by Kedr Livanskiy feat. Martin Newell on album Ariadna
Tyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies. Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare h
by Martin Newell on album Songs from the Station Hotel
There were horses up on the hill There were horses up on the hill She remembered Watching them earlier on Silver they shone in the sun Watching them earlier on Silver they shone in the sun And a mist
by Martin Newell on album Songs from the Station Hotel
One summer evening falling When all the birds stop calling And pavements sparkle in the rain Your memory may uncover Some aspect of a lover Seen like a scarecrow from a train Drowned in all their drea
by Martin Newell on album Songs from the Station Hotel
Don't call today I'm not here Well not really, maybe I am I don't wanna talk to anyone now The black dog comes round And he hounds me Until I'm wondering blind And clouds have come down All over my mi
by Martin Newell on album Songs from the Station Hotel
Our homes go up in rows like Toblerones Next to the Colne As we are shown And the gardens are the stamps On the whole affair Styled with care As we're aware It's spring time Over the Georgian square I
by Martin Newell on album The Light Programme
Maybe it seems right Now I leave my change On your dressing table every night The days go by, the world spins on And I forget Just how I'd spend my time In Bohemian evenings Before the bombshell that
by Martin Newell on album The Light Programme
Maybe it seems right Now I leave my change On your dressing table every night The days go by, the world spins on And I forget Just how I'd spend my time In Bohemian evenings Before the bombshell that
by Martin Newell on album A Summer Tamarind
The black cloud's gone away The sun came out today The good time's here to stay And keep the blues at bay The city church bells chime The parking meters rhyme The pigeon up above Pretends to be a dove
by Martin Newell on album Lets Kiosk!
Long gone holiday Sat by the sea on a misty day I remember you Starfish, Caravan Sixpence a day to the deckchair man I will haunt your room To before and back again Spinning and Spining In orbit aro
by Martin Newell on album The Greatest Living Englishman
I'm going home for Christmas in suburbia Where the sodium lights are golden in the rain On the plastic and the chrome Of the people going home They will jingle-jangle by electric candlelight Christmas
by Martin Newell on album The Greatest Living Englishman
When I was young Dark were the trees Houses are now where there once were fields And summers were long The trains ran on steam I was a boy from the home counties "And don't drop your aitches" my mum