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The Beginnings of Edward Mckilroy

by Fergusson Elliott

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The Roamer 05:59
The Roamer. (In Celebration of life on the road) We sing the same old tragic songs, And believe in a life we've never known, The sounds of travelling folk are heard, Deep in this roaming soul of mine. Well the bills they be mounting up again, While the drink it becomes my bosom friend, The government says you can't escape the toil, They can't abide a roaming boy. Well it sings to me the open road and all its glories, A thousand nights in every town a million stories, By day a different scene unveils majestic hills and vales, This stunning land that feeds my roaming soul. You say a house is everything, A sexy car and a holiday in spring, A loving wife and kids to hold my hand, Forget the roaming in my mind. Then you see all our friends next-door, You watch them fight and tear their lives once more, While their kids are taking everything, It's just the cost of plugging in. Well it sings to me the open road and all its glories, A thousand nights in every town a million stories, By day a different scene unveils majestic hills and vales, This stunning land. And then these faces come the many lovers I've known, Questioning my mind ridicule my soul, This stunning land. Well it sings to me the open road and all its glories, A thousand nights in every town a million stories, By day a different scene unveils majestic hills and vales, This stunning land that feeds my roaming soul...
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Fallen Women 04:56
Fallen Women. (A song for all the hard-working lasses) Let me sing you a song boys all in the praise of Fallen Women, Touching on the delights its been too long since anyone has, Take a stroll to the docks boys that leads to the door of Fallen Women, Armed with the colours of wine scenes of the gods for a handful of coin. Now don't be coy don't be shy and not too quick. Feel once again like a man true wrapped in the arms of a Fallen Woman, Soothing away all your cares that went tumbling down with your clothes, And soon every night that you're gone boys far from the charms of Fallen Women, Are turning frigid and cold too many miles to get to the door. Now don't be coy don't be shy and not too quick. Here comes Suzie, she pleasures truly, she's a real Spanish beauty, Never mind the missus (it's just a bit of business). There's many a voice that will tell you there's nothing but sin in a Fallen Woman, Their smiles and their thighs are but lies only a fool would part with his coin, But if we drink from this song boys deep in the glass of Fallen Women, I doubt if you'll ever be cold let alone drunk with the wife at home. Now don't be coy, don't be shy and not too quick. Here comes Suzie, she pleasures truly, she's a real Spanish beauty, Never mind the missus (it's just a bit of business). And one day I'll go home again, To face the bitter cold of a single bed alone, But Suzie she'll whisper to me, I've found another coin let's have another go! Spanish girls are always right, they keep the lads so warm tonight, With just a few coins left in my pocket, what shall I have, what shall I have...?
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The Lovely Lass from Stowe. (A love/murder ballad) Send for the men send for the irons, Cos I've done a bad thing, Here in my hands stained with her pretty blood, Lies a silver dagger, She said that she'd be mine all mine, The Lovely Lass from Stowe, But in less than a day she'd taken to her bed oh another. Now I wouldn't have struck, But for the face of this other, For there in her arms not just a pretty boy a bonnie lad, But my brother, She said that she'd be mine all mine, The Lovely Lass from Stowe. She's so cold, To find that all her words, Were like the summer sun, That brings to life then burns so sure. It won't be long now, it won't be long now. Don't spare a tear, Not even one for my error, I've left her a-bed, Taking a kiss a single kiss from my lover, She said that she'd be mine all mine, This Lovely Lass from Stowe. She's so cold, To find that all her words, Were like the summer sun, That brings to life then burns so sure so sure. Send for men and send for irons, For I have closed for all of time, The eyes of one my sweet precious girl, Take me to the gallows bold, String me high and leave me cold for crows to feed, This shattered soul...
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The Captain's Song. (A song for all the brave souls who risked all to make a better life over the seas) The Captain's got our best interests for sure, The lives of all of us passengers are pure, We said goodbye to families and friends, To dance the devil over the waters again, The rats and lice are nothing to us now, The hope of heroes glistens on our brows, The vitals are bad and the drink is sadly dear, But we'll dance the devil over the waters again, To build our dreams and then. So fill up your glass, And drink to all the lovers that you've had, And raise up your voice, Sing to all the girls you're yet to know. Nine months is much more than man can bare, The Captain he's the bastard that led us here, We should have stayed and earned that trade I fear, But we'll dance the devil over the waters again, To build our dreams and then. So fill up your glass, Drink to all the lovers that you've had, And raise up your voice, Sing to all the girls you're yet to know. I should have known, Nothing comes from dancing a devil home. So fill up your glass, Drink to all the lovers that you've had, And raise up your voice, Sing to all the girls you're yet to know. And we'll dance a devil home, a devil back home, A devil back home, she's a devil back home. After nine long months, the merry widow was sunk, Sunk but five miles of the coast of Australia, With all hands lost and not a single soul was saved...
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Kept 04:56
Kept. I'm Kept within these walls as silent as a promise, That's dragged from lovers cold, And nestled in her fine dress, We count the lives we've held, As one by one we drink to the arms we've left. I could have been a god if only they existed, A conqueror of old that's kind to the defeated, But Kept within these walls with songs that love to drink, To the battles lost. So we steal time from, Every wishing bottle gone, But time says it's only a lend, The break that never mends. I'm Kept within these sands that fall between your fingers, The seconds in the glass that peacefully remember, The moment in your eyes, That promise more than days of troubled skies. So we steal time from every wishing bottle gone, But time says it's only a lend, The break that never mends. I'm Kept within these walls as silent as the empties, That rest upon the floor and rest is over-rated, The mysteries they held, have long ago been plucked, And swallowed whole...
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She Belongs to you. (A song for the ones that we can't have.) Drinking is a way to forget all of your dreams, We pack them in ice you know to keep them pristine, We dance till we fall once again public or not, The shame is a small price to pay and I'll carry the lot. She Belongs to you she belongs to me, She Belongs to you once again. The bottle decides how this all ends, These faces all bleed into one as darkness descends, Now I wouldn't sit drinking alone back on the floor, If somehow these stories we told were never so poor. She Belongs to you she belongs to me, She Belongs to you once again. It's just like before. We dance till we fall once again public or not, The light in her eyes it's a lie but it's all that we got, So let's have a toast and a song and I'll drink you to bed, I'll drink you back into my arms before this night's dead, She belongs to you she belongs to me, She belongs to you once again...
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The Business Side. Of all of the devils that take delight in twisting us, By far the worst of them is pretty enough to make us trust, It's not the hips in motion that keep me here sedate, It's not the lips of ocean that leave me in their wake. The years are nothing more than a map to grid the kills, Each subsequent candidate is just enough to keep her thrilled, It's not the hips in motion that keeps me here sedate, It's not the lips of ocean that lie. So sell your lover to keep another, The Business Side is tearing me apart, We cheat our brothers to hide the other, Face we keep for promises and tarts. Tales of the ocean deep are littered with the wrecks, The foolish and pitiful are trying hard to steal my rest, It's not the hips in motion that keeps me here sedate, It's not the lips of ocean that lie, lie. So sell your lover to keep another, The Business Side is tearing me apart, We cheat our brothers to hide the other, Face we keep for promises and tarts...
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This One 03:54
This one You dance to the left watching yourself watching her eyes, For signs of defeat when victory's sweet and better than gold, She leans to the right catching her breath catching your soul, We talk of desire but both of us know this contract's sold. So what me about This One, Does she take you to worlds you've never known, So tell me about This One, Can she swim through the lies, The sharks and the ghosts of old love. We use all of the tests paper and blood to come to a choice, To step out of the warmth and into the frost of her arms alone, I should cut through this dance stealing this girl stealing her charms, And drink deeply with those who carry the scars these lovers she's known. So what me about This One, Does she take you to worlds you've never known, So tell me about This One, Can she swim through the lies, The sharks and the ghosts of old love. These battles that claim us, They rarely serve us well. You dance to the left watching yourself watching her eyes, For signs of defeat when victory's sweet and better than gold...

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recorded in Bathford, UK, all instruments by me, album includes the romping tune - Chasing the Filly, the murder ballad - The Lovely Lass from Stowe and Robert Palmer's - Johnny and Mary.

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released January 1, 2013

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