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The Road Less Travelled

by Peter Fearnley

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Going Down to See the Band 04:38
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It’s a crazy crazy feeling – ‘cause we’re not even there But I can sense anticipation rising in the air All the posters and the T-shirts and touts on the street And the rhythm of the shuffle of our marching feet All the beautiful people in this ugly wasteland Are going down to see the band... Some of us are singing - slightly out of tune We’re messing up the lyrics of the songs that we’ll be hearing soon. There’s a black girl dancing with her i-pod on and a group of lads behind her trying to dance along Seems like everybody’s smiling - walking hand in hand Going down to see the band... It doesn’t matter who you vote for or where or if you pray Every race, creed and religion’s represented here today We’ve all come here as equals to sing and celebrate And when you’re dancing with each other there’s no room for hate. Music is the language that we all understand Going down to see the band... All the beautiful people in this ugly wasteland Are going down, going down to see the band Seems like everybody’s smiling, walking hand in hand As we’re going down, going down to see the band Music is the language that we all understand When we’re going down to see the band...
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Chicken Pen 04:37
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Some people paint a pretty picture They say that you can change the system from within But all the power and the glory is on the outside looking in So don’t you get excited about the colour of the fence We’re all free range hens in chicken pens, we’re all free... Some people waste away in prison - their only crime is asking for the same as you and me. When written laws enforce injustice, how can anyone be free? So let’s not get excited about this freedom we defend We’re all free range hens in chicken pens, we’re all free... Some people think they know the answer They say it all comes down to how you split the seed Some say give more to those that pay more Some say divide it equally But who will take the question to the farmer in his den We’re all free range hens in chicken pens, we’re all free...
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On the Day of Revolution 03:10
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Brothers and sisters forget all that’s past The future is coming – it’s there to be grasped But the prize is so fleeting, you’d better move fast ‘Cause the old money’s banking on you coming last William Zanzinger’s been seen once again On the steps of the White House – he’s swinging his cane And he’s deaf to your protest and blind to your pain But he’ll build a big wall so you can’t see his shame... On the day of revolution – there will be no hiding Restitution, resolution – will be all abiding But on the day of revolution who will be peace-maker When the cry for retribution calls the undertaker? Child of the sixties – you did what you could But you lost your ideals in the festival mud Soon the streets will run red with your grandchildren’s blood, if they can’t see the truth of your summer of love On the day of revolution – where will you be standing On the side of history or somewhere more demanding History repeats itself but never for the good Every page is written in the red of human blood Come my old adversary, please turn your head It’s time to account for the things that you’ve said All the hate you’ve incited, the lies that you’ve spread Should I cut out your tongue or show mercy instead? On the day of revolution – where will you be standing On the side of history or somewhere more demanding On the day of revolution – who will be peace-maker When the cry for retribution calls the undertaker?
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Flowers on the Railings 05:18
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A January morning – gray and full of rain Driving through the downpour – back to work again I know they’ll be there waiting – each bloom a bitter tear I see the flowers on the railings this time every year I’ve seen this act of sweet remembrance for over twenty years - Flowers on the railings full of tenderness and tears All the colours of the rainbow wrapped up in a pretty bow The flowers on the railings for a love that won’t let go Somewhere someone’s grieving – for a daughter or a son. A bond so pure and tender, that can never be undone. Such a sad commemoration – an epitaph and shrine - for a loved one lost too early who was cut down in their prime I’ve seen this act of sweet remembrance for over twenty years - Flowers on the railings full of tenderness and tears All the colours of the rainbow wrapped up in a pretty bow The flowers on the railings for a love that won’t let go From now until September – when only dirty dust remains Each time I pass these railings I’m reminded of your pain And on a January morning – all gray and full of rain When I’m driving through the downpour, I will see them once again I’ve seen this act of sweet remembrance for over twenty years - Flowers on the railings full of tenderness and tears All the colours of the rainbow wrapped up in a pretty bow The flowers on the railings for a love that won’t let go And while the busy rush hour traffic passes by without a stare, I’ll say a little prayer for the one who put them there But come the year there are no flowers, I know what I will do – I’ll tie a bunch of flowers on the railings just for you
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Four Punks 04:32
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Four punks in a garage – don’t we make a lot of noise? Busy blowing out the fuses – jamming with our little toys You’ll never play like Hendrix and I’ll never be a star But this is on my list of all the best things, baby Vocals, bass and drums and guitar But it’s a sad, sad story and I’m just about to lose control It’s a sad, sad story at the broken heart of rock n roll Singing in your bedroom with your headphones and a brush. Karaoke with your walkman – it’s enough to make a poor boy blush. But a little dedication’s all you need to play it live - and you are on my list of all the best things, baby, but do you have the guts to survive? This is a sad, sad story and I’m just about to lose control It’s a sad, sad story at the broken heart of rock n roll For forty years and counting we’ve righted all our wrongs With some words of righteous anger and our dirty three chord songs. Still we stand with arms extended as our brothers leave the stage – Saluting fallen heroes with tears of silent rage This is a sad, sad story and I’m just about to lose control It’s a sad, sad story at the broken heart of rock n roll We’re bound for love and glory, with ragged rhythm, blues and soul. We make our own history at the broken heart of rock n roll Four punks in a garage – don’t we make a lot of noise...
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The Scenic Byway 03:40
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Let’s take the road less travelled to get where we must go The journey’s quick by motorway but I’d rather take it slow Let’s stop to speak to strangers and admire the view Along this scenic byway I’m travelling with you... with you Let’s take the road less travelled to get where we must go Pull up the car and stroll around – no-one will ever know We can choose to smell the roses or the sewer spread between. Spot the thorns amongst the flowers Or the beauty in the green... in the green I can see where we are headed, but I can tell that you are torn - only one destination since the day that we were born We can go together or we can go alone I’d rather travel with you than be travelling alone, On my own... Let’s take the road less travelled Come along the scenic byway with me Let’s take the road less travelled Come along the scenic byway Let’s take the road less travelled to get where we must go The journey’s quick by motorway but I’d rather take it slow We can choose to smell the roses or the sewer spread between. Spot the thorns amongst the flowers Or the beauty in the green... in the green Let’s take the road less travelled Come along the scenic byway with me
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Red Wharf Bay 03:12
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The swell of the tide rocks the boats in the bay The clink of bottles and cans scares the seagulls away Tied to the mastheads – keeping crap off the floor While the salty old sea dog sinks a pint on the shore The children take off their shoes and their socks And splash in the water – catching crabs on the rocks A fighter jet passes, causing avian alarm But it’s gone in five seconds – once more, returning the calm You and I walk with our hands in our hands Along the harbour wall overlooking the sands Casting cares to the sea, flying hopes on the breeze A few days away and it’s you and it’s me Casting cares to the sea, flying hopes on the breeze A few days away and it’s you and it’s me It’s you and it’s me, it’s you and it’s me – it’s you...
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Hiding from the Sun 03:38
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Hiding from the sun – you know we are Helpless and alone but we can smile ‘Cause if the day should break us The night will come and take us away You take my hand – I want you to Carry me away where no-one’s been before Though there may be thousands around us They won’t find us here – they won’t find us here Don’t shed a tear, don’t walk away Darling I’m not mad, it’s just that I’m so tired Of living every day like the day before And that’s not right So put on your shoes, pick up your coat We’re going out in the night to see the stars They are shining just for you And just for me they shine tonight You take my hand – I want you to Carry me away where no-one’s been before Though there may be thousands around us They won’t find us here – they won’t find us here Don’t shed a tear, don’t walk away Darling I’m not mad, it’s just that I’m so tired Of living every day like the day before And that’s not right So put on your shoes, pick up your coat We’re going out in the night to see the stars They are shining just for you And just for me they shine tonight Hiding from the sun – you know we are Helpless and alone but we can smile ‘Cause if the day should break us The night will come and take us away Carry us away – no more hiding from the sun Carry us away – no more hiding from the sun Hiding from the sun
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Summer Bird 03:52
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Standing on a white line – waiting for the sunshine Summer bird is crazy – at least it seems that way to me I move a little closer, but she fly, fly, flies away Sitting on a park bench – waiting for the sunshine Picturing an ocean in this football pitch of green The clouds are coming closer and I wish I could fly, fly, fly away... Oh summer bird – I wish that I could fly like you To a beach by an ocean blue, where the water is clear And oh summer bird – I wish that I could fly with you Wherever you’re going to must be better than here Running through the downpour in a T-shirt and V-neck A summer day in England and I’m soaked through to the skin. Call this a holiday – you know I wish I could fly, fly, fly away... Oh summer bird – I wish that I could fly like you To a beach by an ocean blue, where the water is clear And oh summer bird – I wish that I could fly with you Wherever you’re going to must be better than here
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Sixty Years 04:16
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Sixty years is time enough to love and to be loved To see the wonders of the world and in the stars above Sixty years is time for all the riches life can bring But what price then for one more year? The ransom of a king Too much time to spare – when you don’t care Too little when you do... Sixty years is time enough to hear the ticking clock And watch your glory days pass by between the tick and tock. Sixty years is time enough for laughter and for tears To see the seasons speed toward the winter of your fears Too much time to spare – when you don’t care Too little when you do... And I say hey, hey, while that clock is ticking Please don’t waste your time away And I say hey, hey, while that clock is ticking Make the most of every day Sixty years is time enough for famine and for feast For blue to turn to red and back and West turn to the East Sixty years is time enough to see the damage done By the rise and fall of empires as we spin around the sun Too much time to spare – when you don’t care Too little when you do... And I say hey, hey, while that clock is ticking Please don’t waste your time away And I say hey, hey, when that clock stops ticking You won’t see another day Sixty years is time enough to love and to be loved To see the wonders of the world and in the stars above
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Cemetery Song 06:28
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I’m standing on a hill-top with my arms stretched out beside me and the wind whipping my hair In the beauty of this moment I feel I could close my eyes and I could float into the air I’m taking in the valley all the lives and all the history that brought us to this place Trying to understand the reason for the economic treason that has laid this town to waste I walk through God’s green pastures past the gas-works to the gravestones in the cemetery ground See the ages of the fathers of the fathers of the sons who died to build this town I look across the hillside past the smokestacks and the pylons and the rusting pit-head shell See both life and paradise beside the dusty grey reminders of this transitory hell Images float through my eyes The poverty and the compromise that kill this land we own We live so close to paradise but die before we realise Still this place is home I’m standing on the hill-top while the wind blows through my hair sending shivers down my spine I try to crystallise the moment for a moment all is still I feel a calmness in my mind I am torn between the steel works and the hillside knowing full-well it’s a paradox I see A permanent reminder of the sacrifices made to shape the town surrounding me Images float through my eyes The poverty and the compromise that kill this land we own We live so close to paradise but die before we realise Still this place is home
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Four Punks (Garage Mix) 01:18
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Four punks in a garage – don’t we make a lot of noise? Busy blowing out the fuses – jamming with our little toys You’ll never sing like Elvis but I'm gonna be a star And this is on my list of all the best things, baby Vocals, bass and drums and guitar But it’s a sad, sad story and I’m just about to lose my mind It’s a sad, sad story - love and glory - wasting all my time Four punks in a garage – don’t we make a lot of noise? Busy blowing out the fuses – jamming with our little toys It’s a sad, sad story and I’m just about to lose control It’s a sad, sad story at the broken heart of rock n roll Four punks in a garage – don’t we make a lot of noise? Busy blowing out the fuses – jamming with our little toys

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released November 4, 2022

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Peter Fearnley Sheffield, UK

Peter's music spans a range of styles including folk, pop, rock and instrumentals.
He also writes and performs with The Wantley Dragons and Red House. Hearth and Heart by the Wantley Dragons is available via Spotify & Amazon - as are Peter's solo albums, including The Road Less Travelled and Crossing the North Pole by Boat. ... more

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