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Sun comes up
and the sun goes down
Looks the same in every town
Tide goes in and the tide goes out
Started to wonder
what it’s all about
Home is where you don’t ask why
Home is where there ain’t no lie
Travel the world and seven seas
Home is where your heart is
I’ve seen the world
in a thousand ways
I’ve been looking
through a purple haze
I don’t care if it’s foul or fine
I’m coming home
to a hearth that’s mine
Home is where you don’t feel lost
Home is where you feel love most
Travel the world and seven seas
Home is where your heart is
Life can be a battle ground
People falling all around
You pick me up
when I lose my feet
Build me up
when I’m feeling weak
Home is where you feel secure
Home is where the love is pure
Travel the world and seven seas
Home is where your heart is
Wind you up
but won’t let you down
Keep you safe
in this dangerous town
This is where we make a stand
Strangers in a foreign land
Home is where I know my place
Home is where I see your face
Travel the world and seven seas
Home is where your heart is…
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2. |
Monkyn Pyn
05:10
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One morning in the month of May when the dew was on
the ground
A dark and handsome stranger came tripping o’er the land
Came up the hill from Wilmington heading for the inn
No-one knew from whence he came but they called him
Monkyn Pyn
He met a fair maid on the road and fairly caught her eye
In a barn across the way
together they did lie
He laid her down upon the hay and kissed her cheek and chin
Took his knife to that poor girl
did that evil Monkyn Pyn
He’s cleaned the blood up with some hay and thrown her
in a well
He’s found the sherrif’s men that day and a story he did tell
Of a widow old who lives nearby, he saw her kill the girl
The men did find that poor sweet girl in the widow’s drinking well
They found her with a bloody knife and blood was on her dress
She cried she’d killed a goose that day with innocent protests
Where is your proof of that they asked for nothing can we find
I filled the mattress and used the fat, there’s nothing left behind
She begs for justice for the crime for she is innocent
She claims the man who killed the girl is the same who had her sent
But the way to prove her innocence is to test her with the flame
If she doesn’t burn it goes to prove the widow is to blame
They’ve sent her down to Lewes town, she’s in the castle grounds
It’s there they’ve built a great bonfire atop of which she’s bound
They’ve set their torches to the pyre to cleanse her of this sin
And no one knows the murderer is the evil Monkyn Pyn
She walks the lanes round Wilmington every night in May
Searching for the evil Pyn who took her life away
But Monkyn Pyn’s as clever as he’s evil, now he’s gone
So maidens all look out for him on the misty May Day dawn
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3. |
Better Off Dead
03:50
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No car, no scooter
No iPhone, no computer
No bricks, no mortar
2 Sons, 3 daughters
Got health, I got looks
See friends, I read books
Got time but no money
Stale milk, no honey
Life’s tough
and it’s getting tougher
I like it smooth
but it sure is rougher
I took advice
but the man he said
Living’s fine
But you’re better off dead
I got the blues but don’t worry
This is Hastings not Surrey
The best place that I’ve ever been
Great folks and a great scene
I got legs, I got hands
I got feet but I can’t dance
I don’t care ‘cos I rock’n’roll
This old town’s got great soul
Life’s tough
and it’s getting tougher
I like it smooth
but it sure is rougher
I took advice
but the man he said
Dancing’s fine
But you’re better off dead
Government put a squeeze on
They need dough for a reason
The last guys well they
sure messed up
Left the house with an empty cup
Here’s a church, got a steeple
Full house, full of
hard working people
They got jobs, on a living wage
Mortgaged to a dying age
Life’s tough
and it’s getting tougher
We like it smooth
but it sure is rougher
We took advice
but the man he said
You’re doing ok
But you’re better off dead
Take a train, take a bus
Take a car, we ain’t fussed
Gotta move, gotta go
No people, no show
Make some noise, make a stink
Make a night,
gonna make them think
Gotta be another way
Gonna have, gonna have our say
We’re tough
and we’re getting tougher
We like it smooth
but it sure is rougher
Take advice
but the man he said
Well you’re doing ok
But you’re better off dead!
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4. |
Perfect Place To Hang
04:16
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Everybody needs a place to think
Everybody floats ideas
they know will sink
Who’s will sail? Time will tell
Time to drive a man to drink
Rain is closing in from the west
Clouds are gathering and
I’m not at my best
Melancholy melodies
I’m ok, it’s just the rest
Skies are grey almost every day
It’s the perfect place to hang
Now it’s time to say goodbye my friend
The party’s finished but the hangover never ends
Torn apart. Breaks my heart
All my love to you I’ll send
Skies are grey almost every day
It’s the perfect place to hang
On the hill there stands a
broken tree
It’s the perfect place to let
my spirit free
No-one knows. Nothing grows
It’s the perfect place to hang
Skies are grey almost every day
It’s the perfect place to hang
Skies are grey almost every day
It’s the perfect place to hang
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5. |
Love Is A Bitch
05:10
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You often see her walk out
with that look in her eye
You never know who
she’s going to meet
She tells me “Sometimes true love is a hard thing to find
But I’ll keep on looking
till it blinds me”
She has a vodka and coke
with ice and a slice
She sits in her usual seat
She says hello to the guy at
the bar who seems nice
Sometimes looks can be
very deceiving
They go back to her place
and he stays the night
She dreams of a future
like a bird taking flight
But her bed is now empty,
he was gone by first light
She says she’s ok but she lies
Love is a bitch then you die
He was his Mummy’s best boy, the light of Dad’s life
His future their only concern
They taught him how to be true, always to be kind
A lesson that’s not always learned
Despite all this love
he turned out no good
The law came
at least once a week
Until he went out one night
and never came home
His name they would never repeat
He went out one Friday
to get himself laid
But he got himself high
with the wave of a blade
They found him curled up
like a newly born babe
His parents can testify
Love is a bitch then you die
We get this life sentence
like love is a crime
We’re guilty as hell
so just do your time
And you’ll be ok
Baby you’ll be just fine
We can’t take no more
but we try
‘Cos love is a bitch then you die
Yes, you get this life sentence
like love is a crime
You’re guilty as hell
so just do your time
And you’ll be ok
Baby you’ll be just fine
You say you’re ok but you lie
‘Cos love is a bitch then you die
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6. |
Little Fish
03:09
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Fly little fish fly
May the winds of the world
ease your path ‘cross the sky
Fly little fish fly
Those colourful kites
o’er the rooftops so high
With strings made from love
You will float high above
Fly little fish fly
Fly little fish fly
May the winds of the world
ease your path ‘cross the sky
Fly little fish fly
Those colourful kites
o’er the rooftops so high
Good fortune, good health
Fortitude and wealth
Be yours evermore
Fly little fish fly
May the winds of the world
ease your path ‘cross the sky
Fly little fish fly
Those colourful kites
o’er the rooftops so high
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Milton Hide Brighton, UK
Milton Hide's songs are often stories about people or places they know. Often uplifting, sometimes melancholy, sometimes
uptempo and sometimes laid back, many original songs and a few surprise covers, Josie and Jim's voices and playing blend like your favourite smoothie.
Milton Hide take their name from an area of scrub and coppice near their home in beautiful East Sussex.
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