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Song With No Name
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Song With No Name | 2005
Was a hell of a party
Had a hell of a time
We drank and drank for ever
And the girls were real fine
Jim caught a bottle
Right between the eyes
And Jodie's got his number
In lipstick on her thigh
Now some say I'm a liar
And others say it's true
Just believe me honey
I love you
Standing at the station
I met you off each train
I drew a little heart
In the dust of a pane
I used to have a wooden leg
But a wooden heart would do
I need a flame for this candle
And an end for this tune
Now some say I'm a liar
And others say it's true
Just believe me honey
I love you
Now some say I'm a liar
And others say it's true
But this song with no name
Is for you
Copyright Richard James Winter.
May not be used in any form without prior written permission.
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Two Nuns Went Down To The River (And Only One Came Back) | 2005
Spoken:
Shall we gather at the river,
Where bright angel-feet have trod,
With its crystal tide forever
Flowing by the throne of God?
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river;
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
On the margin of the river,
Washing up its silver spray,
We will walk and worship ever
All the happy, golden day.
Now sister Jane had always been strange
Apparantely she prayed for pain
She has a bible made of gold you see
And swears that's not blas----phemy
Now Sister Jane confessed last night
Claimed that she, had seen the light
Now someone said she'd seen a tear
Run down the cheek of a statue here
Now we're all pretty worried round here
And we're all dressed in black
Since two nuns went down to the river
And only one came back
We rung the bells on that dark day
Sung those hymns and tried to pray
The vicar preached the whole damn night
He read the bible, every line
Sweet Sister Jane thinks she saw God
Down by the river with a fishing rod
Now this scares the hell out of me
It's time to go, time to flee
Now we're all out of our minds round here
And we're all dressed in black
Since two nuns went down to the river
And only one came back
Spoken:
Ere we reach the shining river,
Lay we every burden down;
Grace our spirits will deliver,
And provide a robe and crown.
At the smiling of the river,
Mirror of the Saviour's face,
Saints, whom death will never sever,
Lift their songs of saving grace.
Soon we'll reach the silver river;
Soon our pilgrimage will cease;
Soon our happy hearts will quiver
With the melody of peace.
Now we're all out of our minds round here
And we're all dressed in black
Since two nuns went down to the river
And only one came back
Copyright Richard James Winter.
May not be used in any form without prior written permission.
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Moving to Cuba | 2005
I'm moving, to Cuba
Where the girls are brown and the banks are closed
I'm moving, to Cuba
I'll bring my heart, I'll bring that red rose
I'll buy a big car with a fistfull of dollars
And we'll drive 'till night is day
A gallon of whiskey, some Cuban cigarres
Hell I might even start to pray
I worked on a ship, I worked on a train
I tried selling papers in the pouring rain
I broke a few hearts and fixed a few too
Now I'm moving to Cuba again
I'm moving, to Cuba
Where love is free, where love is like rain
I'm moving, to Cuba
I'll kiss you awake, again and again
I'll buy a small house with a fistfull of dollars
A joint that's as long as the day
A clock full of time, a bottle of hope
Hell I might even start to pray
I worked at the yard, it drove me insane
I took a few tablets to ease the pain
I broke a few hearts, fixed a few too
Now I'm moving to Cuba again (cha cha cha)
I'll buy a small house with a fistfull of dollars
A joint that's as long as the day
A clock full of time, a bottle of hope
Hell I might even start to pray
I worked at the yard, it drove me insane
I took a few tablets to ease the pain
I broke a few hearts, fixed a few too
Now I'm moving to Cuba again (cha cha cha)
Copyright Richard James Winter.
May not be used in any form without prior written permission.
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4. |
For Claudia
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For Claudia | 2000
Never did get famous
Never wrote that tune
Never walked the prairies
Never kissed the moon
I never missed a heartbeat
But then I missed a few
I never had this feeling
'till I fell in love with you
Have I ever whispered, I love you?
Let me take you in my arms, my love
And show you that it's true
I don't wanna hurt you
Although I know I do
It breaks my heart as well my love
To see you feeling blue
Never seen a smile so bright
Or met a soul so true
Never fought so hard to live
'till I fell in love with you
Have I ever whispered, I love you?
Let me take you in my arms, my love
And show you that it's true
We both try our hardest
But things still get us down
But my life's been precious
Since you've been around
I wanna meet you by that tunnel
You know the one I mean
Lay with you forever
Forever in a dream
Have I ever whispered, I love you?
Let me take you in my arms, my love
And show you that it's true
Copyright Richard James Winter.
May not be used in any form without prior written permission.
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Kalinka (We'll Make It Through The Winter) | 2005
I'm heading out of Moscow on a night train
Wondering if these snow flakes are for you
It's nearly cold enough, to numb this heartache
We both have dark sides like the moon
How I wish I was dancing with you now
Somewhere in the midst of our dreams
I made a little wish upon a distant star
But the stars have turned their backs on me
Kalinka, we'll make it through the winter
Kalinka, we'll make it through the spring
Kalinka, you know I love you
But now you say it doesn't mean a thing
You said that you wanted ten children
And a farm near that power plant
With a really nice view of the border
But we couldn't get a government grant
I know I don't speak your language
But we loved each other all the same
Now your eyes were colder than sibiria
When you gave me the ticket for this train
Kalinka, we'll make it through the winter
Kalinka, we'll make it through the spring
Kalinka, you know I love you
But now you say it doesn't mean a thing
I'm heading out of Moscow on a night train
Wondering if these snow flakes are for you
With a suitcase full of time and vodka
Now Kalinka's just another tattoo
Kalinka, we'll make it through the winter
Kalinka, we'll make it through the spring
Kalinka, you know I love you
But now you say it doesn't mean a thing
Copyright Richard James Winter.
May not be used in any form without prior written permission.
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6. |
My Favourite Street
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My Favourite Street | 2004
In my favourite street there's a little dusty shop
With things, that you'll never need
A broken cup, a wooden leg
And a diary that no one can read
There's a bar on the corner which only sells beer
To people who can't get enough
Well we might be losers, but beggars ain't choosers
But we're happy well that's all right with me
And I woke up
With the sun in my eyes
with a girl in my arms
with a bruise on my thigh
I woke up
With hope in my heart
in my favourite street
in my favourite street
And I woke up
Still searching for love
with a girl in my arms
In my favourite street
I woke up
Hoping like hell
in my favourite street
again
In my favourite street, there's a girl full of pain
And a baby that looks like her dad
She sits in the garden, and dreams of the night
When he said she was all that he had
And when the phone rings she hopes that it's him
She's waited a year and a day
But he went to Cuba and now he plays tuba
For a combo called Libre they say
And I woke up
With the sun in my eyes
with a girl in my arms
with a bruise on my thigh
I woke up
With hope in my heart
in my favourite street
in my favourite street
And I woke up
Still searching for love
with a girl in my arms
in my favourite street
I woke up
Hoping like hell
in my favourite street
again
Copyright Richard James Winter.
May not be used in any form without prior written permission.
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Moving to Cuba Bigtime Version (duet) | 2005 / 2009
We're moving, to Cuba
Where the girls are brown man
And nobody knows
We're moving, to Cuba
I'll bring my heart man
I'll bring that red rose
We'll buy a big car with a fistfull of dollars
And we'll drive 'til the night is day
A gallon of whiskey
(I want) Some Cuban cigarres
Hell we might even start to pray
I worked on a ship
I was hoping for fame
We tried selling papers in the pouring rain
I broke a few hearts
He fixed a few too
And now we're moving to Cuba again (cha cha cha)
We're moving, to Cuba
Where love is so free
Like a driverless train
We're moving, to Cuba
I'll kiss you awake
(Oh baby) Go on, do that again
We'll buy a small house with a fistfull of dollars
And a joint that's as long as the day
A clock full of time
Some bottles of hope
Hell we might even start to pray
I worked at the yard
It drove him insane
She lit a few candles
To ease the pain
I broke a few hearts
He fixed a few too
And now we're moving to Cuba again (cha cha cha)
We'll buy a small house with a fistfull of dollars
And a joint that's as long as the day
A clock full of time
Some bottles of hope
Hell we might even start to pray
I worked at the yard
It drove him insane
She lit a few candles
To ease the pain
I broke a few hearts
He fixed a few too
And now we're moving to Cuba again (cha cha cha)
Copyright Richard James Winter.
May not be used in any form without prior written permission.
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8. |
Six In The Basement
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Six In The Basement | 1996
Six in the basement, high on hope
It’s been a long long day, wonder how I cope
Gotta get the job done, dont bear to think
How my life is boiling away, and going down the sink
I got a girl to keep, and bills to pay
And I got holes in my socks
I can't work enough (earn) to keep that lawyer away
He wants everything I’ve got
Ten in the basement, high on dope
It’s been a long long day, I wonder how I cope
Just turned the light off, dont bear to think
How the nights are shorter, shorter than the days
Still in the basement, thinkin’ of you
Gonna be a long long day, don’ Know whatta do
Lonely as a ghost town, high as a kite
Got your photo and a bottle of scotch, to see me through the night
Copyright Richard James Winter.
May not be used in any form without prior written permission.
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9. |
A Wounded Soldier
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A Wounded Soldier | 2005
A cold wind blows
Across the shore line
And no one knows
Where I am
The ships are gone
They left at sunrise
The waves of hope
Move through me
A wounded soldier
Took my letter
And promised to burn it at sea
I claim this island
For me alone
And will do the best I can
A cold wind blows
Across the shore line
And no one knows where I am
I know I failed
You're a mirror
I caught the echo
Long ago
If time could wait
I'm sure I'd manage
And find a way
To make it home
A wounded soldier
Took my letter
And promised to burn it at sea
I claim this island
For me alone
And will do the best I can
A cold wind blows
Across the shore line
And no one knows where I am
Copyright Richard James Winter.
May not be used in any form without prior written permission.
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