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Intro
01:32
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Preston is home of Europe's largest bus station
Huddersfield is the biggest town in the UK
Rochdale has the widest bridge in the whole of Great Britain
Todmorden is home to two noble prizewinners in physics - more than any other town in the valley
So, taking all this into consideration, why would anyone, ever, want to leave the North?
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Perspective
03:50
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Every time I look I just see the face
Every time I feel I can only just taste
The cry of children with no time for fun
But only the fear of a loaded gun.
Looking back, looking back,
Looking back, we should get some perspective.
Looking back, looking back,
We should get some perspective.
Things aren’t good but things aren’t bad,
Things seem worse just as they triad
The arms of surrender holding me tight
The arms of children mourning in the night.
The tank, the rocket, the missile, the gun,
Fired from a lonesome just hidden by bracken.
The mortar, the rocket, the grenade, the gun,
Fired from a lonesome and the deed is done.
The tank, the rocket, the missile, the gun,
Fired from a lonesome just hidden by bracken.
Every time I smell I just smell the smoke
Every time I swallow they just ever provoke
The cry of children with no time for fun
But only the fear of a loaded gun.
Looking back, looking back,
Looking back, we should get some perspective.
Looking back, looking back,
We should get some perspective.
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3. |
Čadca Station
03:30
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4. |
Kingston
05:35
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Going out in the City of Ska,
another chance to try and win hearts,
but as for being a star, well first you gotta get to Mars, so get singing.
Watch out now, it’s smokey here,
the streets it seems will never be clear,
follow me I have the key to the City of Ska.
Are there devils in your eyes or am I just high?
But my dear I’ve got a friend here and although he’s on the mend,
he needs a helping hand, please take him downtown.
Don’t tell your mother, ‘cos I don’t want another load of crap on my back, just cut me some slack and take it, just take it, just take it a day at a time.
You’d like to meet my dad; he’s a hippy, half mad,
but he’s a cool guy and he’ll open up your mind
and he takes it, he takes it, he takes it a day at a time.
Slow your heart right down,
listen to your own sound,
if you feel the flow don’t try to be clever
‘cos my friend, that doesn’t work ever,
just take it as it comes.
When I look at the stars,
I wonder, “Will we get that far?”
Before we make a mess of all that is good,
instead of doing with our time what we could.
Open up your eyes.
Floatin’ on by in the City of Ska,
laughter reminiscent of the night before,
I wish I could remember more.
We were floatin’ on by in the City of Ska,
laughter reminiscent of the night before,
Don’t you wish you could remember more?
I feel like there’s a bubble inside of me but my problem is that it’s empty.
I might just fade away to the City of Ska.
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Josiv
05:17
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He rides a bike of rusting iron, guitar on his back.
His long black coat cascades behind, his face shadowed by his hat.
His eyes convey a knowledge, of many nights spent with the beat,
he bursts into a crowded room saying,
“play me some music tonight.”
Listen boy, can you hear that rising beat,
like they played in the old Slavic lands?
“Who are you?”The Barman cried, from behind his crowded bar.
“This here is a house of music, where we talk with our guitars,”
and so he replied:
“Listen all who reside. I’ve come from the Black Sea to say...
“When I was young I knew a city, where life flew through the streets. Merchants came from Chernovtsy, selling their packets of wheat.
One day when I was seven, I went into the bazaar.
I came into a strange new place, became lost, but found a bar.
“I asked for some help, but the band were still playing
- they told me to go and see Vlad.
This wise old man looking up from his glass, looking glad for the company he had.
He told me to learn the language of music with which I would never starve.
He gave me this battered old clarinet to speak the sweet, soulful songs of the Slavs.”
Listen boy, can you hear that rising beat,
like they played in the old Slavic lands?
“That’s quite a story,” the Barman said
and the whole room was listening in.
“Come on people let’s welcome our guest”
and he brought out his old violin.
“Now after three we’ll sing a song like our fathers in Vlasemica.”
So the people played it all night long
‘till the rakia sent them back through the door.
Listen boy, can you hear that rising beat,
like they played in the old Slavic lands?
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6. |
Yechi
05:10
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7. |
Link
01:17
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8. |
Robin Hood
05:21
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9. |
Island Man
04:40
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