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Albion Asunder
02:47
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Albion Asunder (Ian Roure)
The would-be conquerors denied
September 1945
A plan to stop the hateful tide from rising again
The Treaty of Dunkirk, nations unite
Seek safety found in numbers
No predatory foe will find us alone
With allies split asunder
In recent times the battle lines
Tricked by science misapplied
Through anti-social media: new ways to delude
The hateful influence we sought to diffuse
Convince in greater numbers
This blessed native oak
This once solid hope
This Albion Asunder
A toast, a toast of wine and ale
May one day this fine land
In dignity and fairness dwell
And her enemies be scattered
Their dark agendas fail
This blessed native oak,
This once solid hope,
This Albion Asunder
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Castle Street Contingent
02:54
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The Castle Street Contingent (Ian Roure)
In the April sun one afternoon I sat outside at the Wetherspoons
For a peaceful pint but unbeknownst to me
I'd meet the Castle Street Contingent
He sat all alone though the table was full
In wire Dickensian spectacles
He said 'I serve a king that's far across the sea,
And I'm the Castle Street Contingent'
(Chorus)
It's a far-flung distant outpost, the heart of Airstrip One
Defending the realm one pint at a time
Till Last orders come
The king is dressed in the finest clothes
With a long red tie hanging to his toes
And a pumpkin glaze sprayed upon his skin
He's the pride of this contingent
As an X-er I'm not inclined to love any Boomer that sets himself above
But I praise this one and bully any foe
I'm the Castle Street Contingent
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3. |
On Deep England
03:41
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On Deep England (Ian Roure)
Somewhere...
A golden afternoon, pint of mild,
Creased cricket whites
Somewhere...
A different history
Made a different present you'd like
Empire declined, industrial rewind,
Reality refined...
(chorus)
Your Deepest dreams have new life
Now you gave up the mental fight
You can almost feel from clouded hills
Your feet alight...
On Deep England
Somehow...
Your fainted form was found
And a tonic was prescribed
Somehow...
Then you saw the vision
And your fainted form revived
Escher-like design, your saviour ever kind
Has graciously resigned...
When you close you eyes
You can see quite clearly
The future comes alive
Like a cartoon on TV...Oh, oh...
When you close your eyes
They've got you easy
Selling to the blind
The world you'd like to see
If you just believe...
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Summertown Autumn (I Roure)
Summertown Autumn: motorised mowers every day
Summertown Autumn: keeping the growing grass at bay
No hedge untrimmed, no stone misplaced, no leaf remains un-raked
Summertown Autumn: such a joy to contemplate...
It's another grey and rainy English Saturday
All the kids are hanging out at Starbucks - or so they say...
Caroline and Anne are testing out new and exciting ways
Upgrading social status while they play
A five-fingered discount but it won't pay
Summertown Autumn: Security's calling off the fun
Summertown Autumn: young ladies think about but you have done
Your mothers understand it was the same when they were young
Summertown Autumn: back to boredom you must come...
Oh-oh-oh-oh
back to boredom you must come...
Caught a little fall in Summertown today
Caught a little fall in Summertown today
Caught a little fall in Summertown today
Caught a little fall in Summertown today
Summertown Autumn
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5. |
A Midwinter's Dream
03:11
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A Midwinter's Dream (Ian Roure)
Here in the stillness of the night, the longest of the year
Chance reflexions offer light frost upon a midnight clear
Glimpsing tomorrow in shreds of the past
Like leaves adrift in slumber seen
Coded visions colour your shallow sleep
Deep in a Midwinter's Dream
Sleep though pernicious fortune taints your waking hours with fear
Certainty in slumber waits and dormant thoughts in rest appear
Deep in a Midwinter's Dream hopes will follow
Keep them deep in the Solstice sleep
Glimpsing tomorrow in shreds of the past
Like leaves adrift in slumber seen
Coded visions colour your shallow sleep
Deep in a Midwinter's Dream
Deep in a Midwinters Dream
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You've Never Had It So Good (Ian Roure)
Farewell sweet memory, now they've all drunk the tea
You've made a strong case for insanity
And now we're forced to agree
As we sit in the front row
All nervously watching the show
(Chorus)
Now that there's no shouldn't or should
You've never had it so good
Millions won on double talk
We've never had it so odd...
Welcome sweet destiny, shades of the 70s
With choppy waters in the Irish Sea
And bigotry let off the lead
And I dare say we'll see worse
Why must we proceed in reverse?
I suppose it's just our turn to travel here like so many more
And how hard is it to unravel your way once you're through that door
Where myth is embraced and sense angrily scorned...
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Dada Paradox Oxford, UK
Dada Paradox's Progressive Retro-Pop deconstructs the psychedelic pop, rock & folk of the 60s, 70s & 80s to create a
soundtrack that relates to the present world...
"Majestically Jangly"“Brilliantly lyrical, darkly funny”- New York Music Daily
Ian Roure: vocals, guitars, bass, mandolin, Irish bouzouki,
percussion
Liza Roure: vocals, melodica & assorted keyboards
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