Can't Be Late

by Undying Heads

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1.
The start of the journey Is the part of the journey That I like the best I will start a new journey I will start a new journey Each and every day Every day The first step is the hardest The first step is the hardest That I have to take I will not let myself rest I will not let myself rest I will not let myself rest Till that step is made Step is made There are questions to be answered There are questions to be answered I know it’s a test I will answer those questions I will answer those questions I will answer those questions To my best To my best The start of the journey Is the part of the journey The start of the journey Is the part of the journey The start of the journey Is the part of the journey The start of the journey Is the part of the journey That I like the best
2.
Cliff Walks 03:20
The death of hope, gone to waste Lost my taste for believing Must be me, cos I can see Nothing else has changed The sky is grey, the sun is grey My skin is grey in places People pass, they are grey I don’t even see their faces Cliff walks the fragile edge Fragile eggshell hits the ledge Cracks on impact, stresses end For a while you’re in denial The price of love, is pain Pain is the price of love Deeper the one Sharper the other
3.
It was hard, it was bitter and it wasn’t ripe The apple I took from the tree of life It was slippy and scaly with those wicked eyes The snake in the tree of paradise I could have waited till the apple fell But then the snake would have no tale to tell The tale got told, the hearts did harden Into an exit sign, I left the garden I hurried on down my chosen path I could not take it slow And I soon realised That the more you know The more you know you don’t know I was wearing a fig leaf to hide my nature When somebody caught my eye I tried to keep working, tried to keep my head down But I was soon pointing up at the sky I tried to keep working, tried to keep my head down Instead I said have you time for a song The song got sung, and her right there with me Soon she was singing along I hurried on down my chosen path I could not take it slow I soon realised That the more you know The more you know you don’t know I was picking some blossom under the sun That shines equally for everyone It shines down on us from the heavens above How can a flower be wrong? I was threatened with a bullet in the night To stop me dead in full flight I saw this pathetic display of might How can a gun be right? I hurried on down my chosen path I could not take it slow I soon realised That the more you know The more you know you don’t know I hurried on down my chosen path I could not take it slow I soon realised That the more you know The more you know you don’t know Well I soon realised That the more you know The more you know you do not know
4.
Drinking beer for breakfast, lunch and dinner too I ain’t been eating so well, now I’m not cooking for you My clothes are falling apart just like my head and my heart sometimes Oh I feel, feel like I’m going down When my ship comes in When my ship, when my ship, when my ship comes in I’ll probably miss it the shape I’m in I’ll miss it the shape I’m in I’ll miss that ship when that ship comes in I’ll miss it again and again and again Down the road thinking of, the times gone by From down this low it’s hard to believe that I was ever up so high The rain, the wind, the cold, I’m sitting on this rocky shore I just can’t seem to pick myself off the floor When my ship comes in When my ship, when my ship, when my ship comes in I’ll probably miss it the shape I’m in I’ll miss it the shape I’m in I’ll miss that ship when that ship comes in I’ll miss it again and again and again Drinking beer, drinking beer all of the time Drinking beer all of the time All I remember is you, when you closed the door I just cannot pick myself off the floor When my ship comes in When my ship, when my ship, when my ship comes in I’ll probably miss it the shape I’m in I’ll miss it the shape I’m in I’ll miss that ship when that ship comes in I’ll miss it again and again and again
5.
The hate says more about the hater than the hated The take says more about the taker than the taken And I, I am not blind, I see it all We live in American space Blind to Kashmir, eyeless in Gaza And I, I am not blind, I see it all The internet is a weapon On us the war they wage Invented by the military of Amerikay And I don't trust those cunts, not at all The internet of hate The hack the leak the fake Anti-social social media Cunts calling cunts cunts And I, I am not blind, I see it all We live in American space We live in American space We live in American space We live in American space And I, I am not blind, I see it all The hate says more about the hater than the hated Hate says more about the hater than the hated Hate says more about the hater than the hated Hate says more about the hater than the hated
6.
Got the jail pallor cos I’ve been inside I ain’t seen nothing of the sweet sunshine Some time spent in the penitentiary Kept me away from the 21st century Godfather, mother fucker, man-made law We’re all locked up and lacking in love Got no faith in nothing above Cos I’m a dead loss me Don’t cross me My tattooed tears mark me As a man too tough to cry Hardened and tempered by killing I will live my life inside Some say they respect me But I know they’s just afraid They call me the king of the cage And that’s my shame Reputation counts the baddest of the bad That’s me, fucking mad Come here give me that Cos I’m a dead loss me Don’t cross me There is dishonour among thieves And rapists and killers You might turn the other cheek But don’t you ever turn your back And don’t attack, attack, attack There must be a way To reach some mother’s son And some who have no one And some who have no one Me I’m looking forward The time stretches ahead Every day is gonna be the same Every day is gonna be the same Every day is gonna be the same Every day is gonna be the same Cos I’m a dead loss me Don’t cross me
7.
Where do we go to from here? Who’s gonna throw the first stone? What’s gonna keep us at home? Waiting for prophecy to be fulfilled And served chilled Where is the red hot fire of rage? Like you used to see in the old days I’m talking two two seventy two Dublin city Two two seventy two burn it up If the free press is so free Why do they all say the same thing? Tell the same stories, sell the same worries Raise misfits over mystics, sinners over saints Silencing complaints, ensuring compliance Disappearing stories about disappearing planes Disappearing, disappearing, where’d it go? I will make myself sick, if I can’t let this go I will make myself sick, if I can’t let things flow Let it flow, let it flow, let it flow, let it flow Let it flow, and let it flower, and let it flower, and let it flow and let it go Where do we go to from here? Where do we go to from here? Where do we go to from here? Where do we go to from here?
8.
They say we’re running out of time Looks to me like it goes on forever It’s all mixed up with space and light and stuff Oh they tell me it’s really hard to measure Yeh, yeh, yeh… Yeh, yeh, yeh Yeh, yeh, yeh… Yeh, yeh, yeh Ate a clock at half past seven, now I can’t tell the time But I have it on my hands, when my hands are mine When my hands are mine, when my hands are mine Gotta make some time to do my updates Updating takes up all my time Never hesitate to do your updates Cos you can’t be late, you can’t be late, you can’t be late Yeh, yeh, yeh… Yeh, yeh, yeh Yeh, yeh, yeh… Yeh, yeh, yeh Ate a clock at half past seven, now I can’t tell the time But I have it on my hands, when my hands are mine When my hands are mine, when my hands are mine Ain’t got no time for space in my life Ain’t got no space for time in my life Ain’t got no time, no space, no life at all Ain’t got no space for time in my life Yeh, yeh, yeh… Yeh, yeh, yeh Yeh, yeh, yeh… Yeh, yeh, yeh Eight o’clock at half past seven, now I can’t tell the time But I have it on my hands, when my hands are mine When my hands are mine, when my hands are mine
9.
I heard this story in the nineteen seventies That we could stop the bomb with a hundred monkeys I went down to the sea, my fruit to wash The beach was more crowded than Hieronymus Bosch Been too busy, made a mess Tarmac, concrete, all the stress We can get by with a whole lot less Been too busy, made a mess, made a mess With metal and petrol go fast and far Set a new land speed record with your racing car Criss cross the sky with your aeroplanes Terrify the hippies with the old chem trails Been too busy, made a mess Tarmac, concrete, all the stress We can get by with a whole lot less Been too busy, made a mess, made a mess The cranes lift the buildings up into the sky The people in the penthouse they are getting so high Think they’re all safe like a rabbit in a hutch They don’t feel nothing cos they’re way out of touch Been too busy, made a mess Tarmac, concrete, all the stress We can get by with a whole lot less Been too busy, made a mess, made a mess The sea is gonna rise, the sun is gonna burn There is no escape, we can all take turns Living in a bubble it will do no good You’ll never survive without water or food Been too busy, made a mess Tarmac, concrete, all the stress We can get by with a whole lot less Been too busy, made a mess, made a mess Future students of archaeology Will be so confused by the daily billion selfies People so obsessed with looking at themselves Never realised we were living in hell Been too busy, made a mess Tarmac, concrete, all the stress We can get by with a whole lot less Been too busy, made a mess, made a mess Slow down, slow it down Slow down, we are going down
10.
247365 04:41
We’ve got music, we’ve got love We’ve got food to share with you We’ve got wheels upon the road We’ve got the will to make them roll 247365 always pulsing and alive 247365 pulsing and alive, oh yeh I heard the booming fairy canon Roaring in Bundoran, the water is alive Up at the falls, down in Glencar We have seen the fairies fly 247365 always pulsing and alive 247365 pulsing and alive, we’re alive Pakistani boys, dancing in a circle It’s like Bollywood down our street All the little kids, involuntary motion They are moving to the beat 247365 always pulsing and alive 247365 pulsing and alive, we’re alive Hey let’s try a different way Things are gonna go, so much better today Here’s what we’re gonna do I just want to have some fun with you I just want to have some fun with you I just want to have some fun 247365 always pulsing and alive 247365 pulsing and alive, oh yeh
11.
The universe will provide Has been my guide for some time now Let’s enjoy the ride Enjoy the ride We ain’t got much What we got we share Living by the code of the road We’re moving round Here there and everywhere Hobo ain’t carrying no load We’re looking rough and ready The rougher the better Never underestimate your hobo man Only half awake and just half dressed And still half drunk Hobo life is the life for me We ain’t got much What we got we share Living by the code of the road We’re moving round Here there and everywhere Hobo ain’t carrying no load I have never cared to sit in chairs In which old kings have sat Or to wear their crown upon my head To replace my hat Don’t touch my head Don’t touch my hat I will not doff my cap To you We ain’t got much What we got we share Living by the code of the road We’re moving round Here there and everywhere Hobo ain’t carrying no load I got my hands in my pockets And the old rogues eloquent prose Recognising a superior in no-one That’s how it goes Hobo life is the life Hobo life is the life Hobo life is the life for me We ain’t got much What we got we share Living by the code of the road We’re moving round Here there and everywhere Hobo ain’t carrying Hobo ain’t carrying Hobo ain’t carrying no load

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released July 23, 2019

Recorded in our van using power from the sun!

Remastered and engineered by Frank.

© Ryder Road Records 2019

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Undying Heads

Undying Heads are Frank Ryder, singer songwriter from Dublin on Mandola & Guitar and singer Sam Wilkinson from Cirencester on Mandola, Bodhran & Percussion. They play an eclectic mix of original acoustic folk music as well as the occasional cover. They have released two albums and one EP to date. Their music takes influences from many sources. Read more on their website. ... more

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