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She Left Yesterday
04:06
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She Left Yesterday
She left yesterday, bold strong and on her way
With a rucksack on her back
High heeling she got the knack
And where she goes, no one ones
Into the night a breeze that is cold
There goes my love, slipping away
God knows, I need to pray
And what she does only time will tell
A life of hope and dreams as deep as a well
And when I’m old and when I’m cold
Will she come back at all?
Paint your way, design your day
Make your colours shine come what may
Lift your head, hold it high
So I can see it in the sky
Words & music Jonathan Thompson Meadow Music 2013
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My Guitar
04:27
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My Guitar
I pick you up and I put you down
Fit you in when I’m feeling down
Bend a note, clear my throat
You’re my guitar
Let’s play it sweet let’s play it sad
Grunge it up and make it bad
Feed my soul, let it roll
You’re my guitar
For it’s not for fame and it’s not for fortune
That I sing our song and pluck our tune
It’s just a chance to share a story
Then find our way back home to you
And when I’m home from the road
Forgive me darling if I’m feeling cold
The music sleeps, I need you more
Than my guitar
But when the time bell calls me in
Before the payroll sucks me in
Six silver strings keep ringing in
My guitar
Words & music Jonathan Thompson Meadow Music 2013
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Our Town
04:01
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Our Town
Well we came to work the land
Worked it hard and worked it down
To feed the bairns in your arms near our town
Watched the seasons come and go
Watched the livestock's growing old
The fields of green the hills around, our town
And things are changing, there’s troubles all around
Seasons come without warning, don’t let it get us down
The market square is full of folk, young and old are pulling jokes
The pubs are full they stagger out, in our town
In the early morning mist the train it takes them beyond Liss
City lights their dreaming of our town
Well listen Peter's ringing out and there’s singing in the air
William's on his horse in our town
And things are changing, there’s troubles all around
Seasons come without warning, don’t let it get us down
Well the market now is gone and the corporate suits in town
People come, people go in our town
But there’s always a hill that I’ll want to take you to
We can lie and watch this world from our town
Come lie down dear watch this world, from our town
And things are changing, there’s troubles all around
Seasons come without warning, don’t let it get us down
Words & Music Jonathan Thompson Meadow Music 2013
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Seasons
03:48
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Seasons
I’m walking across stubble, it’s wet on the ground
Another year's over and there’s no one around
A crow cries above me, a shot from a far
The northeast wind blows howling like a car
I’m thinking how I miss you, I’m thinking how you look
A black dog bounces forward then into the brook
Up over the meadow chasing it’s tail
The old man is tiring and he’s looking pale
The seasons they come, ah the seasons they go
The vigour of youth the wisdom of old
The seasons they come and the seasons they go
The rotation of time a story is told
The passing of strangers I see a lady at rest
She’s feeding her baby with a snow white breast
No time for talking I‘m feeling a chill
My journey’s not over no time to kill
I ‘m thinking I’ll be home soon I'm thinking how you are
The rain clouds starts falling and the sky’s getting dark
Storm clouds come quickly I look for some shade
A jogger bounces passed me then into the glade
Words & Music Jonathan Thompson Meadow Music 2013
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5. |
All I Could Say
03:22
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All I could Say
On a fine spring day, she ran to me to say she had to go away
Had enough of being taxed, needed to relax, seek out another way
I begged her to stay but she had her own way and that night I slept alone. She headed to the west, thought it was the best never picked up the phone
May God go with you, take care my love, was all I could say
A promised land, I hope you find was all I could say
California was her dream and a biker she was mean and motored all the way. Sun bleached hair, little did she care, she was never clean. My life was pretty frantic and I new she meant it when a postcard came my way, saying I’m missing you my love, though the suns above need you here today
Some people say it’s here, some people say it’s there wherever you want to go, you gotta find your patch, give it a scratch live with what you know. So on that little note missed my boat and stayed in England green found a new way to make things pay and wrote the next day
Words & Music Jonathan Thompson Meadow Music 2013
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Hoping for Some Light
04:34
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Hoping for Some Light
On the streets of Camberwell, there’s a drunk who’s not too well
As he staggers to the green he thinks he’s being seen
Then he punches at the air, says by Christ this is not fair
It’s a hard life, it’s a hard life
Then off the 36 jumps a mother with three kids
As they're pulling at her coat she carries a heavy load
Her face is awful lean, she’s probably just nineteen
It’s a hard life, it’s a hard life
It’s a hard life, to bear
The dog man opted out, many years ago
Destined to be great, he’d rather no one knows
A black-end face and his shorts are torn
A sailor all forlorn
It’s a hard life, it’s a hard life
To Chapel Grove they flock
Obedient to the word
The Reverend he is waiting, wanting to be heard
The organ’s loud and they're standing proud
He tell’s them what he’s learned
It’s a hard life, it’s a hard life
It’s a hard life, to bear
And a long road, a long road
Trying to get it right
It’s a long road, a long road
Hoping for some light
Hoping for some light
Words & music Jonathan Thompson Meadow Music 2013
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Singing Like Her Mama
04:26
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Singing like her Mama
The microphone is waiting a girl is feeling scared
The Mariners are drinking and nobody cares
But she don’t like no hip hop scratching on a desk
Gives it to them clean and turns many heads
Cause she’s singing, she’s singing like her mama
In a way they used to do and she’s
Swinging, swinging like her mama
In a way, that looks so cool, in a way you want it to
She’s been raised on vinyl, round and round she’s been
Picking up the crackles where her mothers been
Put’s herself on myspace gonna make it big
The folky girl from Surrey that everyone digs
The bookies got a winner the room is steaming up
Young and old are drinking and tapping their foot
Up and down the country all are gonna see
The folky girl from Bagshot with beads running free
A boy is in the corner films her every move
Spell bound and broken he’s digging the groove
Folkies scratch their beards a finger in the ear
Remembering Sandy Denny and drown in their beer
Words & music Jonathan Thompson Meadow Music 2013
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The Painter's Lament
06:02
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The Painters Lament
I was from the South and she was from the North
We met in a launderette spinning round and round
Trying to be grown up’s and laughing at this game
A premonition you’d call it, well things would not be the same
To the sound of Marvin Gaye, I remember dancing in May
She was wearing an emerald dress, hand sewn that caressed her breast. Moving to the beat, so light on her feet
Little did I know, this jewel I would not keep
‘Cause I was destined to be great a painter with a cause
To tell the nation how it is a poet from these shores
A stubborn will a selfish choice is what I thought was needed
To sacrifice the one you love for something you believe in
From the month of July in a stony seaside town
At night we'd work in the Marine Café then make love during the day
To the sound of the ebbing tide and soaring cries of gulls
Our life felt so complete and talked of wedding bells
The following year in April a child shared our arms
The bonniest boy you’d ever seen sleeping so serene
But at this point our troubles came quarrels and tempers flew
She wanted more from me, like a fool I never knew
The last I heard she married a grey haired city gent
With a detached home in Worlplesdon and I was paying rent
From Euston road to Glasgow City, I’m not want to lament
But son I’m telling you now, learn to use your diligence
My brushes have dried up, all colours have faded away
But a memory still exists of dancing to Marvin Gaye
Moving to the beat, so light on her feet
If only I had realised the jewel I would not keep
Words & Music Jonathan Thompson Meadow Music 2013
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Drifting
03:50
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Drifting
I’m drifting, drifting on a boat
I’m drifting, trying to stay afloat
The wind is pushing me forwards
The tide is pulling me back
I’m drifting, drifting on a boat
I’m trying to get my way back
Trying to get my way back to you
Come closer, closer to my boat
Come closer, keep me afloat
Take this helm of mine,
Help me keep it on line
Come closer, to my boat
'Cause I’m trying to get my way back
Trying to get my way back to you
On the horizon, I see a light
On the horizon shining bright
Storm clouds steal my view
As I start to think of you
On the horizon, I see a light
'Cause I’m trying to get my way back
Trying to get my way back to you
'Cause I’m trying to get my way back
Trying to get my way back to you
Words & music Jonathan Thompson Meadow Music 2013
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Louise
03:30
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Louise
Louise, you remind me of my daughter
Louise, you can’t be much older
You’re telling me what to do girl
Well got the whole world on your shoulders
Louise, you’ve got me in a spin
Louise you know I’m never gonna win
You want the work done yesterday
But honey Sundays, I’m just not in
Louise you’ve got corporation plans
Louise, you’ve conquered many lands
I’m trying to keep up but I’d
Rather build castles in the sand
'Cause I want to be a free man
Do it in my own time and with my own hands
Louise, when you gonna stop
Louise, your motors running hot
You’re up and down the hogs back
With a burden on your back
You’re up and down the hogs back
With a burden on your back
Words & music Jonathan Thompson Meadow Music 2013
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12. |
If Words Should Fail Me
03:34
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If words should fail me
If words should fail me in this last hour
All my love all my passion I will show you now
Come closer to me let me hear you speak
Forgive me darling for I’m just too weak to speak, anymore
If time’s against me the clock ticks on
Then spend it with me before the light is gone
The sunset's glowing all around your hair
Your silhouettes showing that you really care
You really, really care
If I could change what I know now
All my hurt all my pain needn’t be in vain
Beauty is fleeting like a fashion parade
Snapshots capturing, frame by frame, frame by frame
If words should fail me in this last hour
All my love all my passion I will show you now
Words & Music Jonathan Thompson Meadow Music 2013
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Brothers of the Sea
06:43
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Brothers of the Sea
The Acasta was her name and riveted on the Clyde
A handsome class destroyer with the Ardent at her side
The orders came to leave the land beyond the Narvik hills
Fifteen hundred men rolled and pitched and drilled
Through the sea
Glorious was heavily laden the jewel of the fleet, more men, machines and hurricanes that you would wanna meet, but the orders came to break away and steam their way back home, a foolish choice you might have thought cause it left her all alone
In the sea
Then out of a bright June day as elegant as a swan
The fiercest demon of the sea was known by everyone
The Scharnhorst wasted little time, hit the Glorious hard
No match for a cargo ship with a hole torn deep inside
In rushed the sea, and they were singing
We’re going down boy’s, we’re going down
To the depths of the deep blue sea
Remember, they will remember
For we are all brothers of the sea
Acasta and the Ardent filled the air with smoke
A pair of gallant warriors everyone did note
No Gladiator was in the air nor a Swordfish in the sky
To warn the brothers of the sea that many men could die
In the sea
Like two little sisters they zig zagged through the swell
Tried to protect the mother ship and the Devonshire as well
The Ardent disappeared and the Acasta went in hard
Fired at the Scharnhorst and hurt her deep inside
Raged the sea
Well little Tommy Thompson was down below that day
Firing up the Acasta no chance to get away
He said goodbye to his Nancy and namesake little boy
As the Scharnhorst opened up and hit her like a toy
In rushed the sea and he was singing
We’re going down boys we’re going down
To the depths of the deep blue sea
Remember, she will remember
For you are my love Nancy
We’re going down boys we’re going down
To the depths of the deep blue sea
Remember, they will remember
For we are all brothers of the sea
For we are all brothers, of the sea
Words & music Jonathan Thompson Meadow Music 2013
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When you’re down on your luck
Life is still worth living
When you’re not in love
Life is still forgiving
When you’re down on you’re luck
Take a walk in the park
Look above at the singing Lark
Roses bloom in front of you
The sky is bright a Cerulean blue
People may say, poor old you
As they walk arm in arm as lovers do
But you can drive down any road
Making tracks with no fixed abode
Don’t be afraid of making a date
Keep it cool with no mistakes
Dancing to a jitter bug
As they whisper in your ear, well I’m not in love
And in the twilight hours when you’re feeling lonely
And the night is drawing in
The wise old owl is calling
You’ll find love, you will find love, again
One night not too late
You see someone you wish to embrace
They turn to you in a fearful state and say
Sorry love, there’s been a big mistake
Words & music Jonathan Thompson Meadow Music 2013
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Jonathan Thompson Hampshire, UK
Jonathan Thompson writes and performs songs drawn from everyday experiences and observations to foot tapping folk and blues guitar grooves. His musical journey as a songwriter has been relatively new but his roots and influences started early by listening to Gordon Lightfoot, Cat Stevens, Simon & Art Garfunkel and Blues artist's. In 2001 he started to perform and has produced two studio albums ... more
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