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Standing Stones

by Steve Bonham

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1.
Blues on a Summer's Day 04:17
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Jenny she is waiting for the setting of the sun Been contemplating how the day had run A bird flies high and cries some A cloud drifts by and hides some Jenny she is waiting for the setting of the sun Don’t fly to Georgia, don’t fly to Spain Don’t go chasing galleons along the Golden Main A knight in shining armour, a cowboy in the hay When you’re feeling lonely With the blues on a summer’s day She sees his strange reflection in the old mill pond He’s like a thief a-calling, from the great beyond Golden chains and silver Floating down river She sees his strange reflection in the old mill pond Jenny bends her steps to the curving of the road Feels a little darker as if the clock had slowed The haunted touch that binds her Forgotten note that finds her Jenny bends her steps to the curving of the road
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Half Moon on a Far Hill 02:59
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There's a girl on a bus that heads to the West Away from the cold smoke and the streets she knew best The crash of the hammer Shriek of the steel To a half moon on a far hill Frost in the fields Such a wide-open space and a house made of stone A ride on an old horse that can't carry her home “Away my lass and that'll do,” says Jim out on the lee Of a half moon on the far hill Frost in the fields The start of the river that flows to the coast The wild goat is watching the hawk on the post She brings her song to the hearth To light a memory Of a half moon on a far hill Frost in the fields
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London Midnight Talking 05:00
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It’s London Midnight Talking, where dreams are bought and sold And I felt her leant against me, as we struggled through the cold Along of streets of would-be diamonds, the streets of brittle fame I imagined her voice was silent, watched her lips still shape my name And I could not believe in anything, mostly I meant me Qui sais-je? Qui sais-je? There’s nothing that’s worth fighting for, as far as I could see Qui sais-je? Qui sais-je? A lonesome mist lingered across the old Serpentine Stars hung bravely like bold celandine She summoned up old ghosts, no will to hideaway The words still linger like a spell at the dawning of the day It’s London Midnight Talking, a time of tumbling leaves The shadows and the dancers, the murmuring of thieves And her words were like Toledo steel, cut straight to the bone But there was kindness in her soft blue eyes that turn a heart of stone And I could not believe in anything, mostly I meant me Qui sais-je? Qui sais-je? And there’s nothing that’s worth fighting for, as far as I could see Qui sais-je? Qui sais-je? There’s a moon over Chelsea, a breeze across the Thames Red dress, dark hair, we circled round again One more for the road, to set the night alight A single kiss and she was gone, I watched the taxi’s fading light It’s London Midnight Talking, where dreams are bought and sold And I felt her leant against me, as we struggled through the cold It’s London Midnight Talking, a time of tumbling leaves The shadows and the dancers, the murmuring of thieves It’s London Midnight Talking
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Hummingbirds 03:29
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We went walking down the shore Your hands upon your hips This old day feels good Time was a cloud That danced upon the breeze Then slipped away like echoes of Some forgotten prayer That we once knew I said we should fly right now You laughed at me and said don’t be absurd This moment’s all that matters now Drink it in and talk of hummingbirds As this day went round and round And the shadows spun Among the trees and the secret signs Between us two And in a seaside town Saw fishing boats upon the sands And Herring gulls And souvenirs And later that same day In the holy place ‘tween cliff and sea We lit a fire and drank some beers And swam into the dark Saw silhouettes of cormorants Like twilight ghosts Flying home
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This Weird World 04:09
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To my brother Paul, who wrote the songs of those he knew Such sad sweet songs to cherish love and what was true But this weird world makes the truth hard to see This weird world has taken that from me The last time we spoke, if I knew then what I know now I’d have held your hand, caught the moment there somehow But this weird world took your words away This weird world where we we find ourselves today What that’s we say? Nothing stays the same The tumbling dice, it’s a poor man’s game The wheel turns round, you gotta let go To another place that’s hard to know You said it then, through it all we rise and fall But the flame won’t die if we stand up and we stand tall When this weird world turns cold in the night This weird world can’t turn out the light To my brother Paul, who wrote the songs of those he knew
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Sister of a Dirty Moon 04:40
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He was a man with a hat on the up escalator When she passed him going down The angels sang, train whistled glory Lady took up the tune She put her head to one side and said I’ll see you later Under the roofs of a Spanish town You’re the brother of a sunburnt sky I’m the sister of a dirty moon In the old quarter, under Eucalyptus trees Trying to keep his cool, chewing sunflower seeds Sipping on a jar of wine, waiting for a fall She said she’d see him later by… By the Moorish wall The crickets sang and the hat was pulled lower It’s a cracked earth serenade She said it’s too damned hot To be making love in the afternoon When the sky turns to purple It’s then I‘ll look you over And I’ll take you to my big brass bed You’re the brother of a sunburnt sky I’m the sister of a dirty moon Torn dress on the bed, warm body in the window Silhouetted by the lamp outside She’s listening to the sound from the river Echo in a moonshine room There’s a song that is playing in the street down below There’s a man sleeping on his side He’s the brother of a sunburnt sky She’s the sister of a dirty moon
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This Is My England 04:13
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We were born from the farms and foundries This is my England, is it yours? This is my land, without walls or boundaries This is my England, is it yours? A stranger finds the front door open And a welcome at the table One and all will meet again As soon as we are able The ebbing tide, we can’t swim over But our future will renew When kindness blinds the fears and darkness I’ll be coming home to you This is my land with a right to good health This is my England, is it yours? We believe you can have too much wealth This is my England, is it yours? These empty streets, these lonely highways Now echo in the night To the sound of love and someone crying We’ll hold a better light In our green hills and streams and rivers Where the gentle waters flow In who we are, from every nation We watch this spirit grow From the house next door to the cliffs of Dover This is my England, is it yours? From a Cornish lass to a Hexham drover This is my England, is it yours? From a Balti cook to a Chinese trader This is my England, is it yours? From the refugee who said this land saved her This is my England, is it yours? This is my England, is it yours? This is my England
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An Old Soldier Sits in the Evening Sun 03:42
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An old soldier sits in the evening sun From an open door the music runs Across the bay a ship sails by It’s taking young men away to die There’s scent on the blossom from the cherry tree But sulphur lingers in his memories They call him “hero” He won’t take that No need for bugles from where he’s sat This is my island, this is my way This I shall cherish ‘til the end of my days For all that I fought for, this much is true This is my island, I leave it to you “I only did what I needed to I knuckled down and saw it through Carried my friend through the storm and blaze I found my way through the landmine’s maze”
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Moroccan Song 03:13
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It’s a dirty, thirsty, cracked up street With a Coke sign over the bar Where a watermelon man sells sunshine gold In the remains of the old bazaar The gapped-toothed fellow and the cat with one eye Keep a watch on things as they pass Under a Tamarind tree, by the old village well, Drinking sweet tea from a glass There’s a California girl who’s been a long time on the run With an e mail from her mother and a message from her brother Saying we’re so sorry that you’ve gone They’ve built their world from wood and straw And the mud from the river bed But the California girl is more concerned About the things going on in her head The genie in the bottle, that gave her three grave wishes Then sailed her over the sea To the Tamarind tree, by the old village well Some sunburned geography Where the California girl is painting hotel signs She’s something to confess, won’t say her life’s a mess But nothing seems to fit or rhyme The lights go out round the swimming pool There’s a twister over the dunes And the California girl is out there walking In the shadows of a dead-eyed moon While the man who bought the hotel and the boy who makes the shades Have wrapped themselves in blue Smoking old Moroccan, believing they’re forgotten From a bad time point of view. They share a memory, like rain in mid-July Of the world’s perpetual motion and the fish out in the ocean And the snow falling from the sky
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King of Persia 02:55
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Don’t ask me to be what I am not Don’t ask me to remember what I’ve forgot Don’t ask me not to sail away Take my chance and make some hay I’ll not be bound by that cruel hand of fate A Jarrow lad, though I am of late Down to Falmouth town, to find a boat Got my papers inside my coat I was the King of Persia then My carriage was a tanker on the oceans rolling swell I was the King of Persia way back when The ties that bind were fraying They could not stop me straying Down to the quay and saying I’ll be on my way again You might say that I was wrong You might say I was gone too long To my friends back home and that girl of mine I’ll raise a glass of sunset wine End my days on a foreign shore The Tyne’s chilly call well I’ll ignore Where those sandy winds have cast their spell Have you know that I travelled well

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released April 29, 2022

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Steve Bonham and The Long Road England, UK

A swampy brew of styles mixed from both sides of the ocean, characterised by sharp lyrics, great melodies and the fab sound of acoustic instruments being played with passion and purpose. It’s a kind of music that appeals to the renegade and outlaw in us all. ... more

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