Some Time Between

by Headwind-1

(free) 08:01


This A Complilation Of Songs From The Past To Present Day In No Particular Order


released May 6, 2012



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Nautical Spacerock!. . .Know Yourself . . Nothing In Excess.
Marine Artwork By Kind Permission Of My Good Friend Barry Mason Seaton, Devon's Foremost Marine Artist.

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Track Name: The Bastards
This One Goes Out To All The Bastards. . You All Know Who You Are! . . They All Work In The Public Sector r r . . Our Taxes Pay Their Taxes . . .Taxes Paying Taxes . . Oh Come On Sing Along . . We're All Paying For You . . Privated Sector Waged Don't Come From Taxes . . Do They?? Oh I don't Know. . Its Only A Song. . To Get You Thinking. . Or Not Even Thinking. . At All . .La.
Track Name: Diazipam Man
I Am The Diazipam Man . .Catch Me If You Can
Track Name: In C
Not Alot
Track Name: Becalmed
BECALMED upon the sea of Thought,
Still unattained the land it sought,
My mind, with loosely-hanging sails,
Lies awaiting the auspicious gales.

On either side, behind, before,
The ocean stretches like a floor,-
A level floor of amethyst,
Crowned by a golden dome of mist.

Blow, breath of inspiration, blow !
Shake and uplift this golden glow !
And fill the canvas of my mind
With wafts of thy celestial wind.

Blow, breath of song ! Until I feel
The straining sail, the lifting keel,
The life of the awakening sea,
Its motion and its mystery
Track Name: Dodgy Everything
Track Name: Millwind 6
THE WINDMILL. Lyric's; Longfellow

Behold! A giant am I !
Aloft here in my tower,
With my granite jaws I devour
The maize, and the wheat, and the rye,
And grind them into flour.

I look down over the farms;
In the fields of grain I see
The harvest that is to be,
And I fling to the air my arms,
For I know it is all for me.

I hear the sounds of flails
Far off, from the threshing floors
In barns, with their open doors,
And the wind, the wind in my sails,
Louder and louder roars.

I stand here in my place,
With my foot on the rock below,
And which ever way it may blow
I meet it face to face,
As a brave man meets his foe.

And while we wrestle and strive,
My master, the miller, stands
And feds me with his hands;
For he knows who makes him thrive,
Who makes him lord of lands.

On Sundays I take my rest;
Church-going bells begin
Their low, melodious din;
I cross my arms on my breast,
And all is peace within.
Track Name: Sutcliffe Harold
Sutcliffe Harold Comes From The North
Track Name: In The Public Gardens
to be done soon
Track Name: The Faust Jam
Many from here there and everywhere