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Glory Bound
03:26
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Glory Bound
We are marching into battle to the beating of a drum
for the trigger happy generals ‘til their dirty work is done
Glory bound, glory bound, I can hear the whistle blowing to lead me glory bound
All the bullets and the bombs that we have planted in this field
In the vain hope that tomorrow maybe flowers we could yield
Glory bound, glory bound, I can see my ship is sailing to leave me glory bound
We are bound we are bound by a notion that redemption can be carried with a gun
We are bound we are bound in an ocean of indifference we are death or glory bound
We are bound we are bound, I can hear the angels singing to greet me glory bound
You can decorate with medals you can drape us in your flags
You can leave us here to rot down to our buckles and our tags
Glory bound glory bound, I can see the sun is rising to lead me glory bound
We are bound we are bound by a burning sense of duty come whatever sacrifice
We are bound we are bound as we dare to make a difference we are death or glory bound
We are bound glory bound as we dare to make a difference we are death or glory bound
Written by PAUL HANDYSIDE
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Carnival Girl
04:40
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Carnival Girl
Forever she swims in the pools of my mind, something I cannot forget
From the trapeze she arced in the night no harness and no safety net
Enchanting the crowd with her grace and her guile, stopped in my tracks by a strawberry smile
The frame of her face was a black satin curl, when I fell for the carnival girl
She blindfolded me in an old caravan and taught me to open my eyes
Beneath the stars watched the campfires burn until morning we said our goodbyes
Night after night I came to the show but she’d just stared through me and tell me to go
You ignore at your peril her wrath to unfurl when you mess with a carnival girl
But I have tried to get over the pain, tried to recover the reins
Autumn blew winter, winter drew spring, pray for the summer and what it might bring
You can lose track of time when you’re watching her twirl when you’re in love with a carnival girl
But sometimes when she’s lonely she’ll still let me in but ask me to sleep on the floor
Her looks have been fading and her body is weak, she says she can’t swing like before
Maybe stop travelling with all its excess, if she’d settle down she could settle for less
And hang up that dress laced with mother of pearl and stop being the carnival girl
And stop being the carnival girl, and start being my own carnival girl
Written by PAUL HANDYSIDE
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He Loves Her Now
04:48
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He Loves Her Now
He was a dreamer, where grasses were greener, when times they got leaner he never stopped
He didn’t know it then but he was happy when she folded his clothes and sweetened his tea
She said this house is subsiding, our lives are sliding you better stop hiding and pick up your shoes
But he loves her now he loves her now but what did it take? He loves her
He took a last chance in his idea of romancing, but as they were dancing they were drifting apart
And crossing the ferry she cast a Hail Mary and threw in her door key to sink like a stone
But he loves her now he loves her now but what did it take? He loves her now
What did it take? What did it take?
Morning had broken I guess she wasn’t joking and suddenly awoken to what he’d become
He recalled how she blew him, sent shivers right through him, he thought that she knew him and his difficult ways
But he loves her now he loves her now but what did it take? He loves her now
Written by PAUL HANDYSIDE
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Precious and Rare
03:29
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Precious And Rare
These dusty streets are bright and cheap, our pockets picked of life’s beliefs
and if we find something to share, treat it as if precious and rare
I can’t believe I’d found a gem or that good luck would call again
and I would say a lover’s prayer, that you would stay precious and rare
And if you said our time had come, I would obey and pledge upon
Each every wish and word you’d say, until they’d fade away
And if we find a deep despair, treat it as if precious and rare
I should have seen it in your eyes, I was too slow to realise
That beauty lay upon your skin, but not within
I sleep in sheets of bitter rage as time tears up another page
Awake alone and tears were there, I watched them fall precious and rare
But fools like me are going spare, we’ll never be precious and rare
Written by PAUL HANDYSIDE
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When The Good Times Roll Again
We are bathing in blood, sweat and mud, as we comfort and cradle our guns
Some are crying to be taken home, they’re too young to far from their mums
Between mortar and snatches of sleep, I was dreaming of where I came from
They were planning a heroes return I was saying goodbye to the Somme
When the good times roll again, let the good times roll again
We’ll share a beer and shed a tear, let the good times roll again
Now I’m trying to write you a note and I’m hoping it won’t be my last
They are sending us into the ranks of the huddled and jumbled and gassed
And my best friend is coughing up lungs but he says he is soon to be free
And when I get back to The Plough, son won’t you sink one for me
When the good times roll again, let the good times roll again
I won’t be there but don’t despair, let the good times roll again
I recalled the look on your face the day they took us to war
And promised you that I’d return to see the son that you bore
Don’t spend your lives feeling sorry nor guilty to utter my name,
For no matter how hard Hell is calling the good times roll by just the same
I’ve decided I cannot go on and court martialed refusing to fight
Now a blindfold and last cigarette and a bullet await at first light
When the good times roll again, let the good times roll again
I’ll feel no same when they take aim, let the good times roll again
Let the good times roll again, we held a line that’s lost in time, let the good times roll again
Let the good times roll again boys, so raise your glasses salute the masses,
let the good times roll again
Written by PAUL HANDYSIDE
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Man Overboard
03:49
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Man Overboard
We rigged up the mast and doubled our task and trusted our compass to bear
From Dogger to Tyne we harvest and mine, taking the bait from the snare
No time to gauze our saltwater sores hoping the blisters would dry
We cast out our nets to cast off our debts, drag them aboard was the cry
We lowered the sail and toiled to our fail as the wind did with us what she could
We leaned in a storm watched the heavens perform in a lashing of canvas and wood
When she was calm we raised the alarm, the darkness gave no reply
Or brothers were gone to thy kingdom come, man overboard was the cry, man overboard
God bless their souls but nothing consoles heavier hearts than the sky
We failed in our quest to lay them to rest, steer her for home was the cry
Back on the land they furrowed the sand, clutching at hope midst their fears
Mothers and wives gathered their lives in bundles of linen and tears
A stone was engraved for all that they braved, reward that is empty and dry
Give us our bread deliver our dead, man overboard was the cry, man over board was the cry
Written by PAUL HANDYSIDE
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Love Lies Elsewhere
03:38
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Love Lies Elsewhere
It’s not in her face it’s not in the place you though it was
It’s not where you’ve been, or in someone you’ve seen walk away from you and leave with no doubt
And it’s true all you know is wrong that you though all along the way is coming to bear
And it’s true, when the light appears and banishes your fears away only to fade
as hard as you stare, love lies elsewhere
It’s not in the streets or in black satin sheets that you lay at night
It’s not though the door to drunken dance floor that you’re going to find just what you need
And it’s true all the dirty lies and how you recognise today love from despair
And it’s true what you leave behind and how you try to find a way has left you upon
a wing and a prayer, love lies elsewhere
Maybe written on an empty page or acted out upon a foreign stage that will haunt you for the rest of your life
Maybe it’s right there below your feet or tangled in a web of fine deceit, maybe somewhere,
maybe somewhere
And it’s true all you try to hide and what you find inside to say is just not enough
And it’s true your heart has lost its head and left you on a bed of nails it just goes to show,
Just when you think you are there, love lies elsewhere, maybe somewhere,
maybe somewhere
Written by PAUL HANDYSIDE
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Still Time Away
03:23
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Still Time Away
Maybe tomorrow you will find another place another mind and set in motion to erase these lonely ways
Maybe some time is all you’ll need for you to go somewhere and bleed and take the thorn out of your side and make that stride
But still there’s no denying the truth in the tears you’re crying now
And any chance to save the day is still time away
And if the sun refused to set, there’s something left for us here yet, to air the traces of the past and escape at last
Out of the darkness into the light, maybe you’ll heal somewhere tonight, there’s still some heaven here to find, there’s still some heaven here to find
Written by PAUL HANDYSIDE
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Passing Through
03:27
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Passing Through
Cold is the dawning, mourners are mourning, as sands slip through our praying hands
Life holds no answers for players or dancers, we move along we’re just a song
And wounds won’t heal however we beg or steal, we know it’s true we’re only passing through
And while we’re here don’t shed a tear just
raise every rafter, tears can come after and just give thanks for who we’ve loved
Life makes no pauses for plumes on black horses, we’ll have our day then ride them away
And if we’ve seen some light in this loveless dream, we always knew we’re only passing through
Written by PAUL HANDYSIDE
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Rose of the Street
02:51
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Rose Of The Street
At the end of lovers lane hangs a figure in the shade, blowing kisses into cars on the evening parade
And there from dusk ‘til dawn she’ll pound the hardest beat the sun can’t come too soon for the rose of the street
Back home sheltered in the warm sleep her children safe and sound, free from all the cares and worries she has found
And for their loving smiles and shoes upon their feet she’ll take it in her stride as the rose of the street
But now there’s no escape and the road’s incomplete, caught between the cold and the hard concrete
When the night is through and her soul is almost spent, she knows she will return against all good intent
And though the avenues lead a circle of repeat, she’ll one day walk away from the rose of the street
But who would dare to walk this road so alone and you without a sin come and cast your stones
On the flowers that appear all around the twilight town, the bruises turn to blue the spiral takes you down
And when a life has left a trail of bittersweet, think before you curse the rose of the street
Written by PAUL HANDYSIDE
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Wayward Son
05:38
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Wayward Son
Forgive me father I have gambled and lost
all the fruits of your labour now I’m paying the cost
You always loved me not what I’ve become
I can’t help being your wayward son
Forgive me mother for I could not be there
Through your pain and your suffering I had elsewhere to care
You always held me when dark times would come
Then I repaid you like a wayward son
Like a wayward son, like a wayward son
Maybe there’s a day maybe there’s a way to come home
Once I had reason but now I have none
Just lame excuses of a wayward son
Forgive me Jesus I have cursed your sweet name
And befriended the devils of fortune, favour and fame
You always saw through the things I had done
And are set to receive one more wayward son
There ain’t no saving your wayward son
Written by PAUL HANDYSIDE
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Paul Handyside Newcastle Upon Tyne, UK
Paul Handyside is a folk and roots singer songwriter, formerly of eighties indie darlings Hurrah! whose songs now fuse pop with folk-tinged americana. The fourth album "Loveless Town" was released in 2021.
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