’s a soul in two worlds worth?
I wield a sword of fire and love
I fight for the king of France and God
I'm no saint and I'm no sinner
As your holy flames climb high
I see your souls run thinner
The word of God guides my hand
They cry heresy across the land
Is it in Gods grace I lie?
I fear to speak the answer
If not may he put me there If I am?
May he so keep me
I'm no saint and I'm no sinner
As your holy flames climb high
I see your souls run thinner
Crowds cheer as the pyre licks higher
Silver wheel of burning fire
The lion breath of God is near
Joan roars into my dying ear
Receive your child from within
Pull an angel, from this burning skin
Copyright Rob Finlay 2016
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Rob Finlay - Singer Songwriter Borehamwood, UK
Singer songwriter & filmmaker Rob Finlay offers a heady mix of dreamy elegant folk and classic rock with an edgy acoustic twist. Poetic song writing and soaring vocals create an epic and atmospheric backdrop for lyrical themes to which everyone can relate. All this wrapped up tight in a dynamic and melodic delivery. ... more
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