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Kisses On A Plate (Antony Harding 2011)

 

Oh I’ll pick all the apples from the tree till I find the one good enough for you to eat.

Singing songs you’ll have never heard, singing them to you like a Blackbird. And if I drink till I cannot walk straight well I’ll still see you home to the garden gate. Giving you kisses on a plate, sweet kisses oh it’s not too late. Sweet kisses on a plate, sweet kisses oh it’s not too late. Oh the trouble with getting older the temper grows quicker and the shoulder colder. And you realise you’ve no more time to waste, so leave those dishes and come and have a taste, of these kisses on a plate, sweet kisses oh it’s not too late. Sweet kisses on a plate, sweet kisses oh it’s not too late, kisses on a plate, sweet kisses oh it’s not too late. Sweet kisses on a plate, sweet kisses oh it’s not too late, it’s not too late, it’s not too late.

 

 On the CD album, The Birds Sing Goodnight To You And Me, WWNBB Collective (ITALY 2012). 

heading home by ANT
heading home by ANT

Heading Home (Antony Harding 2006)

 

We’re heading home with sand in our shoes with sunburnt cheeks and dusty jeans. We keep our sleepy eyes on the white lines on the road through the black of the summer night driving home. We’re heading home with grass in our hair with aching limbs and healthy hearts. We keep our sleepy eyes out for animals on the road through the black of the summer night driving home. We’re heading home with sand in our shoes with sunburnt cheeks and dusty jeans. We keep our sleepy eyes on the white lines on the road through the black of the summer night driving home. We’re heading home with grass in our hair with aching limbs and healthy hearts. We keep our sleepy eyes out for animals on the road through the black of the summer night driving home.

 

On the CD album, Footprints Through The Snow, Homesleep Records (ITALY 2006)

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Walk With No Real Place to Go (Antony Harding 2015)

 

Walk with no real place to go down city streets to country roads, heart beats fast footsteps slow, walk with no real place to go. Hold on tight and don’t let go, you should have walked years ago. Heavy heart, heavy soul, walk with no real place to go. Down city streets to country roads, against the rain and wind that blows, at your age you should know, walk with no real place to go. Walk with no real place to go down city streets to country roads, heart beats fast, footsteps slow, walk with no real place to go. Hold on tight and don’t let go, you should have walked years ago. Heavy heart, heavy soul, walk with no real place to go. Down city streets to country roads, against the rain and wind that blows, at your age you should know, walk with no real place to go. Down city streets to country roads, against the rain and wind that blows, at your age you should know, walk with no real place to go.

 

On the CD album, By The Yellow Sea, We Were Never Being Boring collective, (ITALY 2015)

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Magpies (Antony Harding 2009)

 

All we see are magpies these days. We chased all the pretty little songbirds away. Took their homes and changed their ways, now all we see are magpies these days. Who’ll be singing in the morning come the first days of spring? Who’ll be giving the warning to take to the wing and sing sing? All we hear are magpies these days. A silent spring can’t be that far away. Stole their seasons, changed their ways, now all we hear are magpies these days. Who’ll be bringing in the morning come the first days of spring? Who’ll be giving the warning to take to the wing and sing sing? Who’ll be singing in the morning come the first days of spring? Who’ll be giving the warning to take to the wing and sing sing sing?

 

On the CD mini-album, These Long Dark Country Roads, Acuarela Discos, (SPAIN 2009)