A Bit More Better Productions's listening history
A dramatisation of events from school.. hope 'Shaun' never hears this, and if he does, that he likes it in someway, and that things turned out alright in the end..
It was always rainin.
It filled him up
It summed it up
So perfectly
How nothing…
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I had myself a séance, with shakespears players, brought some sooth sayers,
Scribbled what they said with crayons
Ohh, got me nowhere
And so I called Steven Fry up, and put him in a line up
Oscar Wilde, Wittengenstein, Einstein I need to aim…
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RPM 2011 number 2. Inspired by an ex-friend of mine who had the most dazzling rose tinted glasses. Always used to envy the simplicity of his view and how nothing could ever get to him (everything gets to me).. since i knew him I know a lot of…
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A folksy number inspired by the stories my nan told me many moons ago about her uncle Herbie..
Herein lies the story, of a man named Herbie Jones.
Not a million miles away from a man you might have known.
A miner in the twenties, blue scars…
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It aint like no ones done this before
But how can you tire of beautiful chords
In the fifties
In Tenessee
Where my love
was born
Two young men upped and
crossed the yard
both cold cos it was rainin hard.
One of them turned said…
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A folksy number inspired by the stories my nan told me many moons ago about her uncle Herbie..
Herein lies the story, of a man named Herbie Jones.
Not a million miles away from a man you might have known.
A miner in the twenties, blue scars…
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I heard a story about you
I didnt want it to be true
But it felt like it might
You, well it was all about you
and how the things that you do
Seem strangely undone
And life doesnt help out the weak
A lifetime tends to bring you some…
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It aint like no ones done this before
But how can you tire of beautiful chords
In the fifties
In Tenessee
Where my love
was born
Two young men upped and
crossed the yard
both cold cos it was rainin hard.
One of them turned said…
Uploaded
It aint like no ones done this before
But how can you tire of beautiful chords
In the fifties
In Tenessee
Where my love
was born
Two young men upped and
crossed the yard
both cold cos it was rainin hard.
One of them turned said…
Uploaded
Its an old one. Written about 12 years ago. Its about a girl, and how I felt I was better for having known her even once she wasn't around any longer
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