Frank Turner piosenki

Wandering lonely through the snow streets of New York I stumbled on a thrift store that sold postcards by the yard I bought a mile and shipped them home so I could read Ten thousand ten-word tragedies, the lives these strangers lead To remind myself the th...

Mother loves me still despite My failing health and lack of drive. Shame on me, I could be so much better than I am. Songs unfinished, post unopened, Clothes unwashed and vows now broken. Shame on me, I could be so much better than I am. If I could just rela...

Would you pick your clothes up, put your clothes on, Pack your things and go? I’m tired of sinking this low. Awkward semi-naked coffee conversations fade Quicker than mistakes that were made. Mornings when I’m coming down, being driven round the bend, Make for...

From the heart of the Southern Downs, to the North-East London reservoirs, From the start, the land scaped my sound, before I'd ever been to America. And if I knew anybody who played pedal steel guitar, I'd get them in my band and then my band would get real...

I never had a brother, old friend you had three. You always said that if you had another one it would be me. When you come through the flames, not everything has survived; Forget about family now, we've got our old flyers, Lame tattoos, The in-jokes and memori...

The demonstrations got boring – Well it was obvious that the government was ignoring us. It’s hard to drag yourself through empty streets On an empty stomach and no sleep. The shortcomings got clearer, As the price we paid got dearer and dearer. It’s supposed...

Tonight is her night, and the city holds is breath, caught twixt life and death, as she rolls in from the suburbs, the garrison flees and the city will burn. Corinna rides like Boadicea tonight. London town trembles at the sight. Because tonight is her night....

Originally by Bad Brains I make decision with precision Lost inside this manned collision Just to see that what is to be Perfectly my fantasy I came to know with now dismay That in this world we all must pay Pay to write, pay to play Pay to cum, pay to figh...

Peggy came to me in my sleep In the middle of the night, On a friday night last week she whispered "hush child now don't be scared" I got me a few words of wisdom that I came back to share and she said It doesn't matter where you come from, It matters...

1,2,1,2,3 Well I guess I should confess that I am starting to get old All the latest music fads all passed me by and left me cold All the kids are talking slang I won't pretend to understand All my friends are getting married, mortgages and pension plans And...

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. Amelie lied to me, this was supposed to be easy. I found the one da...

They're coming out of the walls, they're coming up through the streets They're quicksilver wracked by some invisible beat And right outside of your door, the very stones come alive They are the spring in the step, the distant look in the eyes Put your Baudela...

Man, we used to be brothers Superheroes and warriors Cowboys and Indians, train drivers Everything rolling through the endless summers But everything changes You got married had children And I don't have your number The one I can remember is that place...

You're not as messed up as you think you are Your self absorption makes you messier Just settle down and you will feel a whole lot better Deep down you're just like everybody else She's not as pretty as she thinks she is Just picture her after she's had kids...

Blacking in and out in a strange flat in east London. Somebody I don’t really know just gave me something to help settle me down And to stop me from always thinking about you. And you know your life is heading in a questionable direction when you’re up for day...

I was walking home to my house through the snow from the station when Springsteen came clear in my headphones with a pertinent question Oh is love really real and can any of us hope for redemption? Or are we all merely biding our time down to lonely conclus...

Richard Divine made up his mind to take the last few steps to the bathroom door from his bedroom floor and to lock himself in. Steady young hands, meticulous plans, disposable razors and a blisterpack filled with strong sleeping pills, and a bath of hot water....

I have to admit that I am one of the many Who thought that a guitar would win him a lady. My teenage years, they were a feminine drought, And I thought that a serenade would help out. And it seemed to be working for a couple of years – I wrote a few songs and...

If I had been born two hundred years ago I would have been a sailor, and sailing I would go I’d sail around the Capes and across the seven seas and then back home If I had been born two hundred years ago And I would know the waters, and the waters would know...

Moving, keep moving, the tour never stops. In the light of petrol stations and cheap corner shops I have finally figured a list of the things that I've got, And the things that I'm not. I need you, I need you, I need you to care, When I'm moving it's soothing...