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Shoeshine Boy
03:28
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Shoeshine Boy
Some folks say
It happened on the way
From Knoxville to Oak Hill
On a cold New Year’s Day
He climbed into the back
Of a baby-blue Cadillac
That old shoeshine boy
Ain’t ever coming back
They named him Hiram
But they called him Hank
Was it hard to find
A little peace of mind
A bottle of dreams ain’t all it seems
When they’re leaving you behind
Did you follow a star?
And find out who you are
A crooked man from Alabam’
Hell-bent on his guitar
Southern raised
You were gonna go far
And I know the radio was playing low
The last drop of bourbon was sweet
I hope you heard a lonesome whistle blow
Before you fell asleep
You can make a name
The Music Hall of Fame
Cowboy boots and Nudie suits
And rhinestones in the rain
You can cry all night
In the love songs that you write
A cheating heart still breaks apart
But it looks like you just might
Become a drifter
Who never saw the light
I know the radio was playing low…
And I know the radio was playing low
The last drop of bourbon was neat
I hope you heard a lonesome whippoorwill
Before you fell asleep
© Shoeshine Boy music by Tom Fairnie words by Tom Fairnie & Bob Shields February 6th 2006
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Falling Down
03:49
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Falling Down
I’m staring at black birds wearing out a grey sky
Clawing at smokestacks burnt-out and bone dry
Looking at a night owl coughing up a lungful
Of nothing but pitch black blood from a blind fool
Crows in the cobwebs, bats in the belfries
Moss covered monks with fingers like alleyways
Praying like pagans with one last word
A dead tongue clicking in a silent herd
And it’s falling down; this gothic town’s got
Bell tower dreams and black stone beams
But it’s falling down, falling down
Ringing like a wind chime hanging in a bell tower
Chiming at midnight, the perfumed hour
Candle wax cracks on a cold stone floor
Yellows with age in moonlight evermore
At Aurora’s Gate, where dreamers dwell
Mammon and the Philistines bathed in oil
As a piper danced and Icarus flew
Safe as the moonlight waxed black feather blue
And it’s falling down…
As Eden lay in darkness and Adam in his blindness
Fell for Eve and suffered for her kindness
Ate a fallen apple he should have declined
His small fall from grace; a giant fall for mankind
And the worm that gnaws at your shoulder blade
Where angel’s wings are torn and frayed
Into demon rags and Hell’s bell rings
For another Bible stolen on a raven’s wings
And it’s falling down…
Where a good deed lies like a mortal sin
Redeemed at the very last breath of man
Justified by a line of scars
In the face of geometry and the stars
In the underground of a nameless city
Where a bloodhound bayed and growled at pity
On ill-tempered chains tethered to the dawn
At first sign of light they all woke reborn
And it’s falling down…
© Falling Down words & music by Tom Fairnie September 27th 2004
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Don’t Wish Your Dreams Away
I wonder why an ancient star
Should die for us
Sacrifice its self
So we can make our wish
I wish that every star crossed lover
In this world
Could see that star
And share in its fall
And I know that every wish can’t come true
But I know the one that did led me to you
Led me to you
They say every prayer is answered
And it might be so
And even the smallest voice is heard
Above the roar
Of the words from a million lonely
Heart’s desires
Whispered into the ear
Of one who cares
And I know every prayer can’t be heard
But I know one that was led me to her
Led me to her
So don’t wish your dreams away
Hold on to yesterday
Don’t wish your dreams away
Don’t wish your dreams away
Let the child come out to play
Don’t wish your dreams away, dreams away
If we hold the child in our hearts
As we grow old
We might believe all the things
That we’ve been told
We’d believe in fairy tales and magic spells
And we just might
Believe in our selves
And I know there’s more than we can see
I’m so glad you saw the child in me
The child in me
So don’t wish your dreams away...
They say we all get one chance
In this life
A chance to make a mistake
A chance to put it right
But sometimes fate has got its
Mind made up
There are things we are never going to stop
And I know if it was all meant to be
I’d still wonder, would you still wish for me
Wish for me
So don’t wish your dreams away...
© Don’t Wish Your Dreams Away music by Tom Fairnie words by Tom Fairnie & Bob Shields 12/11/02
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Sonoma and Sistine
04:09
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Sonoma And Sistine
I got a letter from foreign parts
I broke a few Italian hearts
I recall a night in old Verona
But that’s a long way from California
She liked Madonna Del Rosario
I’d rather have Marilyn Monroe
When I saw her for the very first time
I didn’t think twice but to make her mine
And I couldn’t let her know
That I’d have to let her go
There was someone I’d left behind
I’ve been torn between
Sonoma and Sistine
Between a lover and a little peace of mind
In the Chapel of the Sacred Heart
I was walking through Renaissance art
Might have been a Caravaggio
Or something by Leonardo
Did you ever burn a lover’s notes?
For fear of lace and petticoats
I’m wise enough to know that I’ve been cruel
Read enough to know that love’s made me a fool
And I couldn’t let her know…
And I couldn’t let her know…
© Sonoma And Sistine words and music by Thomas Yule Fairnie, Mark Barnett, Robert McGregor Shields & Jane Fairnie 22nd Sept 2007
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5. |
Will You Fly Away
04:26
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Will You Fly Away?
I saw a raven turn to robin
Drawing blood upon her breast
Now the raven she’s a fine bird
But the robin is the best
Some birds they will fly away
I hate to see them go
But the robin she just stays around
Through the winter rain and snow
Will you fly away?
Will you go?
Some friends will stand by loyally
Some will turn their back
Some will share the same blood
And spill it on the track
A true friend will be there
In the deepest night
To guide you through the darkness
To the morning’s shallow light
Will you fly away?
Will you go?
With night is black as raven
Will you draw me near
Or in the morning cut me
As the darkness disappears?
Will you go in the Autumn
Fly with all the rest
Or will you lie beside me
A robin by my breast?
Some folks choose to stand apart
And set themselves at kin
Comforted by tarnished pride
They’d make a virtue out of sin
Flesh and blood are weakest
Still you can’t fly free
You can pick the bones of friendship
But you’re bound by family
Will you fly away?
Will you go?
© Will You Fly Away? music by Tom Fairnie, words by Tom Fairnie & Bob Shields 27th March 2003
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I Ain’t Goin’ Dancin’ No More
Of all the girls in the ballroom
You’re the one I used to adore
You made me spin
You could do it again
But I ain’t goin’ dancin’ no more
No I ain’t goin’ dancin’ no more
If there’s one damn thing for sure
It’s that I ain’t goin’ dancin’ no more
I’ve seen every twist in your tale babe
And I’ve heard it all before
Every lie on your lips
Every snake of your hips
But I ain’t goin’ dancin’ no more...
‘cause dancin’ never made it better
Dancin’ never made it right
An’ all of that movin’ and shakin’ babe
Only got me through the night
Only got me through the night
I’ve lived my life in limbo
Between a hard place and a floor
I’ve danced around
Never stood my ground
But I ain’t goin’ dancin’ no more...
‘cause dancin’ never made it better…
Been tangled up in tangos
Watched you waltz right out the door
How’d I feel?
Like a broken heel
‘cause I ain’t goin’ dancin’ no more...
‘cause dancin’ never made it better...and I ain’t goin’ dancin’ no more
© I Ain’t Goin’ Dancin’ No More words & music by Tom Fairnie & Bob Shields February 14th 2005
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Welcome The Morn
05:16
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Welcome The Morn
When we leave aw oor rovin’
Still oor wand’rin’ ways
Wi’ every thrawn road and loanin
Lost abin the braes
Then doon fa’ tae sleeping
An’ dream o’er the linn
O’ the burn that flowed free there
An’ aw the lang days sin’
Though it may snaw in the forest
Tae crown the hawthorn
Bluebells will floo’er
Whether we’re here or gone
An’ wae night birds trillin’
Frae dusk tae dawn
Tae welcome the morn
But we fell in wi’ tinkers
Guid chanters, blaw an’ bow
Tae play reels an’ slippit jigs
'til the auld cock crow
Wi’ fine airs and verses
Coorse couplets and quatrains
Writ in lo’e o’ this nation
Its faithers and its weans
Though it may snaw in the forest…
For noo a day is dawnin’
When lions will arise
Fae deep slumber wrapt warm
In weary lullabies
Tae send rogues and reivers
Fairin’ for their lives
Skippin’ oor the siller hem
Tae merry English wives
Though it may snaw in the forest …
© Welcome The Morn words and music by Tom Fairnie 2nd December 2007
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Everybody Lies
03:40
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A word to the wise, everybody lies
It’s no surprise everybody lies
I’m an honest guy I got an honest wife
Honest folks, you can’t get through life without a lie
It’s the truth of the matter
We got the class to chatter
But I bet you’d rather hear some lies
‘cause in all honesty, it’s plain to see
There’s nothing in transparency
There’s more to lies
Between you and me, paradoxically
You don’t have to be so wise
It’s the whole truth and nothing but the truth
I swear to God and hope to die
Between me and you the only thing that’s true
Is that everybody lies
There are little fibs that go off like squibs
There’s black and there’s white
Some of them are dynamite, but they’re all lies
Juries and judges, journalists with grudges
It’s all tax dodges and false alibis
Socialists, Communists, Goddamn Stalinists
Given a new twist by revisionists and their lies
But now the truth’s wearing thin ‘cause the doctors of spin
Are economising big fat liars
Between you and me, paradoxically…
If you’re a shy kid at an awkward age
Just want to get yourself laid
Don’t be afraid to use some lies
‘cause in affairs of the heart you want to get a head start
Let her think you’re smart and tell her some lies
You may wish you were a Babel fish
Untwisting gospel Greek into straight Yiddish; liar, schmiar
But don’t listen to me; you got a will that’s free
You can choose the truth or eternity with your pants on fire
Between you and me, paradoxically…
© Everybody Lies words & music by Tom Fairnie 16th May 2004
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Prada Heels
04:50
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Prada Heels
I hear your Prada heels tapping
In the Gallery Angelo
As you move among the figures
In a slow flamenco
Then pausing in the doorway
As if unsure which way to go
‘til your reflection in the window
Becomes Chanel; adagio
And In Paris every artist
Would be drawn to you
From Milan to Manhattan
They fall at your feet and follow you
On the Boulevard Saint-Germain
In Les Duex Magots Café
I hear you order Ricard
And Spanish Sketches play
I watch you with the waiter
As flirtatiously you pay
Exchanging glances, coins and paper
I leave no tip and walk away
And In Paris every artist…
In the silence as I leave you
Still wrapped in morning sheets
Every door behind me closes
Every shuttered window speaks
But then, something familiar
Heels tapping in the street
Could that cut be Valentino?
Could she really be that chic?
And In Paris every artist…
© Prada Heels music by Tom Fairnie, words by Tom Fairnie & Bob Shields 2nd May 2007
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The Blue Part Of My Heart
Where the rain is always pouring down
And the lightning scorches the ground
And every falling star is ocean bound
In the blue part of my heart
I call you
And the shadows remember where you stood
Just like you said that they would
Leaving me an indigo mood
In the blue part of my heart
I call you
You said you’d always stay in my heart
‘til death or temptation do us part
You said that you’d always be true
I believed you
And here you are
In the blue part of my heart
I call you
There’s a line in an old Waylon tune
‘bout Tuscaloosa and a midnight saloon
And a lonesome hearted, broken moon
In the blue part of my heart
I call you
You said you’d always stay in my heart...
You said you’d always stay in my heart...
© The Blue Part Of My Heart music by Tom Fairnie, words by Tom Fairnie & Bob Shields July 2007
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Hawthorn
04:35
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Indiana
05:14
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Indiana
It’s a long way to Indiana
But I can feel its sweet rain
On the wind across the great lake
Burning cold on my face
Pain will always take you back
Memories will call you home
Rain will run right through a thunder crack
And hearts will open for their own, for their own
One day, someday, I’ll sit and wonder
If I’ll ever hear his name
He had a voice cracked like fire
And Indiana was the flame
Pain will always take you back
Memories will call you home
Rain will run right through a thunder crack
And hearts will open for their own, for their own
Rivers have always run through this land
Between the wild fragrant pines
The wildest blue, the whitest water
Indiana’s red bloodlines
Pain will always take you back
Memories will call you home
Rain will run right through a thunder crack
And hearts will open for their own, for their own
It’s a long way to Indiana
And it’s a dark dried-up road
A slow cortege that winds through this state
Like old familiar blood
Pain will always take you back
Memories will call you home
Rain will run right through a thunder crack
And hearts will open for their own, for their own
© Indiana; words & music by Tom Fairnie 08/03/04
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Tom Fairnie Edinburgh, UK
I live in Edinburgh and I'm a singer songwriter. My style of writing cuts across Americana, folk, country and blues and I try to write melodic, accessible songs that make the best use of my guitar skills to provide sensitive uncluttered arrangements.
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