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The Strong Swimmer
05:27
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If Simon says be cruel It is your favorite game
Grubs swimming in the gruel
You lick your chops the same
Mummy is in the pancake
It´s dripping and it´s hot
Her streaming tears are candy
Dad is a coffee pot
We know that you’ve been down
Won´t you walk us round the town?
Don´t you want to get around, around, around?
Were you broken in little puppy?
You got your nose rubbed in the dirt?
Are you my Robin Crusoe,
the reason Friday buys a shirt?
Drink to me with your eyes only
and I will pledge with mine
Give the spare change to Caesar
And give me what is mine
Did you know you can make it far
with a little brown guitar?
Just play your little brown guitar boy
(Guitar solo)
Cry baby, you better stop your cryin
Sugar Daddy´s on the line
Oh, Honey stop your cryin, cryin, cryin
We know that you’ve been down
Won´t you walk us round the town?
Don´t you want to get
around, around, around?
Around, around, around?
Round, ´round, ´round
Yeah we know that you´ve been down
Won´t you walk us round the town?
Don´t you want to get
around, around, around?
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2. |
Autumn Bell
04:51
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Autumn Bell
A trail of long goodbyes
A frosty glass fills high
Winter is the wine
The tracks they sing again
The running of the train
The running of the train
Hold me in your arms my darling
hold me in your arms
Hold me in your arms and tell it like it is
Tell it like it is my darling
Tell it like it is
Don´t tell it like it aint, just tell it like it is
The scarring fumes of hell
The chiming autumn bell
Kissing on the wind
The white embraces all
I loved you in the fall
I loved you in the fall
Hold me in your arms my darling...
We know them in our sleep
And rising from the deep
The sunken ships appear
The maelsstrom´s churning throat
It tows my wretched float
How it turns and rocks my wretched float
Hold me in your arms my darling...
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Sorrow Pulls a Lonely Pram
Lies were spoken but the pain was true
As were the times I mistreated you
My words are hurtful but at least they´re mine to say
Won’t take their handouts and not speak my mind
No cheerful servant to them and their kind
We have little but at least have love this way
Morning sells us into slavery
Feel too much therefore I am
Sugar is a good distraction
Sorrow pulls a lonely pram
Help me hold the hungriness at bay
Help me keep the wicked thoughts away
Wake me up on judgement day
Across the sea lies a northern sky
A swedish model for you and I
A better place to raise a child they say
Life is painful this is who we are
Sorrow leaves you in a lonely car
We had little but perhaps had love this way
Morning sells us into slavery
Feel too much therefore I am
Sugar is a good distraction
Sorrow pulls a lonely pram
Spread yourself on too large a canvas
Every toothless tasteless bite
Things you said in a projector
Shines them back at you in spite
Help me hold the hungriness at bay
Help me keep the wicked thoughts away
Wake me up on judgement day
Lies are written and redemptions due
If I repeat them, I will make them true
The cornered schoolboy who told stories to stay safe
I´ll take their handouts and I´ll speak my mind
A cheerful servant to them and their kind
My words are hateful but at least they´re mine to say
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4. |
The Silkie
05:08
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5. |
Dance to your Daddy
04:01
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6. |
Twa Corbies
05:37
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7. |
Isn´t He a Young Thing
04:07
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8. |
Lu Lay Little Kin
06:47
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Björn Gardner Stockholm, Sweden
(Photo by Milja Rossi)
Folk sing-writer Björn Gardner born in White Chapel, London 1979, raised in
Sweden. His parents singing the repertoire of the 60´s folk singers was an early influence.
A street musician from his teens he produced and sold hoards of cd-r demos.
He later studied Nordic vocal traditions.
He released an album with eponymous post prog project Lucifers Lovsång in 2019.
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