Double bill thanks to the Moseley Folk Festival

Frank Turner – Plain Sailing Weather

It was very hard to pick just one song from this wonderful singer but I went with this one. I think “just give me one fine day of plain sailing weather, And I can fuck up anything” should be inscribed on my tombstone.

Just give me one fine day of plain sailing weather

And I can fuck up anything, anything

It was a wonderful life when we were together

And now I’ve fucked up every little goddamn thing

Amélie lied to me, this was supposed to be easy

I found the one damn person to help me fall asleep in the night

But sleeping gets tiring, and dark reminds me of dying

And as long as this feeble heart is still beating

You will find me rushing through every room, switching on all the lights

The problem with falling in love in late night bars

Is that there’s always more nights, there’s always more bars

The problem with showing your lover your scars

Is that everybody’s lover is covered in scars

So give me one fine day of plain sailing weather

And I can fuck up anything, anything

It was a wonderful life when we were together

And now I’ve fucked up every—

Things got fractious, and I felt faithless

At that moment just before the dawn when everything falls apart

But baby, I didn’t mean it, for things to get desperate

I let slip my guard, I let go of the rudder

Now we’re drifting in the current away from one another

Give me one fine day of plain sailing weather

And I can fuck up anything, anything

It was a wonderful life when we were together

And now I’ve fucked up everything

Give me one fine day of plain sailing weather

And I can fuck up anything, anything

It was a wonderful life when we were together

And now I’ve fucked up every little goddamn thing

Every little goddamn thing

Every little goddamn thing

Every little goddamn thing

And I’ve been skirting round the rim

Of doing something brave

And not just standing, but jumping in

Of making circles into squares

Of laying down the bare facts

Like a burden I can’t bear

And I can almost find the words

But I can see the way you’d

Fold your hands, speak my name like a curse upon your pretty lips

The pressured white behind your fingertips

And when you see me for all that I am

I couldn’t make mistakes to make a difference any more

I’d throw myself down on my knees, at your hands

And beg you for forgiveness for my fuckups and my faults

And maybe you’d relent and return my hope for our forever

Lift up your precious hands, and then bring yours and mine together

So give me one fine day of plain sailing weather

Just give me one fine day of plain sailing weather

#FrankTurner

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Stick in the Wheel – Fake Away

Taken from the album HOLD FAST. Listen/purchase: https://stickinthewheel.lnk.to/holdfast Video made by Stick In The Wheel.

Music in this video

Fake Away

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[Merlin] FUGA Aggregation (on behalf of FROM HERE RECORDS)

In a box of the stone jug I was born
Of a hempen widow the kid forlorn
And my father, as I’ve heard say
Was a merchant of capers gay
Who cut his last fling with great applause
For a hearty choke with caper sauce
The knucks in quod did my schoolmen play
And put me up to the time of day

Chorus
Fake away, fake away
Nix my doll pals fake away

Verse
Until at last there was none so knowing
No such sneaksman or buzgloak going
Fogles and fawnies soon went their way
To the spout with the sneezers in grand array
No dummy hunter had forks so fly
No knuckler so deftly could fake a cly
No slourd hoxter my snipes could stay
None knap a reader like me in the lay

Chorus
Fake away, fake away
Nix my doll pals fake away

Verse
Soon then I mounted in swell street-high
And sported my flashest toggery
Fainly resolved I would make my hay
While mercury’s star shed a single ray
And ne’er was there seen such a dashing prig
With my strummed faked in the newest twig
With my fawnied famms and my onions gay
My thimble of ridge and my driz chemisay

Chorus
Fake away, fake away
Nix my doll pals fake away

Verse
All my togs were so niblike and plash
Readily the queers screens I then could smash
But my nuttiest blowen one fine day
To the beaks did her fancy-man betray
And thus was I bowled at last
And into the jug for a lag was cast
But I slipped my darbies one morn in May
And gave the dubsman a holiday

Chorus
Fake away, fake away
Nix my doll pals fake away

Outro
And here I am pals merry and free
A regular rollicking romany

Lyrics from here: https://matchlyric.com/stick-in-the-wheel-fake-away/

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