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Universal Sign
03:46
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I was walking on a sea of sand,
I was weary without destination.
I'd been looking for the promised land
Somewhere out across this desolation.
When the wind was still
And the night air chilled,
From the far off hills came a revelation.
Like a wall of sound
It came a pouring down,
I was lost and found
By this universal sign.
Universal, universal,
By this universal sign.
Set my sails to run against the breeze,
I was waiting in anticipation.
Like a lost soul I was on my knees
Guided only by my fascination.
When the wind was still
And the night air chilled,
From the far off hills came a revelation.
Like a wall of sound
It came a pouring down,
I was lost and found
By this universal sign.
Universal, universal,
By this universal sign.
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2. |
Beguiled
04:19
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It’s been a lonely road,
It’s been an empty highway,
You had it in your heart,
The truth was always far away.
You live the life you choose,
You have the right to be that way,
But I will not forget,
And you can never change this day.
I am beguiled,
It’s in the smile, took me a while,
I am beguiled,
Now I know why there’s truth in lies.
Remember what you said,
You spoke as if you had no past
I really am impressed,
I never saw behind the mask.
You played me for a fool,
And I obliged in every way.
Yes, I believed in you
When you believed in no one else.
I am beguiled,
It’s in the smile, took me a while,
I am beguiled,
Now I know why there’s truth in lies.
You act as though misunderstood,
A game you overplayed.
But even when I knew the truth,
I carried on, I carried on.
Forgive without regret,
It’s something I could never do,
I’ll think of what we had,
And know that I was lost in you.
I am beguiled,
It’s in the smile, took me a while,
I am beguiled,
Now I know why there’s truth in lies.
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3. |
Road To Japan
05:10
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The sun came down and sat beside us
We looked around, at all behind us.
A thousand faces washed away
And voices drowned into the night,
We felt the crystal fall like rain
Until it showered us with light,
And ‘though the time stood still
We knew we’d find our way.
On the road to Japan,
On the road to Japan,
On the road to Japan,
On the road to Japan, aaa eee aaah.....
The moon broke free and ran between us,
Said follow me, it’s calling to us
And in the shadow of the dawn
We climbed the hill on which we sat.
No more afraid of what we’d find
There’d be no one to hold us back,
And ‘though the time stood still
We knew we’d find our way.
On the road to Japan,
On the road to Japan,
On the road to Japan,
On the road to Japan, aaa eee aaah.....
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4. |
The Show
04:53
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The voices carry from a restless night,
The sound becomes a vague hello.
The lights come on, the music starts to play,
For me the day has come and gone.
There’s nowhere else for me to go,
I have no other life.
I work above the crowd because I know
They’ve come to watch me fly.
Lets go to the show,
Lets fly, time to go.
The spotlight blinds me as I take a bow,
They’ve all become so faceless now.
The lights below me lose their place somehow
When I’m flying through the air.
Lets go to the show,
Lets fly, time to go.
By early morn the tents have all come down,
Another day, another town.
Why do I stay if it just brings me down
So where am I to go?
What words of comfort do I have to say?
What meaning have they anyway?
The truth is more than I would choose today,
That’s all I really know.
Lets go to the show,
Lets fly, time to go.
Lets go to the show
Lets go to the show,
Lets go to the show
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5. |
The Clown
04:02
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Sitting still in his room,
Through the silence, watching you.
Eyes of grey, eyes that say
Feel my sorrow, find a way.
I’m the clown, the sad, sad clown
I’m the clown, the sad, sad clown.
Little boy, now the man,
Understand me as I am.
A painted face that hides the tears,
I make the laughter, then disappear.
I’m the clown, the sad, sad clown
I’m the clown, the sad, sad clown.
And the loneliness I feel
Is the only part that’s real.
There’s a smile for every show,
But inside I know.....
I’m the clown, the sad, sad clown
I’m the clown, the sad, sad clown.
Little boy, now the man,
Understand me as I am.
I’m the clown, the sad, sad clown
I’m the clown, the sad, sad clown.
The sad, sad clown
The sad, sad clown
The sad, sad clown.......
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6. |
Simple Life
04:03
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There are no pictures anymore,
The television’s gone.
Once I had a radio,
Used to listen all day long.
I’ve no distractions, I am pure,
Got no remorse, have no design.
I am the truth and you are the voice in me,
What’s your advice?
A simple life.
There is no tragedy unsung,
There’s no religion in your heart.
There are no words to contemplate,
There is no trace of who you are.
It makes no sense, yet I believe,
You are the hurricane outside of here,
And I am the sailor lost at sea,
What’s your advice?
A simple life.
Oh a simple life, so far from here, so far yet near.
Oh, a simple life where I can be eternally.
And if in a moment unguarded, I look back again,
And see that I’m standing on tracks out in front of the train,
I hope that I’m given the chance to be calling your name.
Take my advice, a simple life.
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7. |
The Motel
03:11
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The light slips through the blinds, and wakes your sleepy head,
You turn around to look upon the stranger in the bed.
Another day to break, it’s time for you to go,
And while the boy is sleeping, you head out of the door
And leave the motel, you leave the motel,
Another day of waiting, then the motel,
You are the motel, it’s not the money that you need.
A drink and then a smoke, you look around the bar,
A quick check in the mirror, you wonder who you are.
No life behind the scene, no wishes and no dreams,
They’re all like fading colours, no memories to keep.
And so the motel, you are the motel,
Another day of waiting, then the motel,
You are the motel, it’s not the money that you need.
Why do I choose to stay?
I could simply walk away,
Somewhere new, start again,
But loneliness is not a friend....
And so the motel, you are the motel,
Another day of waiting, then the motel,
You are the motel, it’s not the money that you need.
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8. |
Beggars And Kings
03:44
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There’s a scar across my back,
Still I needed to return here.
There’s a pounding in my heart ,
As I walk upon these streets,
Buildings shattered, torn apart,
Falling down around me.
Beggars and kings, lovers and thieves,
We’re the long forgotten.
Torn at the seams , beggars and kings,
We’re the dust beneath your feet.
There’s good reason why I came here,
I have only to remember.
I am drifting through it all,
With emotions running high.
Strangers that I still recall
Cast their eyes upon me.
Beggars and kings, lovers and thieves,
We’re the long forgotten.
Torn at the seams , beggars and kings,
We’re the dust beneath your feet.
I’m falling through time, and I’m looking for answers,
The scene of the crime is the place to remember.
The windows are broken, the doors are decayed,
I know why I came here, but still feel afraid.
Beggars and kings, lovers and thieves,
We’re the long forgotten.
Torn at the seams , beggars and kings,
We’re the dust beneath your feet.
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9. |
Canonberry Days
05:45
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I hear the haunting sounds of early morning,
Like the whisper from the grave,
Then the solitude becomes my only partner,
As the church bell slowly fades.
I’m walking down the black path, past the evergreen
And highways to the sun,
And those misty sounding echoes from the caves
On these Canonberry Days.
The river has become a mirrored glass,
Still this Eden is not home,
I’m a stranger coming from another past,
And I’ll just keep moving on.
I’m no Reaper, yet I do profess a knowledge
Of the future yet to come,
Yet still I have no need to talk of others,
On these Canonberry Days.
On these Canonberry Days,
These Canonberry Days,
On these Canonberry Days,
These Canonberry Days.
I wear the scars of all my adulation,
Like a warrior of old,
And though the sun will try to bring me warmth,
My heart remains so cold.
A shadow on a landscape,
A prisoner of a destiny untold,
A spirit of illusion,
A hand that cannot touch the need it holds.
On these Canonberry Days,
These Canonberry Days,
On these Canonberry Days,
These Canonberry Days.
A fleeting glance without the chance to tell you
Why I journey on through time,
But these words of inspiration can be taken
To mean more than who I am.
On these Canonberry Days,
These Canonberry Days,
On these Canonberry Days,
These Canonberry Days.
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10. |
The Child
05:57
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This is the room, and these are the toys,
And this is the bed I lay in, when I was a child.
Those are the grounds, far as the eye can see,
Where I used to hide, when I was a child.
But I don’t remember you,
No I don’t remember you.
That was the door into the darkened space,
Where I would be kept, when I was a child.
And these are the walls that I used to beat upon,
They silenced my screams when I was a child.
But I don’t remember you,
No I don’t remember you.
That was the place they found her,
Mother of mine, lifeless and cold.
That was the place they found him,
Father of mine, both of them gone.
They looked at me, who else could it be,
No sign of a struggle, the boy must be troubled.
I told them the truth, they said they had the proof,
The blood upon my hands, I was already damned.
But I don’t remember you,
No I don’t remember you.
Now that I’m cured, and free to live alone,
No threat, and not a danger, I’ll soon be going home.
The house remains the same, I will return again,
The child is now a man, the boy was not insane.
But I don’t remember you,
No I don’t remember you,
Still I can’t remember you,
And I never did thank you.
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Eddie Carrigan Ailsa Craig, Ontario
Eddie Carrigan is a singer-songwriter, producer, a Scottish Canadian, who has always resisted the temptation to be easily
labeled. Ironically, that point of view in itself, has helped define the type of artist he is today.
The Eddie Carrigan CD saw two songs "Wish It Would End" and "Taxi Cab" receive national radio play across Canada.
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