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SPIRIT OF THE WEST
Hit Parade
Release Date: 1999
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01. Canadian Skye
02. Rites of Man
03. Wishing Line
04. Unplugged
05. Williamson's Garage
06. Sadness Grows
07. 5 Free Minutes
08. Bone of Contention
09. D For Democracy
10. Goodbye Grace
11. Puttin' Up With the Joneses
12. And if Venice is Sinking
13. Save This House
14. Home for a Rest |
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*15. Political
*16. That's Amore
*17. And if Venice is Sinking
*18. The Crawl* (with Orchestra - bonus feature
tracks unavailable elsewhere) |
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HOME FOR A REST
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You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a month
I've been drunk since I left
These so-called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink
I need home for a rest
We arrived in December and London was cold
We stayed in the bars along Charing Cross road
We never saw nothin', but brass taps and oak
kept a shine on the bar with the sleeves of our coats
You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a week
I've been drunk since I left
And these so-called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink
I need home for a rest
Take me home!
Euston station the train journey north
In the buffet car we lurched back and forth
Past odd crooked dykes through Yorkshire's green fields
We were flung into dance
As the train jigged and reeled
You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a week
I've been drunk since I left
And these so-called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink
I need home for a rest
Take me home!
By the light of the moon she's drift through the streets
A rare old perfume so seductive and sweet
She'd tease us and flirt as the pubs all closed down
Then walk us on home and deny us a round
You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a month
I've been drunk since I left
And these so-called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink
I need home for a rest
Take me home!
The gas heater's empty, it's damp as a tomb
The spirits we drank are now ghosts in the room
I'm knackered again, c'mon sleep take me soon
Don't lift up my head 'til the twelve bells of noon
You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a month
I've been drunk since I left
And these so-called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink
I need home for a rest
Take me home!!!!
| Copyright 2004 |
Last Updated: 02. April 2004 |
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