Painted sky in the morning
Mirror calm, the water glistens
Swallows fly in the updrafts
And the ice begins to thaw underfoot
Softly starting the big reveal

Out of the winters ire the spring arrives
After the endless dark, a light is shining
Out of a silent world, the sounds of life
All of a symphony
They combine to say
What words can't convey

Yellow stars in the woodland
Dappled sun, the trees are waking
All around a renewal
And my senses tell me now is the time
Ready for the big reveal

Out of the winters ire the spring arrives
After the endless dark, a light is shining
Out of a silent world, the sounds of life
All of a symphony
They combine to say
What words can't convey

Ready for the big reveal

Music: The Memory Club
Lyric and Vocals: Ian Collins

Doctor help me from myself
You got to turn me into someone else
This old world has got me down
And I can't stand the way I am

Doctor please cure me from my ills
There must be something in those pills
Something's really very wrong
Give me something make it strong

Something is broken
Deep inside
Doctor please
Make me feel alive

Give me something
Give me something
Make it strong

Dr tell me
Tell me true
Is there something
You can do?

Can you heal me
Make me whole
I feel so empty
In my soul

Brother I thank you for your love
But I'm not sure it will be enough
Somethings really very wrong
Pour me something make it strong

Something is broken
Deep inside
Doctor please
Make me feel alive

Can you heal me
Make me whole
I feel so empty
In my soul

Doctor help me from myself
You got to turn me into someone else

Doctor help me from myself
You got to turn me into someone else

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Music and Lyrics
The Memory Club

Here I am in the middle of my room
And I don't know which way to turn.
I see the flames at the edge of the room
As the pages start to burn.

I need to move but there's nowhere to go
And my limbs won't respond in time
There's a face that I think I should know
And maybe that face is mine.

All of these memories
Slip away like leaves on the breeze.
Like leaves on a breeze

Another day …
A stranger in our home
Will she even know my name?
Lord I feel so alone.

But then she'll touch my hand
That familiar smile.
How are you today old man?
And I'm safe again for a while

There's a darkness under the stairs
That draws me closer in.
I hear the music, the echoes of the past
Through the turmoil that's within

I see a girl, there's tears as she smiles.
But she's holding onto my hand.
Her name is there, but then it's gone.
I hope she'll understand.

All of these memories
Slip away like leaves on the breeze.
Then you touch my hand
And the storm is gone for a while.
Like leaves on a breeze.

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Music and Lyrics: Lynn Lister
Lead Vocal: Duncan Butler
Backing vocal and Orchestration: Ian Collins

I read it on my phone
So there can be no denial
All the prejudicial thoughts
That I have held a while

Are Truth
Are Truth

I never held a job
But they have come to take it from me
Don’t pay for my kids
Don’t pay any taxes

Is the truth

I shared it all on-line
Without me checking it was true
Because it reinforced my racism and
Prejudicial views

But you’re not a patriot
By wearing a flag
A soldier of ignorance
Barely a man

The inconvenient truth
Is you made nothing of your youth
And you are angry.

I never asked for handouts
I don’t want your charity
I only take the jobs
That are beneath your dignity

Truth
It’s the truth

And you’re not a patriot
A disgrace to that flag
And those who died for
The rights of every man

The inconvenient truth
Is I look nothing like you do
And that makes you angry.

The inconvenient truth
Is you made nothing of your youth
And you are angry.

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Music and Lyrics: Lynn Lister
Lead Vocal and guitar: Duncan Butler
Orchestration: Ian Collins

Nightfall and the people fill the streets of this old town
Bar crawl, the music plays
A dram kick starts the evening
Or Gordon’s got the tonic
A cure for all the rattles in your mind

Ain’t no problem, it goes down easy
At the party it feels so good

High time, you wish that you could feel like this forever
Old wine, you take some more
The best of good intentions
Stumbles to the floor
A nightcap and then one more for the road

Ain’t no problem, it goes down easy
But it’s late now, it’s time to stop

Hard rain; when the morning comes it seems so unforgiving
Freight train is in your head
A time to make a promise
A resolution clear
The first day of the rest of this old life

That’s the problem, it goes down easy
In the morning it kicks back hard

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Lyrics, lead vocal and sax: Ian Collins
Guitars: Duncan Butler Bass and Keyboards: Lynn Lister

I left Texas when I was seventeen
An old guitar and an older dream
Hitch hiked to Nashville with my bundle of songs
A little money but it didn't last long

A million miles a million roads
I travelled far to sing my songs
Always searching never still
Find a place where I belong

A place where I belong
A place where I belong

South of Georgia, highway eighty three
Seaside village she calls to me
Deep green water and the sky is so blue
Two more hours and I'm home to you

The night is dark, the road is long
White lines flash till I can't see
I've been to New York and Tennessee
They don't mean that much to me

There not where I want to be
There not where I want to be

South of Georgia, highway eighty three
Seaside village she calls to me
Deep green water and the sky is so blue
Two more hours and I'm home to you

Crazy people leading this fine State
You just got to get beyond their hate
Let teachers teach leave their books in place
In sun and sand find hope and grace

South of Georgia, highway eighty three
Seaside village she calls to me
Deep green water and the sky is so blue
Two more hours and I'm home to you

Two more hours, home to you
Two more hours, home to you
Two more hours, home to you
Oh don't you hear her calling now

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Music, lyrics lead vocal: Lynn Lister
Guitar and backing vocal: Duncan Butler
Harmonica: Ian Collins

I might be lost in the desert and never find my way
I might cry out for Jesus, don't know how to pray
I've been there I know how that feels
Lost in the sand, all you can taste is the ocean

I don't care if he hears my prayers
I just want to be free of emotions

All this time waiting for a saviour
I'm looking for the signs
Missing all the miracles happening
Right in front of my eyes

I've been blind but now am blessed
With second sight and must confess my sins
(there's plenty of them!)

Look at me baby on my knees
Hoping for mercy begging you please
Thinking of turning to water from wine
And leaving the desert behind

I lay my hands on the righteous and leave old nick behind
I'll walk the path to sunlight and there repent my crime
Bathe in the warmth cooled by the breeze
Lost in my thoughts all I can hear is the ocean

I walked too long in the desert, and no-one heard my prayers
It took the sun to help me burn away the layers
I was lost but found salvation
Not in the sands but in the words of your lessons

I just need you to take my hands
And sit while you hear my confession
(forgive me sister for I have sinned)

Look at me baby on my knees
Hoping for mercy begging you please
Thinking of turning to water from wine
And leaving the desert behind

Look at me baby on my knees
Hoping for mercy begging you please
Thinking of turning to water from wine
And leaving the desert behind

Music:The Memory Club
Lyric and Vocal: Duncan Butler

Grace and forgiveness
Grace and forgiveness

Don’t think I’m strong enough
To bear this wait
Don’t think I’ve got my life together
And I believe arrogance
Just runs in my blood
I never know when its time to
Shut your mouth and listen
And I’m just the fool who
Painted the walls when the roof was falling in

No not strong enough
To take it back
To pull you close and say forgive me
Take some time and just
Shut my mouth and listen
Instead of being that fool who
Painted the walls when the roof was falling in

Let the rain fall on my stupid head
Wash away this pain
I am humbled I am ready to receive
Your grace, your forgiveness

grace, and forgiveness
grace, and forgiveness

Your grace and goodness is mine
And I am not gonna waste it
This time

I’m humbled and ready to learn

I know I’m not strong enough
But If you can wait
I promise I’ll get my life together

To pull you close and say forgive me
Take some time and just
Shut my mouth and listen
I’m just a fool who
Painted the walls when the roof was falling in

Grace, and forgiveness
Grace, and forgiveness

Your grace and goodness is mine
And I am not gonna waste it
This time
I’m humbled and ready to learn

Music: The Memory Club
Lyrics and vocal: Duncan Butler
Backing vocal: Ian Collins

Staring at my feet
So I don't chance to catch your eye
Cos if say I hadn't noticed
Its a lie

I like the way you smile
at me I must confess
and I have seen your curves
beneath that flowing dress

But thats not my story
Thats not the kind of man
that I was born to be
Thats ain't the life I chose to lead

That's not my Story
Women write the book and know
Exactly how it ends
Right here with my love

Talking and its always you
that seems to get my drift
But inside I always know
That I won't shift

It only takes one careless
feeling that you get
and then it grows into
a lifetime of regret

But thats not my story
Thats not the kind of man
that I was born to be
Thats ain't the life I chose to lead

That's not my Story
Women write the book and know
Exactly how it ends
Right here with my love

But thats not my story
Thats not the kind of man
that I was born to be

Staring at my feet
So I don't chance to catch your eye
Cos if say I hadn't noticed
Its a lie

But thats not my story

Lyrics and Vocals: Ian Collins
Guitar and backing vocal:Duncan Butler
Bass and percussion: Lynn Lister

Tell me all your secrets
I'll tell you mine
Show me all your weakness
I promise to be kind

Leave them on the table
Like broken glass and wine
Cutting through the silence
We've carried all this time

You don't have to hide
The scars you wear
I've got my own
Maybe we could share

Loves just a war that we try not to lose
Surrender slowly and pick your bruise
Trace all my cracks like sacred lines
Tell me your secrets and I'll tell you mine

And I'll tell you mine

I build my walls with careful stones
Still you found cracks I'd never shown
So if we shatter let it be
Not breaking down but breaking free

Tell me all your shadows
Stay through the night
We don't need the answers
Just a little light

Let the silence tremble
We've both been here before
Hearts like hidden doorways
Still hoping to restore

And you don't have to speak
If words wont come
I hear the truth
In what you run from

Loves not a fire, it's smoke and flame
It hurts the most when you call my name
But I'd break again to feel you near
Tell me your secrets - I'll always hear

I'll always hear

Music and lyrics: Lynn Lister:
Vocal and lead guitar: Duncan Butler
Percussion and production: Ian Collins

What am I to do with all these
Missing Endings
Where am I to rest these
Tired bones

I find myself in a critical mess
And no point pretending
I don't know how to be alone

Where am I to go without my
Sense of direction
All my navigation now is blind

I find myself at a turn in the road
No point pretending
I don't know where my future lies

I can't find the right words
To finish the sentence I started
They all lead inextricably down
To an ending I dont want to read

Young hearts should fly
Away to the setting sun
Not find themselves
Unexpectedly lost
in a missing ending

What am I to do with all these
Missing Endings
Where am I to rest these
Tired bones

I find myself in a critical mess
And no point pretending
I don't know how to be alone

I can't find the right words
To finish the sentence I started
They all lead inextricably down
To an ending I dont want to read

Young hearts should fly
Away to the setting sun
Not find themselves
Unexpectedly lost
in a missing ending

Music: Memory Club
Vocal and Lyric: Duncan Butler

Born into this World so softly
Unaware of the storm
While it rages on the outside
You sleep, my love
But I have heard the silent whisper in the dark
And now it seems we dare to hope

New light, creeping through my window pane at the dawn
So bright. shining all across this land where you were born

All this talk of war in dark rooms
They make their moves
Currencies of fear and hunger
A trade, a deal
But when I see this tiny life in front of me
I feel a rising sense of hope

New light, creeping through my window pane at the dawn
So bright. shining all across this land where you were born

Lyric and Vocal: Ian Collins
Music: Lynn Lister:
Backing vocal: Duncan Butler