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Drift
02:27
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Lyrics:
We're too far south for the sun to set
Yeah we're drifting.
We're too far south for the sun to set
Yeah we're drifting.
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2. |
St James Infirmary**
04:45
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Lyrics:
It was down at old Joe's bar room, at the corner by the square
The usual crowd was assembled, and big Joe McKennedy was there.
He was standing at my shoulder, his eyes were bloodshot red.
And he turned to the crowd around him,
These were the very words he said:
I went down to St. James infirmary,
I saw my baby there
She was stretched out on a long white table,
So cold, so white, so fair.
Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Wherever she may be
She may search this wide world over
And never find a sweet man like me.
Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Wherever she may be
She may search this wide world over
And never find a sweet man like me.
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3. |
Far From Land
03:21
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Lyrics:
Shadows passing through,
We're in the southern lands,
Fighting complacencies of man,
Summers left on land,
We faded through it all,
It's chilling and it's cold,
There's growlers at on our shores
We're far from land,
Far from land,
Radars on horizons,
Seeing ice instead of sand.
You don't know just how far you have come,
Until it swarms into the depths of sound resounding back to you.
We're far from land,
Far from land,
Radars on horizons,
Seeing ice instead of sand.
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Watchkeeper
03:04
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Lyrics:
Wake up inside your melancholy,
It's time to start to move,
Watch out for its all around you and you'll see how far you've come.
Wake up, watch out and realise.
All you have is the present,
Time doesn't exist
Watch out your going to far,
you'll see the tides have turned,
Hold fast to what you believe in,
you have control of it all,
Wake up.
Wake up, watch out and realise.
All you have is the present moment,
Time doesn't exist
You're in control
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In The Fog
03:51
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Lyrics:
As the night draws a close,
and we're sitting back
Deep in thoughts of poetry and prose
Hanging out watching our backs
And we turn through the portholes
And we're not really sure what we're here for
The clouds are in
Because we're deep inside the fog
We're deep inside the fog
Its clouding us in
And the temperature's raising
But our spines are becoming frozen
And even though we're wasting time and resources,
We're just floating
And we're full of all our passion
And we're striving for success
And although we have no answer yet
But still we're searching, and searching, and searching and searching
We're deep inside the fog
We're deep inside the fog
Its clouding us in
Yeah, we're deep inside the fog
We're deep inside the fog
Its clouding us in
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Watchroom
The Watchroom are two environmental activist that sailed on the MY Steve Irwin to the Southern Ocean with Sea Shepherd on
their 11th Whale Defence Campaign 2016/17; Operation Nemesis.
All songs were written in the Southern Ocean on board the MY Steve Irwin, during Operation Nemesis. Sea Shepherds 11th Whale defense campaign.
All proceeds will be donated to Sea Shepherd
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