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Sleep Walking Through The Mist
Get out of The Way brother
The Man is coming through
He left his weeping Mother
He’ll join his Father too
The moon will soon rise
High above the hill
It won’t be a surprise
Coz all that’s good is killed
The sky cries in pain
Rain beating down like fists
Don’t know if I’m alive or dead
Sleepwalking through the mist
I’m sleepwalking through the mist
Sleepwalking through the mist
I’m sleepwalking through the mist
It feels just like I’m floating
Up high above the ground
They ask me ‘Are you voting’?
I answer without sound
The one in The House
Has blood on his hands
All is quiet as a mouse
They bury them in sand
The sky cries in pain
Rain beating down like fists
Don’t know if I’m alive or dead
Sleepwalking through the mist
Sleepwalking through the mist
Sleepwalking through the mist
Sleepwalking through the mist
I tried to be your lover
I gave you all I could
You looked just like His Mother
I don’t think that’s so good
I let you go free
To do as you please
I’m looking for the keys
Down on my bended knees
The sky cries in pain
Rain beating down like fists
Don’t know if I’m alive or dead
Sleepwalking through the mist
I’m sleepwalking through the mist
I’m sleepwalking through the mist
Sleepwalking through the mist
They tell me I found success
That I’m top of the tree
My life feels like one big mess
My worries drowning me
You might see me smile
But it might be wind
I’ll go another mile
In the end I know I can’t win
And the skies cry in pain
Rain beating down like fists
Don’t know if I’m alive or dead
Sleepwalking through the mist
I’m sleepwalking through the mist
Sleepwalking through the mist
Sleepwalking through the mist
Sleepwalking through the mist
I’m sleepwalking through the mist
Sleepwalking through the mist
I’m sleepwalking through the mist
Paul Robert Thomas
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Driving In The Final Nail
What makes you think you’ve seen me before?
Maybe I passed you going out the door
Look out your window full of smog and frost
There’s a man hanging round that’s looking cross
The yard’s full of people waiting there
Some in the corner deep in prayer
Some writing letters to their next of kin
All waiting for the final show to begin
You look happy like a dog wagging its tail
Waiting for them to drive in the final nail
Waiting for them to drive in the final nail
Crowd’s getting angry as it starts to rain
Some find salvation through the cold and pain
It’s never too late to want to forgive
It’s never too late to start to live
But now the sirens are starting to wail
They’re about to drive in the final nail
Lord, they’re about to drive in the final nail
The final nail
I can’t help what I am
After all I’m just a man
I tried to be strong and be true
I maybe lied to myself but never to you
My mission in life was doomed to fail
I’ve seen the inside of a thousand jails
Some people don’t know how to be good
Some people never leave their neighbourhoods
You say understandably I’m looking pale
As they’re driving in the final nail
Driving in the final nail
Driving in the final nail
Driving, driving, driving, driving in the final nail
Driving in the final nail
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Standing in the Rain
05:41
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Standing in the Rain
I know you’d like to see me crawling on the floor
But I ain’t going down to your level no more
With your English manners and your father’s eyes
So full of fire so full of lies
What good is money if you ain’t got class
Like a car without brakes going too fast
You have breeding you say and love champagne
But in my eyes you’re slightly insane
You left me standing
You left me standing
Standing in the rain
So alone
So far away from home
Heard your flamenco boyfriend got busted
Well he was one gypsy I never trusted
Always thought he played out of tune
Banging away on his plastic spoons
Told me he preferred casual sex the best
Had no time for romance and the rest
And all those time consuming games
Said he never could remember names
He left you standing
He left you standing
Standing in the rain
So all alone
So far away from home
I guess we’ll have to agree to disagree
It’s getting hard to see past all this debris
We had each other once many moons ago
But the road is blocked by rocks and fallen snow
We have our liberty but we are not free
We’re chained to our past and to our memories
Nostalgia distorts the past inside your brain
It’s almost impossible to break these chains
We’re left here standing
We’re left here standing
Standing in the rain
So all alone
So far away from home
Standing in the rain
Standing in the rain
Standing in the rain
Standing in the rain
Paul Robert Thomas
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Seeing Over The Wall
05:56
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Seeing Over The Wall
An orphaned baby cries
On the ground where he lies
Birds are falling, birds are falling from the trees
The river’s drying up
Brown fields of Butter Cups
Destroyed by some strange disease
But through all this heartache and pain
And all the sorrow that remains
We just carry on, carry on and on
We all want to stand tall
So we can see over the wall
For without love it means nothing at all
We all want to stand tall
So we can see over the wall
For without love it means nothing at all
Just trying to make sense
As we sit on this fence
Easily could drive you insane
There’s reason and there’s rhyme
As the days pass in time
I’m not sorry that I came
And through all this trouble and strife
That we all face through our lives
We must never give up, we must never give up hope
We climb high then we fall
Trying to see over the wall
But without love it means nothing at all
We climb high and we fall
Trying to see over the wall
But without love it means nothing at all
Still my fading eyes
Still look up to the sky
Still I am seeing the sun
I never turned my back
When you’re under attack
We’ll stand together, we’ll stand together as one
If we could be united then
We’d be ready for that when
Pain comes knocking at our door
Hold each other one and all
And then we’ll see over the wall
And with love it means everything to all
Hold each other one and all
And then we’ll see over the wall
And with love it means everything to all
Seeing over the wall
Seeing over the wall
Paul Robert Thomas
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The Refugee Song
03:18
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The Refugee Song
Well, they burn us
And they kill us
They do as please
And they cage us
In their houses so full of disease
And they laugh at our pain
Washing away the stains
And they scream “Just who are you
“You’re just refugees”!!
Well, they heard us
And they stamp us
They do as they please
And they work us
And they starve us
In their factories
And they laugh at our pain
As we dare to complain
And they scream “You’re no-bodies
You’re just refuges”!!!
Though our blood is spilt
Their collective guilt
Is forgiven
And forgotten
And defended
And protected
To deny
And hide
Like a killers urge
By their blessed church!
Well, they rob us
And they rape us
They do as they please
And they take us
They bury us
Under those trees
And they laugh at our pain
As we’re eaten by flames
And they scream “You can’t be free:!
“You’re just refugees”!
Just ashes in the wind
Just teardrops in the rain
Just embers in the flames
Just refugees in chains
Refugees in chains
Refugees in chains
Ah take away our pain
Take away our pain
Refugees in chains
Refugees in pain
Paul Robert Thomas
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Senorita
07:12
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Senorita
Well, I’ve always been a rebel of romance
I’d turn the music off in the middle of a slow dance
In the anger of the crowd I’d take my chance
If it pleased you, Senorita
Sweat pouring from my tangled hair as I stand outside your door
Can you hear my breath you know what I came here for?
I’m begging you how much longer my distress you can ignore?
Oh Senorita, Oh Senorita
Oh Senorita, Oh Senorita
I’ve always been on the outside looking in
I tried my best to be strong and I learnt to take it on the chin
Everyone has a heart come on but I’ve got feelings I’m not thick skinned
Nor are you, Senorita
I can take your punishment and yes I understand
I do all I can but I’m just a man
And my dreams can never compare to those in your hand
Senorita
Oh Senorita, Oh Senorita
Oh Senorita, Oh Senorita
I feel alone in a crowded room that’s filled with stiffs and shirts
I never could chit chat all about the latest dirt
In the name of all that’s true oh woman how much more can you make me hurt?
Tell me do, Senorita
You know I’ve been with many but there were few
That managed to mess me up inside the way that you do
So just tell me what you want and I’ll give it straight to you?
Senorita
I told you it’s a while since I’ve been with Mary Jane
I’m going out of my mind and back again
Tell me what I have to do to keep you entertained?
And get your attention, Senorita
Your friend the clown’s back in rehab who knows if he’ll pull through?
Seems everyone who got close enough is fated to get burnt by you
You’re surrounded by an aura that they can’t help but pursue
Up a blind alley, Senorita
Oh Senorita, Oh Senorita
Oh Senorita, Oh Senorita
The sun is going down and it’s time I got up from my bloodied knees
I tried and tried but your door is locked and I don’t have the key
I know as long as I want you I will never be free
I’m in chains, Senorita
I’m going downstairs to ride and saddle up the drum
Music is my life without music I’m deaf and dumb
Wish you spoke the language of my world where I’d love you to come
Senorita
Oh Senorita, Oh Senorita
Oh Senorita, Oh Senorita
Oh Senorita, Oh Senorita
Oh Senorita, Oh Senorita
Oh Senorita, Oh Senorita
Oh Senorita, Oh Senorita
Oh Senorita, Oh Senorita
Oh Senorita
Paul Robert Thomas
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The Man I Used To Be
05:33
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The Man I Used To Be
Searching high
Searching low
Searching where the four winds do blow
Looking inside and outside of me
For the man I used to be
Roll up your bed
Coz morning’s dead
Time to unload your head
Pour yourself a coffee
Smoke a cigarette
Even though it’s not politically correct
Sit down comfortably
In this room there’s only you and me
And tell me about the man I used to me
Yeah tell me about the man I used to me
I’ll listen carefully
As you rewind your memory
And tell me about the man I used to be
Yeah tell me about the man I used to be
Time has gone by
It sure does fly
And everything must change
No one can stay the same
In the pouring rain
Sometimes we may seem decidedly weird and strange
You say I used to smile more
And that I seemed looking for
Someone to share my heart
That my eyes were brighter
And my teeth were whiter
And that’s just for a start
I’ve put on some weight
In fact I don’t look in a healthy state
My face shows all my troubles and strife
And that I don’t care how I look
And I stopped to read books
It’s like I’ve given up on life
Searching high
Searching low
Searching where the four winds do blow
Looking inside and outside of me
For the man I used to be
Okay my dear
I think I hear
That what you say is clear
I myself don’t agree
That I’m so diff’rent
I’ll tell you how you are though probably shouldn’t
Sit down comfortably
In this room there’s only you and me
I’ll tell you about the woman you used to be
I’ll tell you about the woman you used to be
Just listen carefully
As I rewind my memory
And tell you about the woman you used to be
Yeah I’ll tell you about the woman you used to be
Paul Robert Thomas
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Like A Pale Martyr
06:44
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Like A Pale Martyr
You never knew your mother
It’s so sad but it’s true
You were born to suffer
Like many others too
Struggling to make it through
Just like a pale martyr
In his shirt of fire
Like a pale martyr
Burning with desire
See the cities burning
The water’s rising too
This hell on earth’s turning
The sun black above you
Down here there’s nothing new
But for this pale martyr
In his shirt of fire
For this pale martyr’s
Burning with desire
You’re no stranger to sorrow
When love and truth have died
Don’t look to tomorrow
It’s a jungle full of lies
Waiting with shallow eyes
Just for a pale martyr
In his shirt of fire
For a pale martyr
Burning with desire
So many rooms without books
Like bodies without souls
So many vacant blank looks
Like eyes in deep black holes
It is for you that the bell toils
Fire’s burning since day one
Is brighter than the sun
Fanned with knives and smoking guns
The war is never done
There’s only one place left to run
Just like a pale martyr
In his shirt of fire
Like a pale martyr
Burning with desire
Rotten apples have to fall
They crash down in disgrace
Youth thrown against the wall
But all can be replaced
An arm, a leg, a face
But for a pale martyr
In his shirt of fire
But a pale martyr
Burning with desire
‘Yes I’m as guilty as you’
Said He from on the cross
‘For the good I didn’t do’
Without profit there’s no loss
Every price has its cost
So like a pale martyr
In his shirt of fire
So a pale martyr
Burning with desire
Envy’s the ulcer of the soul
Hate a cancer to the brain
Without love you are not whole
Love makes a wild animal tame
It is for this I came
Just like a pale martyr
In his shirt of fire
Just like a pale martyr
Burning with desire
Paul Robert Thomas
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Dying To Be Reborn
06:58
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Dying to be Reborn
Just like a mother in labour
Praying for a saviour
To deliver her from pain
Like a baby that’s born
Into a body well worn
That was going insane
I don’t wear a crown of thorns
But I’m dying to be reborn
I’m dying to be reborn
Yeah, dying to be reborn
Stripping away the eyes (‘I’s’)
Undoing the binding ties
I could not grow
For all there comes a time
When the bells no longer chime
And it’s time to go
There is no need to mourn
Coz I’m dying to be reborn
I’m dying to be reborn
Yeah, dying to be reborn
I’m just counting the time
Standing in line
Waiting patiently
Spitting out my gum
Banging on a drum
So expectantly
It’s not all helpless and forlorn
For I’m dying to be reborn
I’m dying to be reborn
Yeah, dying to be reborn
You might not think it can be done
Joining a thousand dreams into one
Leaving the ghost of your past behind
Erase your soul and cleanse your heart
Go in a circle back to the start
Where truth and beauty you will re-find
A new day’s starting to dawn
As I’m dying to be reborn
I’m dying to be reborn
Yeah, dying to be reborn
Yeah, a new day’s starting to dawn
As I’m dying to be reborn
I’m dying to be reborn
Dying to be reborn
Paul Robert Thomas
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I Will Return
04:12
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I Will Return
Followed me along the Way
But soon I must go
Before the light goes from the day
I’ll rise from the valley below
Pushing my weary bones
Through these narrow streets
The sharp cobbled stones
Cutting my naked feet
People scream as I pass
Their eyes full of hate
How long can this pain last
I’m ready to face my fate
But Mary don’t you cry
Coz we were all born to die
If I stumble and fall
Don’t give me your hand
Even if I have to crawl
My way from the Promised Land
They call me a rebel
A disturber of the peace
But I fought with the devil
Face to face with the beast
Oh Mary don’t be sad
Not all man is bad
I came to do good
To help you break your chains
I tried all I could
Will you remember my name?
Mary don’t you weep
Coz I won’t be dead
I’ll just be asleep
As I climb that steep hill
Carrying my load
I know I will be killed
It was long ago foretold
But I will return
No one can know when
The sun will rise and burn
So be strong till then
Mary don’t be concerned
I will return
I will return
I will return
Paul Robert Thomas
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'Les Paul's' (The Paul's) London, UK
'Les Paul's' (The Paul's) are a prolific dynamic song writing duo of ex-Londoners, singer songwriter, multi-instrumentalist,
composer and actor Paul Odiase and song lyricist Paul Robert Thomas. Check them out at www.facebook.com/LesPaulsThePauls and their new interview at realmusichype.com/interview-with-les-pauls-the-pauls
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