Frank Turner – Plain Sailing Weather
It was very hard to pick just one song from this wonderful singer but I went with this one. I think “just give me one fine day of plain sailing weather, And I can fuck up anything” should be inscribed on my tombstone.
Just give me one fine day of plain sailing weather
And I can fuck up anything, anything
It was a wonderful life when we were together
And now I’ve fucked up every little goddamn thing
Amélie lied to me, this was supposed to be easy
I found the one damn person to help me fall asleep in the night
But sleeping gets tiring, and dark reminds me of dying
And as long as this feeble heart is still beating
You will find me rushing through every room, switching on all the lights
The problem with falling in love in late night bars
Is that there’s always more nights, there’s always more bars
The problem with showing your lover your scars
Is that everybody’s lover is covered in scars
So give me one fine day of plain sailing weather
And I can fuck up anything, anything
It was a wonderful life when we were together
And now I’ve fucked up every—
Things got fractious, and I felt faithless
At that moment just before the dawn when everything falls apart
But baby, I didn’t mean it, for things to get desperate
I let slip my guard, I let go of the rudder
Now we’re drifting in the current away from one another
Give me one fine day of plain sailing weather
And I can fuck up anything, anything
It was a wonderful life when we were together
And now I’ve fucked up everything
Give me one fine day of plain sailing weather
And I can fuck up anything, anything
It was a wonderful life when we were together
And now I’ve fucked up every little goddamn thing
Every little goddamn thing
Every little goddamn thing
Every little goddamn thing
And I’ve been skirting round the rim
Of doing something brave
And not just standing, but jumping in
Of making circles into squares
Of laying down the bare facts
Like a burden I can’t bear
And I can almost find the words
But I can see the way you’d
Fold your hands, speak my name like a curse upon your pretty lips
The pressured white behind your fingertips
And when you see me for all that I am
I couldn’t make mistakes to make a difference any more
I’d throw myself down on my knees, at your hands
And beg you for forgiveness for my fuckups and my faults
And maybe you’d relent and return my hope for our forever
Lift up your precious hands, and then bring yours and mine together
So give me one fine day of plain sailing weather
Just give me one fine day of plain sailing weather
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Stick in the Wheel – Fake Away
Taken from the album HOLD FAST. Listen/purchase: https://stickinthewheel.lnk.to/holdfast Video made by Stick In The Wheel.
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In a box of the stone jug I was born
Of a hempen widow the kid forlorn
And my father, as I’ve heard say
Was a merchant of capers gay
Who cut his last fling with great applause
For a hearty choke with caper sauce
The knucks in quod did my schoolmen play
And put me up to the time of day
Chorus
Fake away, fake away
Nix my doll pals fake away
Verse
Until at last there was none so knowing
No such sneaksman or buzgloak going
Fogles and fawnies soon went their way
To the spout with the sneezers in grand array
No dummy hunter had forks so fly
No knuckler so deftly could fake a cly
No slourd hoxter my snipes could stay
None knap a reader like me in the lay
Chorus
Fake away, fake away
Nix my doll pals fake away
Verse
Soon then I mounted in swell street-high
And sported my flashest toggery
Fainly resolved I would make my hay
While mercury’s star shed a single ray
And ne’er was there seen such a dashing prig
With my strummed faked in the newest twig
With my fawnied famms and my onions gay
My thimble of ridge and my driz chemisay
Chorus
Fake away, fake away
Nix my doll pals fake away
Verse
All my togs were so niblike and plash
Readily the queers screens I then could smash
But my nuttiest blowen one fine day
To the beaks did her fancy-man betray
And thus was I bowled at last
And into the jug for a lag was cast
But I slipped my darbies one morn in May
And gave the dubsman a holiday
Chorus
Fake away, fake away
Nix my doll pals fake away
Outro
And here I am pals merry and free
A regular rollicking romany
Lyrics from here: https://matchlyric.com/stick-in-the-wheel-fake-away/
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