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Fire in my Head
03:33
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Fire in my Head
When I wander, when I journey
To new lands across the sea
Leaving that which I did love
and was a part of me
I bid farewell to home and house
Every branch on every tree
Father, mother, flower and grass
To sail across the sea
There’s a fire in my head, fire to be free
Fire in my heart, fire to be free
The sail is set, the wind is fair
Rudder waiting for my hand
On my boat a secret hope
To reach the promised land
The warm, west wind will blow my boat
Across the silver sea
Finding new lands where I go
Searching to be free
I take leave of all the pain,
That I know has filled my cup
I am no child, not anymore
And now it’s time to start
A little while will pass
A sighing of the breeze
Then my traces in the sand
Will be but memory
Now the cliffs are fading
To my tired and ageing eyes
Mists wills soon engulf me
Severing all ties
Dangers I will master
Troubles I will sooth
For now I’m on my journey
Sailing true to course
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2. |
Malikalo
02:52
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3. |
Troubadour
05:16
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Troubadour
No room at the inn, no place on the stage
No space on the street, born to another age
I’ve cut off all ties, severed all bonds
The joker in the pack has come to your home
I’d buy myself a suit, if there was one that would fit
I’d bite upon the hook, if I were a fish
It’s said in the stars, you‘ve your own cross to bear
The joker in the pack, he will fit anywhere
I am the Troubadour, travelled wide
That which I have seen and heard
I will sing to you in my gentle song
I’m the Troubadour, I’ve come to your home
Like a thief in the night, like a bandit on the plain
Collect one day’s loot, tomorrow start again
At the end of the day, there’s silver and gold
The joker in the pack, he will say „thank you Lord“
I am the Troubadour, travelled wide
That which I have seen and heard
I’ll sing to you in my gentle song
I’m the Troubadour, I’ve come to your home
The cherry from the tree will fall to the earth
Some will shrivel up, another give birth
Somehow, all will fit into a greater plan
I’m the Troubadour, I am your man
I can see your face, I can touch your lips
You can move my soul in this summer’s heat
A master to the rich, a servant to the poor
The joker in the pack, he will love one and all
I am the Troubadour, travelled wide
That which I have seen and heard
I’ll sing to you in my gentle song
I’m the Troubadour, I’ve come to your home
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4. |
In the Beginning
07:23
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5. |
Oil and Water
03:49
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Oil And Water
Driving along a wooded road
Sun-roof is open, not a care in the world
What could it be? I thought now
What are these lights? I thought now
What have I seen? It gave me quite a fright
The lights were showing danger,
Of that there was no doubt
I could smell the burning, I could feel the heat
I put my foot on the break
Bring oil and water for my healing
Oil and water for my strength
Oil and water, stop this bleeding
Oil and water, not too late
What could it be?
My car is not so old
I thought, only this morning
Wow, you're sounding good
What could it be?
Almost fresh from the works
Still under guarantee
With the best of looks
It slowly comes to my mind
Maybe I don't take care
I reach for the phone and I call for help
I hope someone is there
Woke up this morning
I had a bad dream
I thought my car had broken down
Not as bad as it seems
Told it to the therapist
I thought she'd have a laugh
She looked at me with steady eyes
She said, “you are that car
You're burning the candle at both ends
You're running out of steam
Take heed of the warnings that you've heard
And trust in your dreams”
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Mystery
02:49
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Mystery
I haven’t seen the Tajmahal gleaming in the moon-light
I’ve seen the splendour of the moon many times at night
Burning fat and rich at the harvest time
I sat on the terrace and sipped good wine
Hard times are coming, they’re coming round the corner
They’re coming to the bishop, they’re coming to the pauper
They took the lot, all that they could hoard
The traders and the summoners, whores and the lords
Mystery of this world
Children, tears and many moods
Living and loving and dancing and dreaming
For a better world
Someone said to me
«Have you any money saved?»
Yes, a bag of gold for a rainy day!
A lot to a beggar, okay for a priest
A joke to a rich man finished his feast
I’ve hardly got a shilling
I do not give a damn
I have got a lady who can understand
We stood upon the hill
Promising our love
We looked into the sky
And thanked the God above
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7. |
Cry
04:26
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8. |
Sweet Music
03:58
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9. |
Wilderness
03:08
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Wilderness
With open hands and an open heart
I went to God one day
To hear his wisdom and to hear his voice
To hear what he would say
Leave your home and leave your land
Search for truth and understanding
In the desert, on the ice and in the wilderness
I was tired and I was ill
And I had need of sleep
I closed my eyes and I layed me down
And then I dream my dream
Shiny, white and far away
The city I will reach one day
In the desert, on the ice and in the wilderness
Through many tunnels I was blind
To see the light of day
I journeyed over many mountains
I sailed on many seas
I am a boat and you will steer me
Hear my calling please hear me
In the desert, on the ice and in the wilderness
I‘m searching for loneliness, in the desert, on the ice
I’m searching for solitude and grace
I looked up, the moon was full
The sun will shine by day
They will show me where to go
And guide me on my way
Shiny, white and far away, the city I will reach one day
In the desert, on the ice and in the wilderness
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10. |
When you move to love me
03:32
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11. |
Small Seed
03:24
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12. |
Adam & Eve
06:54
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Julia & Chris Simmance Aix En Provence, France
Dear Music-Friends,
We are happy to tell you, that we are out there again, on the streets of South of
France !
Hopefully rather sooner than later we will also add some new recordings on our site here.
Greetings and till then,
Julia and Chris
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