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Final Curtain Call
05:08
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I walk the stage for one more time alive,
My ashes will scatter here when I die,
I can see the smiles and tears through walls of rain,
Can't show expectant eyes my fear and pain.
There are not more rehearsals, it's the final curtain call, raise the lights.
Oh, child that watches through my watering eyes,
In wonderment and pride and with surprise,
Could only have dreamt this could all come true.
The cycle is complete, farewell to you.
There are not more rehearsals, it's the final curtain call, raise the lights.
Not one moment was in vain as the love cut through the rain,
Nor any person I inspired, enthusiasm that I fired
I clear the stage for one last time and look back with gentle pride.
The old Strat' fits my body better now,
I strike a chord and tremble with the sound.
Tones they bounce from tree to tower to hill.
If you close your eyes you'll hear them echo still..................
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Got What I Deserved
03:15
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I wanted to know how low I could go,
So I made plans to take revenge on them all.
I picked the easy prey, I picked the fateful day,
I made them fall for me by filtering the darkness from my soul.
And then when they cried, did i feel like a man?
Revenge, surrogate, scapegoat suffering.
I lied with my kiss. I took all they would give,
But I paid it all back, method acting through the nights.
Oh those nights!
But in the morning light,
I got sick of the sight of my own reflection as it smiled.
3 AM and the shakes and terrors start,
Did I really need to break the sweetest heart?
Let me rest!
I got what I deserved. It saved me from myself.
I got what I deserved.
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Future Regrets
05:39
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Now I'm standing on another first step.
Wondering which future regrets I will chose.
Solve the riddle this time.
And every time the sights invite but poisoned by the night I back away.
Future regrets with every choice,
When freedom speaks there are barbs in it's voice
Too much choice is a pressure indeed.
I'm tortured by what might have been.
Future regrets with every choice,
When freedom speaks there are barbs in it's voice.
I'm tortured by what might have been if we walked a different path.
Lover, I tried to make myself an island.
And I asked for patience,
And then you tried to drain the seas to bring us close and step across to me.
I didn't know how long I'd take to heal.
The chance went now I'm back at the start again.
You sold our love for time.
And still I walk the road with everything I need but nothing that I want.
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4. |
My Name Is Hope
05:03
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5. |
Space Invader
05:53
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6. |
I Dare You
05:28
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A little powder, not too much, I'm in control.
A little spilt? Well I've just been paid and I can play at decadence.
I'm creative.
I like rearranging faces and the furniture that you gave me (In exchange for my sanity) looks better smashed to the ground.
Come and join the fun. I dare you not to run.
Come see what you've done, done to me.
Your little slave is free. You have my sympathy.
You have lost control and you've lost me.
And no one will find me again.
The deformed phoenix rises from the ashes,
it's DNA is twisted as it dives headlong towards a new fire.
The faux-Persian rug now in blood red, my blood or his?
I don't know it could be, could be Shiraz or something.
There's a canvas painted by my hand and not my mind.
God knows what it's supposed to be but it's on fire.
Come and join the fun. I dare you not to run.
Come see what you've done, done to me.
Your little slave is free. You have my sympathy.
You have lost control and you've lost me.
And no one will find me again.
I'm lost on the wind for all time.
Smashed glass gashes my painted feel.
Burnt kettle element cracks and fizzes, signalling a failed attempt at sanity and normality.
There're too many minds living in my head.
A man bleeding on the floor and a girl unconscious in my bed.
We all need nights like these, don't we? DON'T WE?
Come and join the fun. I dare you not to run.
Come see what you've done, done to me.
Your little slave is free. You have my sympathy.
You have lost control and you've lost me.
And no one will find me again.
I'm lost on the wind for all time.
I'm flying where I am forbidden to fly.
I'm going to go down it flames.
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7. |
Come Alive
03:52
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8. |
Bowie's Children
03:49
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Barney Byron Northampton, UK
Welcome! Here you'll find my latest self-recorded albums.
Stylistically, it's all over the place. What starts off as
one thing often ends up as another. It's all about the songs that I seem to spend my life chasing. They occupy my mind for a while, I record them and move onto the next one. I'm hugely self conscious about them but here they are, for the world to hear if it would like to listen.
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