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Out Of My Mind
03:36
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You were easy on the eye, but hard on the heart.
You took a lot of work, but you're a work of art.
Thought I'd be your leading man, but you played the whole cast.
It sure was a blast, now you're a blast from the past.
I was building bridges, while you were putting up fences.
Thought you could burn 'em all down with no consequences.
You'd apologise with a bat of your lashes,
And leave me standing dazed in a pile of hot ashes.
You'll be doing fine, if I could take a guess,
But you cross my thoughts now, less & less.
You must be out of my mind.
You must be out of my mind.
Been so long blind-sided by your lies,
You must be out of my mind.
You were my rock when we were on a roll.
We hit the fast lane, but we paid a toll, yeah.
Had a lot of dreams but we got nothing done.
Till the screaming stopped, we sure had our fun.
Even when it hit me, it was just a fling,
I still couldn't say that I'd change a thing, no.
Got no regrets, babe, & I'm not faking,
You're a little piece of history in the making.
You'll be doing fine, if I could take a guess,
But you cross my thoughts now, less & less.
You must be out of my mind.
You must be out of my mind.
Been so long blind-sided by your lies,
You must be out of my mind, yeah.
I must have been out of my mind.
I must have been out of my mind, yeah.
It took so long this time to realise,
But now you're out of my mind.
Now you're out of my mind.
Now you're out of my mind.
Now you're out of my mind.
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You are the storm in my coffee cup,
I wouldn't know which way was up
If the rain weren't falling down.
I'm the flaw in your great escape,
The heel that's standing on your cape,
The strange one in your town.
Oh, would you like to know?
Oh, would you like to know?
You're the foxing on the lithograph,
The bramble on my forest path,
The thorn under my skin.
I'm the box you keep your memories in,
The battle that you'd always win,
If only we'd begin.
But oh, would you like to know?
Oh, would you like to know?
I'm the crack in the antique plate,
The embers glowing in the grate
That sets the house ablaze.
You are the tapping on my windowpane,
The swinging of the weathervane,
The ending of my days.
Oh, would you like to know?
Oh, would you like to know?
Oh, would you like to know?
Would you like to know?
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In Your Arms
03:32
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It started so well, the aces fell
Right into our hands.
But relationships, they are not built in a day,
Like a house of cards they stand.
One misguided moment, one little lapse of faith,
A careless word & all the songs in the world
Can't bring you back again.
In your arms, I finally found all love's charms.
In your arms, I’m finally safe from harm.
And you know I can't let go,
Till I have you in my arms again.
When the floor fell through, I was looking at you,
With that sad smile on your face.
It was then that I started to realise
There's no going back to that place.
Like a deathbed confession, too little too late,
I hope that you find some piece of mind
In knowing you were right.
In your arms, I finally found all love's charms.
In your arms, I’m finally safe from harm.
And you know, I can't let go,
Till I have you in my arms again.
Till I have you in my arms again.
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This Much Is True
04:09
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I’m holding my breath, just to keep on running;
I’m falling apart, but I don’t see it coming.
The heart of this town just keeps on breaking;
The money in its pockets is all for the taking.
It’s holding the soul of a million people;
It’s trying to be strong, but its grip is feeble.
There’s a voice in its head that can’t be heard;
It wants to cry out, but there are no words.
And oh, I know, my heart has seen better days,
But oh, this much is true:
I love you.
I’m holding the hand of my youngest child;
His mind is still forming and his heart’s still wild.
It hurts me to think this city could steal him,
Or swallow him up and dumb down his feelings.
It’s holding a million lives in the balance;
It’s struggling to fight a world full of malice.
The voice in its head has started to scream;
There’s no room for love when there’s no room for dreams.
But oh, I know, my heart has seen better days,
But oh, this much is true:
I love you.
Oh, I know, my heart has seen better days,
And oh, this much is true:
I love you.
Oh, I know, my heart has seen better days.
Oh, I know, my heart has seen better days.
Oh, I know.
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Alasdair Bouch Prague, Czechia
British singer-songwriter Alasdair Bouch is an ambassador of joy. He sees every show as an intimate celebration, engaging the audience with his passionate delivery, trademark charismatic wit & a ready smile. A full-time independent DIY-musician, he enjoys an eco-conscious, ‘straight-edge’ lifestyle (vegan, teetotal, drug-free), loves hitchhiking, & his body is a temple of soul. Music is people <3 ... more
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