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Newcastle
03:35
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This city’s not sleeping, it’s dreaming.
Its silence long until the dawn.
Its river waits in slumber, worn and tired lumbers,
flock to docks and to its old quarters,
artists’ hearts tided on like the waters.
This city’s not dreaming, it’s believing.
A great city wakes in wonder, long hibernation over,
flock to docks and to its old quarters,
artists’ hearts tided on like the waters.
This city’s not believing, now it’s living.
A people proud in numbers,
draw now to discover,
flock to docks and to its old quarters,
artists’ hearts tided on like the waters.
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2. |
The Artists
03:41
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Lights above electric skies, sorrows drown,
so I find this town full of nobodies dead dancing at sundown.
Nights alone, joining the movement of faces unknown. Side chain sound shackles the heart of this lifeless and dull crowd.
Where can I go to find where the artists go to feed their souls?
Leave on my own, walk to the river so my mind can roam.
Steel green bones can’t span the distance from here to my home.
Where can I go to find where the artists go to feed their souls?
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3. |
Ouseburn
03:17
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Beneath the bridge you will find some Yellow Creatures,
crawling down Stepney Bank past its grim features.
Further on there's a place high above the river
of water brown as local ale, the smokers shiver.
Creative energies fuelling melodies below Byker,
the changing industry burying memories of Swan Hunter.
By canal side you will find written words and spoken rhymes,
floating round like the sound of guitars tuning on Lime.
Further on there's a place high above the river
of water brown as local ale, the smokers shiver.
Creative energies fuelling melodies below Byker,
the changing industry burying memories of Swan Hunter.
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4. |
Evolution
03:35
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I’ve seen life below, emerging from the ground.
Faces names unknown, unseen as weathered stone.
Soon I’ll be there sleeping with them.
Departed come and go, hidden by the mound.
Tributes gently thrown, as mourners gather round.
Soon I’ll be there sleeping with them.
Soon I’ll be there sleeping with them, sleeping with the dead.
Soon I’ll be there sleeping with the dead.
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5. |
Graphite
02:57
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Bridges shown with setting sun, no thoughts come, it's been done.
Pencil, bite, tooth to graphite,
can't write tonight.
Run dry, no thoughts excite,
reach valley height,
leave behind the quayside.
Give me vodka, give me wine,
give me one more good time.
New tempo, go to a show,
go to where the water flows.
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6. |
Renewal
03:20
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Overgrown walkways, past stone slipway.
Seen curtains close, known Star Shadows.
See the change, feel the change, see the change today.
Seen curtains close, known Star Shadows.
Seen curtains close, no Star Shadows tonight.
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Ove Arup
03:02
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Brutalist expanse speeds me on,
heading South from Heaton (Ove Arup).
Pylon, spark, night, scent of musky seating (Ove Arup).
It’s all connected, journey on.
Act of chance speeds me on,
the Big Smoke’s still sleeping (Ove Arup).
Platform, first light, quickened pulse beating (Ove Arup).
It’s all connected, journey on.
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8. |
Pulse
03:39
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Hey, it’s been a while since I’ve heard its heart.
Silence, no beating here now.
Now that pulse has changed these veins feel numb.
Silence, from flax chimney bough.
Now that pulse has changed these veins feel numb.
All I can see is dust.
Hey, it’s been a while since I’ve heard its heart.
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9. |
Little buildings
03:21
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In the end we'll see these Little Buildings
collapse without a sound, dragging all the colour into the canal...
and there'll be nothing left.
Come and see them ripping out its heart.
What comes next, more glass windowed homes
to better watch the artists go,
taking all the colour away from city walls
and ripping out its heart.
Rush to see, to see it fall apart .
Come and see them ripping out its heart.
Rush to see, to see it fall apart.
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10. |
Collapse
03:24
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In the end we'll see these Little Buildings
collapse without a sound,
dragging all the colour into the canal...
and there'll be nothing left.
Come and see them ripping out its heart.
What comes next, more glass windowed homes
to better watch the artists go,
taking all the colour away from city walls
and ripping out its heart.
Rush to see, to see it fall apart .
Come and see them ripping out its heart.
Rush to see, to see it fall apart.
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PAUL BACK MUSIC records Madrid, Spain
Indie Record Label
Producción y management independiente. / Independent music production & management
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