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Everything In The Delicatessen

by tomhoustonmusic

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    Featuring 13 original compositions and 8 wonderful musicians. Artwork by 16sillyducks and design by Shone Storer. A great cross genre piece of songwriting from Scotland.

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1.
Alexandra staying Alexandra’s staying They’re not going to leave I saw them this morning When I took round the keys We talked of the weather The warmth in the breeze A thin veil of satin Which sings in the trees Alexandra’s staying There’s nowhere to go They went down to the river The river said no I don’t last forever My water is low Best not abandon The home that you know Alexandra’s staying Despite saying goodbye We can visit them later With our voices and wine I left the door open For those wanting to pry Hello Alexandra Is that you waiting inside Alexandra is staying They’re not going to leave I heard her calling So I went round to see I sat in the garden Then walked to the trees That’s where I found His voice in the breeze
2.
Boys 03:25
boys boys playing with balls flying with crows spitting at cars and coming to blows they like their tricks and shoot their sticks then take things apart to find out how they tick boys exploring the world hang about streets and chatting up girls, they’re finding their feet in a world of make believe by their mothers and fathers or maybe it’s the genes that turn their head maybe it’s the butter and not the bread it’s what they do not what’s been said it’s all in the balls and not the head men playing with balls going to work and building walls to protect them from other men with bigger walls than them or maybe it’s the genes that turn their head maybe it’s the butter and not the bread it’s what they do not what’s been said it’s all in the balls and not the head boys playing with balls flying with crows spitting at cars and coming to blows they like their tricks and shoot their sticks then take things apart to find out how they tick
3.
Heavy Felt 04:03
Heavy Felt Heavy Felt, hanging waiting With small tears where we pin it back Winter moths have had their wanting Six months between the cracks Warm now, lost in the flame Safe now, forever the same Forever the same Forever The darkness big as any haunting our small hopes where we pin it back The silence loud as any screaming Cries lost between the cracks Wait now, whenever the night Watch now, whatever in sight whatever the night Forever The wood is damp, the curtain closing Over rusty nails where we pin it back The first fire is always smoking Soot and ash between the cracks Warm now, lost in the flame Safe now, forever the same Forever the same Forever The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht Wi muckle faught and din. “Oh try an’ sleep, ye waukrife rogues, Your faither’s comin’ in.” They niver heed a word I speak, I try tae gie a froon, But aye I hap’ them up an’ cry “Oh, bairnies, cuddle doon!” Off to bed, time still ticking One more tale as we hold it back Candle light, moving, dancing flicking Through heavy felt, between the cracks dream now, footsteps on the path Sleep now They’re coming back They’re coming back forever
4.
Beach on the Edge of Time A freeze frame sheep in shock Not knowing what to follow Or how to lead Four black cows have taken over the road Crashed through the gate They are walking to the beach Holding a bright red balloon It’s our turn to party As the girl in the bikini is looking for a signal She is crouched on a rock typing out her message Hoping the connection is strong enough To send a picture Five motor homes have stopped for the night Waiting for the sun to set Watching The same dark wave crash onto the sand Rolling like thunder As the girl in the bikini is looking for a signal She is crouched on a rock typing out her message Hoping the connection is strong enough To send a picture And the ancient rock has seen it all before Although it can’t remember quite when Sand martins dance and dart through the dunes Too quick for the lens, but a WONDER on the I’m chasing time looking for the tribe That walk barefoot on the beach The water’s too cold to go for a swim At least that’s what I keep on telling my feet Then the girl in the bikini, who looks like Annais Mitchel Grabs hold of the bright red balloon The sheep move on the mountain and the mountain remembers And it isn’t a moment too soon Cause all around us the waves crash like thunder I’m sending you a picture of the scene As the sun sets on the beach
5.
Devils we are You wear my diamond ring I wear your frown You take my voice to sing I grind you down to the depths of your soul You say that we can’t survive But we take it once more down to the wire And in the heat of the flames realise There’s silence in fire silence in fire silence in fire You turn your shoulder round I drive the car You take the temperature down I take it one step too far And as we drive through the night You say ‘let’s dim the lights’ And we look at each other And realise There’s laughter in ice laughter in ice laughter in ice We book a room for the night In twin beds You say ‘it’s too late to fight’ But the scars still ring in our heads And as we lie in the dark Open the curtains and let in the stars And the frost on the window And the devils we are the devils we are the devils we are Silence in fire Laughter in ice And the devils we are
6.
Hide and Seek I I Am I Am Lost And it’s not my fault So come and find me Lay down your clubs Stop the game I’ve had enough There’s a waltz in the air There’s a foxtrot on the green Distant steps we’ve left behind Between the Shadow and the Dream Peeling Peeling it back All the flags on the land The work that we’ve done The roads that we’ve come The glue and the gun So show me the poison purse In your hand Nervous Too nervous to dance I am the machine A malevolent dream, in a binary trance There’s one last chance To show me that poison purse In your hand There’s a waltz in the air There’s a foxtrot on the green Distant steps we’ve left behind Between the Shadow and the Dream We We are We are here
7.
Salt and rope The age of steam Five fathoms away We ride the trade winds of our fate The gold is deep But death lies close Our families closer still So Tonight we bless the salt and rope That will lead us home We trade in men We trade in freedom We give them wool And bring back silk For god and country For our nation And for our children's health So tonight we bless the salt and rope That will bring us home Break out the rum roll the spices Keep your coffee sweet We are the lifeblood of the empire The sailors of the fleet The age of man Five fathoms away We drill the seabed for black gold Two weeks on And two weeks off And for our children’s wealth So tonight we bless the salt and rope That will lead us Heave away Haul Away No wind in our sails today And the first mate was woken By the silence of the sea Break out the rum And roll the spices Keep your coffee sweet (x3) Break out the rum And roll the spices Give your coffee hope We are the lifeblood of the empire The salt and the rope
8.
Everything in the Delicatessen We run to the wall And stop and the gate I peer through the lock Catch a glimpse of our fate With fire in our lungs And smoke in our hearts We turn from the world We’re ripping apart And we learn to sleep standing up We nod towards the oxygen gasp We’ve tasted everything in the delicatessen And we’re rolling on the road to Armageddon There’s a babe in my arms She’s hungry and cold I look into her eyes She’s six months old She smiles at her dad As I sing an old song Alive alive o We live to hold on And we learn to sleep standing up We nod towards the oxygen gasp We’ve tasted everything in the delicatessen And we’re rolling on the road to Armageddon Some days are so dark And the hurting so deep I’m down through the bone where dreams and ghosts meet so i search for the song and i reach for the smile and the look in your eyes that says take the next mile And we learn to sleep standing up We nod towards the oxygen gasp We’ve tasted everything in the delicatessen And we’re rolling on the road to Armageddon
9.
Wee Song 01:49
Wee song Out of the stillness a movement is born Say hello to the dance Say hello to the song Give thanks to the silence And the whispering crack Hold onto the moment then give it back Do you here it calling It doesn’t last long close your eyes I’ll give you the song You too can whisper And sing in the night Don’t look for the ending Till one comes in sight I can’t say it’s magic, but it does cast a spell We get something from nothing It’s that sort of well You don’t need a bucket You don’t need a rope It starts with a ripple And ends with this note
10.
Distracted 03:57
Distracted Breathing I am breathing it in I am free in my skin I am Here Trying I am trying to climb I am trying to get somewhere Broken like a rag doll Short on sympathy No one loves a no one Unless I can convince you With my fantasy Distracted by the smell in the room By that strange perfume That says you are here Distracted by the songs on the shelf By the stories they tell Half vinyl half dream Distracted by the ghosts in the air By that sixties affair And the final scene Broken like a rag doll Short on sympathy No one loves a no one Unless I can convince you With my fantasy Breathing I am breathing it in I am free in my skin I am Here
11.
bones of birth Say hello to the bones of birth Breathe them in and cry May pain and pleasure teach you when To lie low and when to fly Find your path with a playful dance Make those moves your own Search out songs that set you free And bring comfort to your home And when doubts rise up inside Start to take control See the world as it really is Don’t let fear eat your soul You can spread wings I will take flight We will sing songs Into the morning light
12.
Books and Covers I may I may be I maybe B I may be wrong (but I doubt it)
13.
Hanging on like Salt Joanne is taking you down to the water Where you can taste salt on the shore La la la la You’ve been writing songs again Phoning up your boozing friends And staring at your electric violin Dusting off your Old CDs Sailing on your Autumn breeze And shaving the grey stubble on your chin And the embers of your fire are still glowing There’s a frisky little itch inside your skin And there’s something in your smile that’s all knowing It’s never too late to begin You’ve got nothing all that new to say Mixing metaphors with tired clichés But what else do you expect from a song Country music and rock and roll Always was a Sunday stroll Stringing three chords out there where they belong And the embers of your fire are still glowing There’s a frisky little itch inside your skin And there’s something in smile that’s all knowing It’s never too late to begin break Your fans still love your voice You’re their number one by choice Even though you’ve been silent for years Something made you fade away And the more you fought it the more it stayed Hanging on like salt hangs in tears And the embers of your fire are still glowing There’s a frisky little itch inside your skin And there’s something in smile that’s all knowing It’s never too late to begin Joanne is taking you down to the water Where you can taste salt on the shore La la la la Joanne is taking you down to the water Where you can taste salt on the shore La la la la

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released October 6, 2023

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tomhoustonmusic Tillicoultry, UK

Tom Houston releases his sixth studio Album in October 2023.
Everything in the Delicatessen.



Tom lives in Central Scotland and was songwriter of note on BBC Scotland's Iain Anderson's show in 2017.

He is also a regular on Tom Robinson's BBC Introducing Mixtape

'Extraordinary' Tom Robinson 2022
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