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The Cedar Tree
03:26
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There once was a maiden fair
Who had a baby
The father was on welfare
They said he was crazy
Then one day she disappeared
No-one knew where
Working a street near here
She vanished into the air
The neighbours searched through the night
To help that poor family
But they did not find
What lay beneath the cedar tree
Weeks past with no sign
Of mother or daughter
The whole town was resigned
They no longer sought her
No vigils by candle light
Road side flowers had rotten
A story that made headlines
Was all but forgotten
Until suddenly she returned
To fanfare and celebrity
The townsfolk had yet to learn
What lay beneath the cedar tree
Her daughter was missing still
A puzzle that could not be solved
Eventually the family agreed
To get the police involved
Reluctantly they gave the location
Of where she'd be staying
They said they had now seen through
The games she'd been playing
So she took them to the place
Where she last saw her baby
A hundred bodies they found
Buried beneath the cedar tree
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In a worn armchair
He plays solitaire to pass the time
And sits and stares
Through the care home blinds
Now and again
His children spend a little while
And he just smiles and says "don’t cry"
There but for the grace of God go I
In a hospital bed
She lowers her head and tries to sleep
But through the ward
A young girl weeps
A nurse comes in
With a morphine drip and syringe
And as the poor girl slips away she sighs
There but for the grace of God go I
In a shop doorway
He asks for change from people there
But they don’t see him
Or don’t care
Until a boy
Bugs his mum for some coins
And reads aloud the cardboard sign
There but for the grace of God go I
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On Borrowed Time
02:38
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As the clocktower bells strike twelve
In a flooded coastal town
A few survivors gaze beyond the swells
Where deserted liners drown
The last commanders in castles high
Watch as ink black oceans burn
No matter what you pay the price
If you live but never learn
And love is ours for the giving
I’m sure you’ll agree it’s fine
Even if we’re on borrowed time
Cities blaze in the seething sun
As deserts freeze and rivers choke
A thousand rabid dogs on the run
Ten thousand trees go up in smoke
Orphaned children beg in the street
Where all is burnt and turned to soot
Scared and frail on hot concrete
They perish in their rags barefoot
And love is ours for the giving
I’m sure you’ll agree it’s fine
Even if we’re on borrowed time
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There goes that boy with his Moleskin
Always so preoccupied
Other peoples grief alludes his brief
As he writes yet another tortured line
He weeps for himself so gently
In his bedsit by candlelight
As he plucks his guitar and your heartstrings
Oh, the poet must not avert his eyes
And outside the city burns brightly
While he fiddles with his pen and decides
If he’ll take another day to finish his play
Or play the Half Moon tonight
Where the audience refuses to listen
No matter how hard he tries
He’ll never be more than a coffee shop bore
Oh, the poet must not avert his eyes
Someone somewhere is told they’re dying
But for him it would be a nice surprise
He could use this news as fuel for his muse
For he knows precious little about life
And he writes songs lamenting his lost childhood
But he’s a child in most people’s minds
His poetry they can’t take seriously
Oh, the poet must not avert his eyes
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Ode To A Nobody
03:50
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In the distance a police siren wails
His eyes linger on her finger nails
Peeling in the evening sun
Oh, what have you done
He once was a sweet baby child
With Cherry Coke eyes and a candy cane smile
But his parents lives were a mess
And they couldn’t care less
When he was five he was hospitalised
With three cracked ribs and two black eyes
They said it was lucky that he made it through
Oh, if only they knew
He took his first life when he was fifteen
With a Swiss Army knife he ruptured the spleen
Of a rough-sleeping junky and left them for dead
How the sewers ran red
Now at the age of twenty-three
He’s ruined the lives of another family
Snatched their daughter and snapped her neck
And he stole her last breath
They found her body naked and pale
Sentenced him to a lifetime in jail
But he decided to end it himself
And died alone in that cell
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Jay Fynn UK
Lo-Fi Indie Folk Singer Songwriter
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