seasick steve - walking man

Is it really true 
That I've been fooled by you once again? 
Again!
The first time you thrilled me
 Last time nearly killed me 
I must be insane 
But here I go again 
Again!

Oh again and again and again and 
Here I go again!

Well my Ma told me tales 
About wolves and white whales and then
 I would ask for more
Coz I love to pretend 
I don't know how this ends 
But then you keep me in suspense 
And here I go again 
Again!

Oh again and again and again and …
… here I go again!

James Brute: Vocals & Guitar
Mat Martin: Guitar & Vocals
Dave Ferrett: Bass, Vocals & Percussion
Johnny Manning: Keyboard & Percussion
Fin Brown: Drums & Percussion

No Collective Title

Again (Again)

Well I feel like Don Quixote on mezcal and peyote
Taking on the windmills of my mind
With a bottle of chianti and my trusty Rocinante
Sancho Panza rides along behind
Sancho Panza, he rides along behind
Then swimming through my vision like some holy apparition
To the sound, the sound of distant drums
My eyes they wont believe me but my ears they don’t deceive me
Here she comes, here she comes, here she comes
Here she comes, here she comes, here she comes

As the fog it clears, I wake up in Ikea
With a bag and a bucket and a basket and a buggy and a bucket and a bin
And they rifle my possessions and start to ask me questions
Like who am I and where have I been?
Who am I and where have I been?
I traded beads for deeds of honour, she kept a bracelet on her
And there’s rings on all her fingers and her thumbs
Like the ghost of Poccahantas I swear she walks among us
Here she comes, here she comes, here she comes
Here she comes, here she comes, here she comes

I have been a thousand places, I have seen a thousand faces
But there’s only one, one that I hold dear
She has brought me to my senses, bust down walls, broke down fences
Now I see so brightly, now I see so clear
Now I see so brightly, now I see so clear
She speaks with the Orishas, she swims among the fishes
She feeds me figs and dates and oranges and plums
I’ve smoked her chillum, drunk her gourd
I’ve held her plastic sword
Here she comes, here she comes, here she comes
Here she comes, here she comes, here she comes

James Brute: Vocals & Guitar
Mat Martin: Guitar & Vocals
Dave Ferrett: Bass & Vocals
Johnny Manning: Keyboard & Percussion
Fin Brown: Drums & Vocals

Here She Comes

An acoustic version of a Paramore song. Don't bash the Scottish accent and download it :). Follow, share, send, love, laugh, hope, wish and smile. This is for my girlfriend, Lara. 

Paramore - The Only Exception Cover.

Fin Brown - Skinny Love (cover)

Music from Brett McCann and Findlay Brown, of the newly formed Branded Arms. 

Foster The People - Pumped Up Kicks. 
Foo Fighters - Everlong.
Pixies - Where Is My Mind?
Guns 'N' Roses - Sweet Child O' Mine. 

seasick steve - walking man

Findlay.W.Brown

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