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River Song
03:02
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River Song
by Leigh A Latham (from the EP Confession)
Yeh I'm looking out of my window
I see the river flowing to the sea
The boats and the ships that sail by
Well I wonder if they’ll take me?
The river’s deep and the river’s wide
It’s fast and dark with an evil tide
And the jumpers from bridge don’t swim they sink
They're lost forever in cold brown stink
Chorus
The rivers flowing to the cold North Sea
Get myself up to Oslo and then on to Germany
River take me away with you
Out to the sea to see someplace new
So I grabbed my coat and jumped on a boat
To see what I could see
I got cold, sick and pale
There was a mighty gale
It’s angry that North Sea
When I get to dry land I'll get me some sand
Gonna hold it tight in my life lived hand
I'll drink some whisky and I drink some beer
I'll send you postcard saying "wish you weren't here"
Chorus
The rivers flowing to the cold North Sea
Get myself up to Oslo and then on to Germany
River take me away with you
Out to the sea to see someplace new.
River washes over you
So wash over me and make me someone new
Now I am not going where no man has been before
But the river showed me that life's an open door...
Final Chorus
River take me away with you
Show what I'd have missed if I'd flew
River wash over me
Cleanse my spirit River set me free
River take me away with you
Out to the sea to see someplace new
River washes over you
So wash over me and make me someone new
I want to be like you
Someone like you
I want to be like you
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2. |
OSOID
05:41
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O.S.O.I.D.
by Leigh Anthony Latham (from the EP Confession)
I'll get you to the railway station in plenty of time
I'd hate to miss my train
I'll get you to the airport at lunchtime
To catch our night flight to Spain
If something can go wrong you know that it will
Life's like going uphill on a terrifying treadmill
Chorus
But what if the moon falls out of the sky
And what if I only see one magpie
Why can't this brain of mine slow down
I'm in cold, dirty water
I think going to drown
I'm going down
Just get a grip of it
Just let it slip a bit
Your face would fill the room
But it's my overwhelming sense of impending doom
O.S.O.I.D (that's me)
I get a knot in my gut when i get a brown envelope through my door
You know the one that says HMRC
These are all the little things that I try so hard to ignore
Because you know they're after me
They're after me
I don't really know what is the answer
And I just read that half of us here are going to get cancer
Chorus
But what if the moon falls out of the sky
And what if I only see one magpie
Why can't this brain of mine slow down
I'm in cold, dirty water
I think going to drown
I'm going down
Just get a grip of it
Just let it slip a bit
Your face would fill the room
But it's my overwhelming sense of impending doom
O.S.O.I.D (that's me)
Maybe I should take up drinking or experiment with chemicals
Or try and find my inner karma
Maybe I should let it out and shout and get hysterical
Maybe singing a couple of songs will make me calmer
Because something could go wrong and it did you know
And everyday life and laughter denies the undertow
Chorus
But what if the moon falls out of the sky
And what if I only see one magpie
Why can't this brain of mine slow down
I'm in cold, dirty water
I think going to drown
But what if the moon falls out of the sky
And what if I only see one magpie
Why can't this brain of mine slow down
I'm in cold, dirty water
I think going to drown
I'm going down
Just get a grip of it
Just let it slip a bit
Your face would fill the room
But it's my overwhelming sense of impending doom
O.S.O.I.D (that's me)
Just get a grip of it
Just let it slip a bit
Your face would fill the room
But it's my overwhelming sense of impending doom
O.S.O.I.D (that's me)
I've got an overwhelming sense of impending doom
O.S.O.I.D
I've got an overwhelming sense of impending doom
O.S.O.I.D
O.S.O.I.D (that's me)
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3. |
Stupid
05:42
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Stupid
by Leigh Anthony Latham (from the Confession EP)
You made me out of clay
Breathed life into me
Teacher
And do you rue the day
When I won't obey
Foolish creature
Words go in my ear
Words I cannot hear
It's hard to go to school
When Miss thinks that you are a fool
Chorus
When you're eight years old you do as you're told
With a look and a scold you are controlled
And you'd better be cute all you'll be down the chute
You'll be bottom of the class with your NHS glasses
You really are not well suited
You shouldn't have been recruited
So Miss
Don't call me stupid
You can't even kick a ball
Cag handed scribbly scrawl
some kind of retard
She laughs at the bully's jokes
And at playtime she smokes
Leaves you scarred
You can only criticise
Cannot see the light behind those eyes
You don't notice how he tries
Filling his head up with your lies.
Chorus
When you're eight years old you do as you're told
With a look and a scold you are controlled
And you'd better be cute all you'll be down the chute
You'll be bottom of the class with your NHS glasses
You really are not well suited
You shouldn't have been recruited
So Miss
Don't call me stupid
So you lived your life scholastic
You're plastic and sarcastic
Teacher
And today's lessons topic
To write your sad biopic
You cheater
Over small children you rule
You sanctimonious old fool
And you were so cruel
But it's you that's never left school
Chorus
When you're eight years old you do as you're told
With a look and a scold you are controlled
And you'd better be cute all you'll be down the chute
You'll be bottom of the class with your NHS glasses
You really are not well suited
You shouldn't have been recruited
Young minds that you polluted
Pupils you persecuted
Little voices that were muted
Out of school I'd have you booted
Because Miss
You're the one that's stupid
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Forty Mile An Hour Couch Potato
by Leigh Anthony Latham (from the Confession EP)
You came to us when you were five years old
At first you didn't do as your told
It took you a while to settle in
You'd had to sleep on a concrete floor
And that had made your skinny arse sore
We called Harry the has-been
When you slept I think you dreamed of what you'd known
Of Irish meadows in that place you used to call home
chorus
I miss you
I still do
And I never wanted you at all.
How fast could you go?
As fast as a tornado
Our 40mph couch potato
40mph couch potato
40mph couch potato
40mph couch potato
And boy did you like to slouch
You stole my place on our couch
You'd retired now you were lazy.
And when we let you off your leash
We nearly lost you on Filey beach
It all got at bit too crazy.
When you slept I think you dreamed of what you'd known
I hope you felt the love that you were shown
I miss you
I still do
And I never wanted you at all.
How fast could you go?
As fast as a tornado
Our 40mph couch potato
40mph couch potato
40mph couch potato
40mph couch potato
You were Santa's Little Helper and I was Homer
I watched getting frail and older
If I'm honest that made me weep
I can still remember the look in your eyes
And think you were ready to die
I held as you fell asleep
And now you sleep forever no more races run
I loved you boy and that can't be undone
I miss you
I still do
And I never wanted you at all.
How fast could you go?
As fast as a tornado
Our 40mph
Our 40mph
Our 40mp couch potato
You're my couch potato
You're my couch potato
Our 40mph couch potato
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Leigh Anthony Hull, UK
Leigh Anthony is a multi-instrumentalist and songwriter based in East Yorkshire, UK. He sings and plays guitar, banjo, ukulele and mandolin.Born in the West Midlands, Leigh moved to Hull in the early ’90s.Leigh's songwriting is informed by his social conscience and experiences of life, work and fatherhood. ... more
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