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One View At A Time
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Well I watched two lovers spat
They were fighting over this and that
'Til I stopped to see the passion in their eyes
For trees don't grow on steel and rainbows have to be real
Searching for the truth is all I ever find, all the time
Searching for the truth is all I ever find
And those kids across the sea
They don't know you, don't know me
But rainbows are hard to see
When you're pushing daisies breathing free, while breathing free
Breathing free just like you and just like me
Good luck is hard for a troubled mind to find
When we're blue and spinning round and round
It's one view at a time is all we're seeing now
Maybe I'm just the same but searching in a different way
For that pot of gold that can't be sold
Because we all got our reasons
To find a lover instead of the wind to keep us occupied
And if we burned our thoughts like the paper
Then the buddhists would satisfied
The buddhists would be in in favor of our saviour
Good luck is hard for a troubled mind to find
When we're blue and spinning round and round
It's one view at a time is all we're seeing now
One view at a time is hard to believe
When we can't see our faces in the sun
It's just another lost face in this human race
Coming at us all, all undone in front of everyone
Like the trees that don't bend whilst looking for the sun
Good luck is hard for a troubled mind to find
When we're blue and spinning round and round
It's one view at a time is all we're seeing now
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The skies are full of dirt and gray
The city's kids come out to play
Running in the broken glass
From old deserted windows
Dollar winos fill the streets
The poolroom music's soulful beat
Engulfs the gray and dirty air
In inner city limits
Children run in hopeless heat
Long the dirty junkie streets
Women sell themselves to men
Through ruthless mediators
The sidewalk cracks are deep and wide
The children kneel to look inside
For pennies, maybe nickels
Dropped in passing
They live their lives like others past
The winos drink, the pimps sell ass
Little girls ten years ago
Are older now by twenty
Social change is still just talk
The things you see in urban walks
Should make you sick and lose your lunch
Inside your high-rise diners
Make the laws, you own the land
You hold them down when you can't stand
One of these day's you'll get yours aplenty
One of these day's you'll get yours aplenty
One of these day's you'll get yours aplenty
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The Doone Brothers Belfast, UK
Formed in utero in 1993, The Doone Brothers are a two piece folk band from Belfast comprising of twin brothers Sean and James Doone. They play a mixture of original material and their favourite folk songs from the likes of John Prine, Townes Van Zandt and Blaze Foley. James communicates through dark lyricism whilst Sean brings a bluegrass element to the table, a table James refuses to eat at. ... more
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