The Poachers song based on Brian Clough's ill fated time as manager of Leeds United and a Sunday afternoon spent at Elland Road in August 1974.

The Ballad of Brian Clough

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Unknown album (28/01/2020 19:13:53)

Lay Me Down

Out of My Head (Black Dog)

Sacked from the paper round 
But you’ve got blue eyes 
And you tell a good story

I’d say he’s always game for a laugh
But don’t always expect him
To make Sunday dinner

The boy has got his head in the clouds
Floating along like a leaf on the river
But I have left my heart in the west

Thinking of a place
Somewhere by the sea
Watson’s on the case
Salt and Vinegar for me

Yesterday mid afternoon
I crossed the road the same as you
But I ended up with a smack in the face
Round the corner, Shandon Place

Tell me why must we hate?
And the love comes second place
This hullabaloo is no good for me
Too many people on Princes Street

Walked by the football ground
Floodlights reflect off the cracks in the pavement
But the news is all fake yet it’s good for a laugh
I’ve borrowed, I’m broke and still 2 weeks to go man
And I do admit we had a laugh
But that’s all it was and will ever be because
I will hide my head in the sand

Something about your face
And the railway line
It’s looking out of date
And so am I
In this time…

Early evening after school
Cup of tea with Auntie Rose
Newsround and Byker Grove
He kissed a boy it’s kicking off
And he’ll end up with a smack in the face
Just for feeling out of place

So tell me how are we beat?
And tell me when did we meet?
This hullabaloo is no good for you
Unlucky for me I’m still in too deep
Can’t find no peace

See all the people running around
Most seem lost, not many are found
Like my existence with you in my head
Get busy living or wait till I’m dead
For the most part I love it, it’s true
But I just want to forget about you
Forget about you

Get out of my head
Go and play your games somewhere else
It’s out of my hands
Like an occupating force on my land
Get out of my head
Go and play your games somewhere else
It’s out of my hands
This occupating force that I’ve got to get a hold on
But now I know it’s out of my hands

When we went out that winter morning
Feel the air clear under my breath
And now we have the time, the day is dawning
Through the wheat fields, uncertain minds
I climb the walls but the castle’s burming
Afraid to fall but I feel like flying
Well I’ve loved you all there’s no denying
But I can’t go on, inside I’m dying
Because I spend my days with those who do not speak
And now I’ve lost the will to live and to dream
But you son of a gun, I’m not beaten yet
Might be a million to one but I will place my bet
On this all working out for me and for you
Follow me
Follow you 
Follow me 
Follow you…

When I can’t take it I’ll get out of my head
Respect good people and it will take you far my friend
So I’m out of here, got my own thing to say
For every season, changes open your eyes and the way to your heart
From the street
To the sky
Past the trees
Over fields
Through the clouds
To the Sun, fly with me…fly with me…fly with me…fly with me

My name is…
My name is…
My name is…

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All songs written by Neil Donaldson and Seb Jonsen.

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