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Sometimes I think I’m dreaming
And the World outside just doesn’t seem real
Sometimes I feel I’m falling
Thru’ the colours of night and the hope of day.
And sometimes, I just want to wake up
‘feel the Sun and the light of a brand new day
And always, I hope I’ll see you
To find some comfort in the things you say.
Of all the colours
I can choose from
I’ll pick the one
That shows me you.
And if I ever, think I’ losing
I’ll hold on tight to all I have
To the memories of the good times
To the simmering light out on the wave
My World is like the ocean
It ebbs and flows and never keeps still
And sometimes, it might brew a storm
But I’m holding fast, and I always will.
Of all the colours
I can choose from
I’ll pick the one
That shows me you.
Tony Floyd Kenna - 2012.
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San Sabastian
In San Sabastian,
by the sea
We Spent the Summer
You and me.
We drank Spanish wine
And ate our fill
Our hearts entwined
We had time to kill.
In San Sabastian
By the sea
We spent that Summer
You and me.
The days were endless
And the nights were long
It was like a Paradise
Where we belong
In San Sabastian
By the sea
We thought forever
You and me.
In San Sabastian
By the sea
We thought forever
You and me.
But storm clouds came
We washed ashore
With hearts apart
There was love no more.
In San Sabastian
There by the sea
We took our leave
You and me.
In San Sabastian
by the sea
We took our leave
You and me.
By Valerie Bowe & Tony Floyd Kenna 2012.
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When the storm has passed and you got home at last
How i miss you
And when all has been said, i regret what’s in my head
How i miss you
It seems like a million miles now
I never thought we would make it
And if you just want to close your eyes now
Days were dark, nights were long
My thoughts were lost. I couldn’t hear your song
What might have been, where had you gone
Doesn’t matter now, after the storm
The mystery of life, the jealousy and strife
I thought love was supposed to be true
The joy you give to me, to my very core I can see
How I miss you
So many things to get started
Another chance is what we needed
Forget all the times we were parted
Days were dark, nights were long
My thoughts were lost. I couldn’t hear your song
What might have been, where had you gone
Doesn’t matter now, after the storm
Words by Tony Floyd Kenna & Jed McConkey.
Music by Jed McConkey.
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Done My Time
I’ve done the crime
Now I’ve goin’a do the time
I’ve done the crime
Now I’ve goin’a do the time
But nobody’s gonna tell me
That my life ain’t mine.
I worked all my life
I worked for thirty years
I worked all my life
I worked for thirty years
& then one day they fired me
I was close to tears.
I lost my home
Lost my family too
I lost my home
Lost my family too
Saw some money on the counter
Didn’t know what to do
It won’t be too long
Before they let me out
It won’t be too long
Before they let me out
Gonna run to the ocean
Gonna scream and shout
I done the crime
Now I’ve done my time
I done the crime
Now I’ve done my time
Now freedom is the thing
That tells me life is mine.
Words and music by Tony Floyd Kenna August 2010
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BOUGHT & SOLD
There’s a girl on the streets
She’s someone’s daughter
A sister, a mother
‘She knows she oughta
Give it all up, give it a break
But she’s been bought and sold
It seems too late.
There’s a child at home
Lookin’ down the street
Will his mother come soon ?
He needs something to eat
He finished his school work
And he longs for a hug
He just can’t understand
There’s no milk in the jug.
Bought and sold…
When she’s worn out and faded
Puts the key in the door
Tries to bring on a smile
‘She hears his feet on the floor
It’ll soon be his birthday
They might watch some T.V.
Spend a day with each other
And pretend they are free.
It said in the papers
A girl was found dead
At the side of the park
From a blow to the head
Seems she tried to get out
Tried to give it a break
But she’d been bought and sold
It was just too late.
Bought and sold…..
Now the boy is grown up
‘He still wonders why
She just couldn’t make it
Why she had to die
He had a hard life
Goin’ from home to home
And sometimes he felt like
He was bought and sold.
Bought & sold….
Sometimes he wishes….
Words and music by Tony Floyd Kenna.
Copyright January 2012.
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Alison
Alison sits on the bridge
Her hair un brushed,
Her clothes unwashed
Feeling tired and feeling hungry
Her eyes show little hope
‘You have to move along now’
Says the man from the council
‘You can’t be in public view
Or the newspapers will see you’
So, She shuffles down the street
Cold, beyond unwanted
Looking for a corner
Where the World, won’t find her
Alison,
Daughter of our Nation
Alison,
Sister to us all
Alison,
Why does nobody want you?
Alison, Alison,
Don’t cry.
Alison tries to get some sleep
Wrapped in cardboard boxes
Her boots have holes, you can see her feet
I wonder, will she make it?
Words & music by Tony Floyd Kenna © 2010
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HEART IN A BOX.
Well, she threw me a line
But I kept sailing by
Guess she couldn’t figure
And she kept asking why
But I ain’t doin’ that
I ain’t feeling her love, no more.
Yeah, I have no place to rest
And no place like home
But I’m feeling cool
Now I’m in my zone
Don’t tell me you care
‘Cause I know that you don’t, I know.
So put my heart in a box
Put the key on ice
Gotta cut to the core
‘Cause it’s not very nice
There’s just nothing to give
Nothing to share no more.
Well’ if she calls me up
I won’t think twice
I won’t say hello
I won’t hear her voice
‘Cause she’s got nothing to give
She’s nothing left, for me.
So put my heart in a box
Put the key on ice
Gotta cut to the core
‘Cause it’s not nice
There’s nothing to give
There’s nothing to share no more.
Words and music by Tony Floyd Kenna.
Copyright 6/7/12.
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Sometimes I think I’m dreaming
And the World outside just doesn’t seem real
Sometimes I feel I’m falling
Thru’ the colours of night and the hope of day.
And sometimes, I just want to wake up
‘feel the Sun and the light of a brand new day
And always, I hope I’ll see you
To find some comfort in the things you say.
Of all the colours
I can choose from
I’ll pick the one
That shows me you.
And if I ever, think I’ losing
I’ll hold on tight to all I have
To the memories of the good times
To the simmering light out on the wave
My World is like the ocean
It ebbs and flows and never keeps still
And sometimes, it might brew a storm
But I’m holding fast, and I always will.
Of all the colours
I can choose from
I’ll pick the one
That shows me you.
Tony Floyd Kenna - 2012.
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DUST.
She came to me in a cloud of dust
Threw off her leathers with passion and lust
Not a word, not a sound, just a knowing look
She invited me to play in the coming dusk.
The night is a cool place, a peaceful retreat
A chance to unwind, to relax from the heat
To drink some good whiskey with someone you know
And share an embrace on some warm cotton sheets
In the morning we’ll suit up, drive for a while
Stop at a diner and eat lunch in style
Full up and fuelled up we’ll take to the road
Rolling like hunters mile after mile
Ch. But what do we search for, what do we seek?
Just two lonesome travellers on a steel beast
I wish I could answer, I wish that I knew
We’re just two lonesome travellers on a steel beast
In the evening we’ll check in at a motel
Strip off the day in a steamy hot spray
Drink some more whiskey, the best we can find
Sleep sound and dream of the coming day
Yeah, She came to me in a cloud of dust
Threw off her leathers with passion and lust
We drank some good whiskey, drank all we could
And rolled on like hunters in the coming dusk.
Ch. But what do we search for, what do we seek?
Just two lonesome travellers on a steel beast
I wish I could answer, I wish that I knew
We’re just two lonesome travellers on a steel beast.
Words by Tony Floyd Kenna 2010.
Music by James Lindsay 2010.
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Words by Tony Floyd Kenna.
Music by Jed McConkey.
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Sometimes I think I’m dreaming
And the World outside just doesn’t seem real
Sometimes I feel I’m falling
Thru’ the colours of night and the hope of day.
And sometimes, I just want to wake up
‘feel the Sun and the light of a brand new day
And always, I hope I’ll see you
To find some comfort in the things you say.
Of all the colours
I can choose from
I’ll pick the one
That shows me you.
And if I ever, think I’ losing
I’ll hold on tight to all I have
To the memories of the good times
To the simmering light out on the wave
My World is like the ocean
It ebbs and flows and never keeps still
And sometimes, it might brew a storm
But I’m holding fast, and I always will.
Of all the colours
I can choose from
I’ll pick the one
That shows me you.
Tony Floyd Kenna - 2012.
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Hey, Hey, Hey. (Tony Floyd Kenna) February 2012.
Hey, Hey, Hey…..
I heard your song on the radio
And I thought you were singing to me.
I wrote a letter and sent it off
Crossed my fingers and waited to see.
I read his words on the note he sent
I have to say I was blown away.
It might be quick but I fell in love
Perhaps too soon as some would say.
Hey, Hey, Hey….
We may be Oceans apart
But we can feel the Heart
We may have never met..
But our course is set.
Hey, Hey, Hey…
I’m Just a boy.
I’m just a girl.
And we’re both feeling pretty good.
Is it too soon?
I don’t think so,
It’s just new love and we’re feeling good.
Hey, Hey, Hey….
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Monkey on the TV
There’s a monkey on the TV
In a funny hat and coat
I think I’d like to turn him off
But I can’t find the remote
I saw a poodle with a ribbon
Walking behind my car
If I shifted in reverse
Would that be too far?
Human beings are human
And other creatures not
so with this cute cross-dressing
We soon will lose the plot.
Hey now alligator boots,
They look pretty cute
But If you met one on the highway
I’d guess you’d have to shoot
Or lambs in fluffy jammies
Gamboling ‘round a field
I’d like one in the kitchen
To help me make a meal
Human beings ……
A primate with a comb over
And a dog in bows look quaint
You might think that they look cute
But in time you’ll see they aint
So leave ‘em out in nature
Not dressed like you or me
Or The Planet of the Apes
Will be reality!
Human beings ……
If we dress to look like animals
In fur, pelt and pigskin
What’s to say we could become
The creature that we’re in.
And then the animals we dress up
To look just like we do
Could take a leaf from humankind
And put us in a zoo!
Human beings are human
And other creatures not
So with this cute cross-dressing
We soon will lose the plot.
Words & music by Tony Floyd Kenna & Geoff Bennett.
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A collection of Covers of Tony Floyd Kenna songs plus Collaborations and Alternative versions.
SEE DISC ONE FOR DOUBLE CD SET ORDERING OPTION.
Songs From The Furnace Of Life - Tony Floyd Kenna & Friends.
In September 2012 I released 'All The Colours', a double album which collected solo songs of the previous year and a sort of 'best of Wanman & Floyd' together with some of my own solo blues rock tracks of the previous few years. In the old days it could have split very comfortably into four sides of a double vinyl LP set, each side representing a different colour, a different part of my musical journey. I believe it marked a moment in time and cleared the decks to look afresh at the next project.
The day after taking delivery of the Colours CDs I met Brian Hardman in Dublin. Brian is a fellow MT member and has often been described as a wordsmith, by day Brian is also a blacksmith. The idea of the blacksmith's furnace and forge where both practical and artistic items are created by Brian, the wordsmith, got me thinking... 'Songs From The Furnace Of Life' was born. Rather than just a collection of songs it would embody a concept with a unifying thread running thru' all the tracks. Life, death, love, existence itself would be examined and reflected. 'Some colour snapshots from the journey'.
Over the next few weeks I noticed both at sessions and by feedback that some of the songs from colours were being taken on board and interpreted by fellow musicians and writers. I had another idea, put out a few quiet feelers and suddenly covers of some of the tracks started emerging. This set the scene for what has become Disc Two of the 'Furnace' album. It was a very natural evolution then for some of my co writing partnerships to also slot into this side of the project.
