Call It UpYou filled me up, you fed me fruits like my Grandmas feeding
Now I've given up, those little skirmishes with love now there seems no reason,
my spirit's so very far away, but nows the season, to shout and call it up cos now you're my freedom
Call it up... And then fire come dance with passion
Call it up... And then we come bleed
Don't give up, call it up... Our spirit come hight of fassion
Flooded QuarryWell I followed my word and I followed my heart to you
And I walk these Welsh mountains
Going “damn Anna I'm feeling it true yeah”
And you saw me coming with this bomb strapped to me
Of these words and feelings that really even,
Just blow you apart yeah
And six months later we're just crying out
With these deep wells in our hearts
JCB SongWell, I'm rumblin' in this JCB.
I'm 5 years old and my dad's a giant sitting beside me.
And the engine rattles my bum like berserk
While we're singin, 'Don't forget your shovel if you want to go to work!'
My dad's probably had a bloody hard day
But he's been good fun and bubblin and jokin' away
And the procession of cars stuck behind
Long DistanceWell well well well well well
Well
I can't help singing once I'm moving
On a bike, plane or train
But there's something about this moving
That's been working on my brain
Love IsWe worked it out
Now we are home
Now angels sing to me
When IÂ’m alone
You make me cry
You make me sing
You make me love you
And start remembering that
Wash AwayAnd so your love sits down next to you,
and her body is cold and her lips are blue,
and this is our feeling that she was always warm to you,
she the one you're always singing to.
Oh, wash away, wash away,
the sound of all these sad days,
the sound of the wind blowing and,