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Waterside
03:44
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WATERSIDE – Dminor (Am CAPO 5)
COME DOWN TO THE WATERSIDE
THERE’S STRANGERS ON THE SHORE
WE GAVE THEM LAND TO BUILD UPON
AND NOW THEY WANT SOME MORE
THEY SAY THEY WILL RESPECT US
BUT I BELIEVE THEY LIED
THERE WON’T BE ANY PLACE FOR US
DOWN BY THE WATERSIDE
COME DOWN TO THE WATERSIDE
THEY’VE LOCKED THE IRON GATE
THERE’S MEN WITH DOGS AND BOOTS AND CLUBS
AND EYEBALLS FULL OF HATE
WE’LL STAND IN SOLIDARITY
WE’LL RAISE OUR BANNERS HIGH
THERE WON’T BE ANY VICTORIES
DOWN BY THE WATERSIDE
COME DOWN TO THE WATERSIDE
THERE’S DEATH UPON ON THE SEA
THERE’S A SHIP ON THE HORIZON
AND IT’S FULL OF REFUGEES
THEY’RE RUNNING FROM THEIR COUNTRY
WHERE THERE’S NOWHERE LEFT TO HIDE
THERE WON’T BE ANY WELCOME MATS
DOWN BY THE WATERSIDE
COME DOWN TO THE WATERSIDE
THERE’S BEEN A CRASH AND DIN
THERE’S NO ONE LEFT TO SEE OR HEAR
THE WAVES COME ROLLING IN
IT’S JUST LIKE HIROSHIMA
AT THE PASSING OF THE TIDE
THERE WON’T BE MUCH LEFT STANDING
DOWN BY THE WATERSIDE
COME DOWN TO THE WATERSIDE
PACK SOME CLOTHES AND THINGS
MEET ME AT THE HARBOUR
WHERE THERE WAITS A BOAT WITH WINGS
TO TAKE US BACK ACROSS THE SEA
DON’T SAY WE DIDN’T TRY
THERE WON’T BE ANY SAD FAREWELLS
DOWN BY THE WATERSIDE.
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2. |
Light in my Eyes
04:08
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Light in My Eyes (Ian Macintosh)
[ch]
There’s fire on the mountain no water in the well
The air is fire and brimstone it ‘s a living breathing hell
There’s smoke across the city behind a red sunrise
And I woke up this morning with light in my eyes.
This world is getting hard to take it’s boring me to tears
Everyone is on the make pursuing their careers
Like the unexpected stranger it caught me by surprise
I woke up this morning with light in my eyes…
I left the corporation they finally cut me free
Freed from that situation I‘m doing as I please
Like the blindfold on the injured man that the gentle hand unties
I woke up this morning with light in my eyes.
Every dream that weighed me down I left along the road
But now I’ve turned my life around I’m bringing them back home
I’m bound for where all dreams come true and the foolish man is wise
I woke up this morning with light in my eyes.
I haven’t got no answers they are not mine to give
Don’t talk to me of dying I’m too busy trying to live
Don’t ask me any questions I won’t tell you no lies
I woke up this morning with light in my eyes.
I don’t know where I’m going but I’m glad I’m on my way
I got no work tomorrow but there’s work enough today
I feel liker bold Sir Galahad who glimpsed the final prize
Well I walked out this morning with light in my eyes.
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Johnny Faa (Ian Macintosh)
HAVE YOU HEARD OLD JOHNNY FAA, KNOCKING LOUDLY AT THE DOOR?
“HAVE YOU GOT A COIN TO SPA’?” SAYS JOHNNY FAA.
JOHNNY FAA’S BEEN HERE AN’ THERE, ‘CHORING’ PURSES AT THE FAIR
“JOHNNY FAA HE DOESNAE CARE!” SAYS JOHNNY FAA.
AMINOR7TH SHAPE SECOND FRET.
JOHNNY WALKS THE MOUNTAIN SIDE, LOOKING FOR ANOTHER BRIDE
HE HAS THIRTY BAIRNS BESIDES, HAS JOHNNY FAA.
JOHNNY FAA HAS THE SECOND SIGHT, HE CAN GIVE THE EVIL EYE
JOHNNY READS THE STARS AT NIGHT, SAYS JOHNNY FAA.
JOHNNY FAA HANGS FROM A TREE, SEE HIM DANGLE PRETTILY
NO OTHER CARE HAS HE… JOHNNY FAA.
JOHNNY FAA, WON’T GO TO SEA, “I LIKE THE HARD ROAD UNDER ME”
“I HAVE NO LOVE OF SHIPS” SAYS HE, SAYSJOHNNY FAA.
JOHNNY FAA WILL NOT GO AWA, CURSED O DELL THAT HE WOULD STA’,
“GYPSIES E’ER MUST WALK ABRA’” SAYS JOHNNY FAA.
JOHNNY FAA HANGS FROM A TREE, SEE HIM DANGLE PRETTILY
SCARLET RIBBONS ‘ROUND HIS KNEES, POOR JOHNNY FAA.
HAVE YE ALL SEEN JOHNNY FAA, PLAYING ON HIS RED GUITAR
“GYPSIES AYE FOR EVERMARE” SINGS JOHNNY FAA.
LISTEN TO OL’ JOHNNY SING, HE WILL NOT LISTEN TO THE KING,
NOW HE WILL LOSE EVERYTHING, POOR JOHNNY FAA.
JOHNNY FAA HANGS FROM A TREE, SEE HIM DANGLE PRETTILY
NOW HE’S LOST HIS LIBERTY, HAS JOHNNY FAA.
JOHNNY FAA WALKS O’ER THE HILL, DOWN THE VALLEY PAST THE MILL,
FOR ALL I KNOW HE’S WALKING STILL, IS JOHNNY FAA.
JOHNNY FAA HANGS FROM A TREE, SEE HIM DANGLE PRETTILY
HIS EMPTY EYES NO LONGER SEE, POOR JOHNNY FAA.
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KESEY HE’S GONE HOME TO THE FARM
Somewhere…there’s thunder and a storm
Somewhere…A farmer seeks his corn
Somewhere…A baby’s being born
AND KESEY, HE’S GONE HOME, TO THE FARM.
Somewhere a rainbow turns to rust
Somewhere a hog dies in the dust
Somewhere an Angel screams a curse
AND KESEY HE’S GONE HOME, TO THE FARM.
Somewhere…a Redwood sheds its leaves
Somewhere…An innocent believes
somehow there can be honour among thieves
AND KESEY HE’S GONE HOME, TO THE FARM.
Somewhere…The sun dies in the west
Somewhere…an old man fails the test
Somewhere…A cuckoo flies its nest
AND KESEY HE’S GONE HOME, TO THE FARM.
I wish I was on that fabled track
With Alan Neil and Bill and Ken and Jack
We’d all be bound for glory there’d be no turning back
AND KESEY HE”S COMES HOME, TO THE FARM.
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5. |
Late Long Day
04:43
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LATE LONG DAY
BLACK IS THE COLOUR OF MY TRUE LOVE’S HAIR
HER VOICE IS LIKE THE CALL TO PRAYER
WHERE SHE WALKS PEOPLE STOP AND STARE
ALL ON A LATE LONG DAY
ONE MORNING AS I LAY ON THE FLOOR
I HEARD HER KNOCKING UPON MY DOOR
I DID NOT KNOW WHAT SHE CAME HERE FOR
ALL ON ETC.
ch
I LOOKED IN HER EYES AND THOUGHT OF SIN
BEHIND HER THE SEAGULLS WHEEL AND SPIN
SHE STANDS AT MY DOOR BUT SHE WON’T COME IN
ALL ON ETC.
WE STOOD AND WE LAUGHED AND WE TALKED A WHILE
I SAW A SHADOW BEHIND HER SMILE
SHE TOLD ME OF HER ANGRY CHILD
ALL ON ETC.
THEN WITHOUT WARNING SHE SAID GOODBYE
I SAW A TEAR FALLING FROM HER EYE
A SILVER PEARL IN A STORMY SKY
ALL ON ETC.
AT NIGHT MY TRUE LOVE LAYS TO REST
A GOLDEN BAND CLUTCHES TO HER BREAST
A CRESCENT MOON IS SINKING IN THE WEST
ALL ON ETC.
AT NIGHT AS I LAY ON MY BED
JERSEY THURSDAY INSIDE MY HEAD
I CAN RECALL EVERY WORD WE SAID
ALL ON ETC.
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6. |
The Obeah Man is Gone
06:49
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Cm Bb Cm Bb Cm Bb Cm / Bb
I woke up this morning I knew there was something wrong
Cm Bb Cm Bb Gm
The ashtray was still burning, my whiskey was all gone.
Cm Bb Cm Bb Cm Bb Cm / Bb
From the grey gun metal morning, came a distant jungle song
Cm Bb Cm Bb Cm / Bb
It crept up without warning, the Obeah Man (pause) is gone.
Ab Bb Cm Ab Bb Cm
Tell the oldJack Rabbit, the Rooster and the Crow
Ab Bb Cm Gm
Tell them all about it, they’ll all want to know.
Ab Bb Cm Ab Bb Cm
Sing it down the Delta, ring it in Vermont,
Ab Bb Cm Bb Ab / Bb
In every hobo shelter, the Obeah Man (pause) is gone
Down in the sailor’s tavern, they’ve closed their doors for good
And every hard-luck sailor, would join him if he could.
They’ll sing his praises loudly, and crown his name in song
Then let salt tears run down their beards, the Obeah Man is gone.
Some say that he was voodoo, like the gris gris gumbo man
He could hoe down with the hoodoo, to the sound of a magic band.
But he went back to the desert, when he thought his work was done,
And now a message come back along the track, that the Obeah Man, is gone
Now I’m too old to be foolish, too young to be wise
But there’s a veil of mystery, that’s fallen from my eyes
There’s no magic in the moonlight no gold inside the sun
No flicker in the firelight, the Obeah Man has gone
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7. |
Never To Grow Weary
03:30
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D G D
WHEN THE FROST IS WHITE AS DEATH
D A
WHEN THE COLD RAIN DRENCHES
D G A
CHILDREN PLAY WITH FOGGY BREATH
D G A
OLD FOLK GUARD THE BENCHES
D G D
MAY YOUR HEART BE FILLED OF JOY
D A
MAY YOUR MOOD BE CHEERY – O
D G A
MAY YOU LIKE THE RIVER RUN
D G A D
NEVER TO GROW WEARY -O
SHOULD YOUR ROAD BE HARD TO ROAM
SHOULD YOUR NIGHTS BE FROZEN
MAY YOU NEVER WALK ALONE
MAY EVERY DOOR BE OPEN
MAY YOUR DAYS BE FILLED WITH SONG
HAPPINESS AND LAUGHTER
AND EVERY CLOUD THAT FOLLOWS YOU
SUNSHINE FOLLOW AFTER
MAY YOUR SUMMER DAYS BE LONG
FULL OF SUN SHINE YELLOW
MAY YOUR BED BE DEEP AND WARM
MAY YOUR NIGHTS BE MELLOW
MAY YOUR CHILDREN MAKE YOU PROUD
WITH EV’RY ENDEAVOUR,
MAY YOU SING THEIR PRAISES LOUD
CRITICISE THEM NEVER
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Traditional Graffiti Sydney, Australia
Formally performing as the Wheeze & Suck Band,
Ian 'The Pump' Macintosh, Johnny 'Red Tips' Milce, and Nigel
'Muddy' Walters formed the Traditional Graffiti Band in 2018 to continue and expand upon the Wheezer's music and performance style.
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