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Eons ago, before time itself, before washing machines and vacuum cleaners, there was - The North. It was cold, it was wet, but most of all, it was ... Grim!

Wolstenholme
© 2005 Musica Realis Ltd.

1 Storm
2 The Story
3 A Bridge Too Far
4 Storm

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Captured by your winning ways
Caged songbird free to fly
Loving words from an angel face
I was hooked, I can't deny
Drank a cup of that summer's wine
Made a nest in your feather bed
"Leaves must fall from a tree some time"
You said, whilst I bled
Well, I couldn't believe my ears
I couldn't believe my eyes
I couldn't believe my mind
It's like I'm running through a storm

What you promised came to pass
All my illusions best ignored
No more wine left in the glass
I implored, but you were bored
Well, I couldn't believe my ears
(I could have ripped them off, the things you said)
I couldn't believe my eyes
(I should have cut them till the sockets bled)
I couldn't believe my mind
It's like I'm running through a storm

Broomhead/Wolstenholme
© 2005 Musica Realis Ltd.

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Love is fun
Love is great
Love is done
Love is hate

Love is life
Love is breath
Love's a knife
Love is death

Love is sun
Love is rain
Love has gone
Love is pain

Love is kind
Not one bit
Love is blind
Love is ...

Wolstenholme
© 2005 Musica Realis Ltd.

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Here no long shadows mark the ground
to lead us on our way
And here no steam or clamour's found
unlike our working day
Our time upon this grassy mound
is where we make our play
And though we cannot linger long
and many things in life are wrong
The lark is carolling his song
in this the month of May

No sign of raven or of crow
to make our blue sky grey
The blackbird singing far below
reminds us where we stay
Back where the grimy rivers flow
through all our toil and fray
Then leaning on the factory wall
answering Mammon's trumpet call
Just like the lark, our rise and fall
still happens come what may

Wolstenholme
© 2005 Musica Realis Ltd.

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It's hard I know
Sometimes we build our hopes too high
Joy can turn to sorrow
In the twinkle of an eye ...

That's the price you pay
For falling
Long for yesterday
For the lessons you learn
That's the price you pay

Listen to me
For I have travelled down that road
In a little while you'll see
The truth in what I've told

That's the price you pay
For falling
But it's all in the game
For the lessons you learn
That's the price you pay

Many a heart has been broken
Many a tear has to fall
These are the costs when you give your all
But that's the price you pay

It's hard letting go
But it gets easier in time
Maybe not tomorrow
One day by and by

That's the price you pay
For falling
So don't wish your life away
For the lessons you learn
That's the price you pay

Turner
© 2005 Musica Realis Ltd.

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Mr. Softy, Mr. Whippee
They'll be gone if you're not nippy
Lurking there on your street corner
Thought I'd be the first to warn ya
Kind of nice but kind of scary
Lay a trap for those unwary
What goes on inside the dairy

But hey! It's a lovely sunny day
We can lick our wounds away
Let the cornets blow
But the voices still say "No!"

Mr. Snot and Mr. Toupee
(not their names, it's what the kids say)
Drive their vans except on Mondays
Sell their wares including sundaes
Kind of nice but kind of shifty
Lay a trap for those unthrifty
99s for one Pound fifty?

But hey! It's a lovely sunny day
We can lick our wounds away
Let the cornets blow
But the voices still say "No!"

Wolstenholme
© 2005 Musica Realis Ltd.

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Hebden Bridge - late summer morning
As people wake, rubbing their eyes
Shops astir, they fan their awnings
For rain is in those lowering skies

Hebden Bridge - nothing is different
Fruit and flowers, paper and pie
Dreams are made here on the pavement
Dreams are made, hoping to fly

Climbing where the winds are blowing
Streets and houses out of sight
Any moment we'll be going
We're just waiting 'til the time is right

High above the tallest spires
Way up in the fading light
Hundreds gather on the wire
Waiting 'til they know the time is right

Broomhead/Wolstenholme
© 2005 Musica Realis Ltd.

Broomhead
© 2005 Musica Realis Ltd.

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True Thomas lived on Huntlie Bank
A marvel he did see
For there he saw a lady bright
Come riding down by eildon tree
Her dress was of the grass-green silk
Her shoes of velvet fine
And hanging from her horse's mane
Were fifty silver bells and nine

"Come harp and carp, Thomas", she said
"Come harp and carp along with me
And if you were to kiss my lips
Sure of your bodie I will be"
They mounted on her milk-white steed
Flew swifter than the wind
And 'ere the evening sun had set
All living land was left behind

And see you there that long, long road
Said she with bated breath
That is the road to paradise
Though some may say the road to death

And now he wears a suit of cloth
And shoes of velvet green
And seven years upon this earth
True Thomas he was never seen

Wolstenholme (Lyrics distilled from Thomas The Rhymer, 16th C., Anon.)
© 2005 Musica Realis Ltd.

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The birds that fly up in the blue
Are not impressed by me or you
They keep themselves unto themselves
And do not look for reasons why
The birds that fly

The trees that grow on either side
They do not know, they can't decide
Which way we go upon the road
They never tell, they do not show
The trees that grow

The flowers dying in the lane
Have had their time and that is plain
The book is written and we read
Until we are blue, white or red
Like flowers - dead

Wolstenholme
© 2005 Musica Realis Ltd.

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Once I learned about the state of the economy
I filled my cup with science and astronomy
Now all I seem to get is round the clock gastronomy
and MDF has to be the new mahogany

Once I was happy living in my T.V. world
Now every show has to have a water-feature girl
It only takes three words to make me change the station
Location, location, location

Not one word about Nietsche and Philosophy
and not a note about Schönberg's seriality
Swapping wives has to be the new morality
and feckless youth on the sofa of banality

Once I was happy living in my T.V. world
Now every show has to have a water-feature girl
It only takes three words to wreck my recreation
Location, location, location

Once I was happy just living in my T.V. world
Now every show has to have a water-feature girl
It only takes three words to make me beg sedation
Location, location, location

(ad nauseam)

Wolstenholme
© 2005 Musica Realis Ltd.

Falschbier, arr. Wolstenholme
© Eclectic Publishing

Wolstenholme
© 2005 Musica Realis Ltd.

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You, you are the Sun
And you, you are the Moon
My Mars inflames us
My Venus tames us
The stars bequeath us
The Earth beneath us
And we should be as one
But love dies all too soon
Your world is sunlight
Whilst yours is midnight
The sky's infinite
But we're not in it the same time
The sky's infinite
But we're not in it
The same time
            time

Wolstenholme
© 2005 Musica Realis Ltd.

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It's a scene from a London flat
Nothing's quite so bad as that
There's the hole in the wall from the thing that I threw
And the desk's overflowing with bills overdue
The ashtrays are full, then again, I'm afraid, so are you
Were we to stop and think
We'd throw this stuff right down the kitchen sink
In a scene from a London flat

It's a scene from a London flat
(It's lucky you don't have a cat)
For his fur would fall out from the things that he heard
From the cutting aside to the blasphemous word
And it has to be said that the language is frankly absurd
Were we to stop and think
We'd throw this stuff right down the kitchen sink
In a scene from a London flat

Chorus domesticus: Nancy Sumatra and The Hell Cats

Wolstenholme
© 2005 Musica Realis Ltd.