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Tick Tock [Parts I-III]
09:14
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2. |
Tick Tock [Part IV]
04:31
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Tick Tock [Part IV]
Have you faced all your demons
Overcome all your fears
Have you lived to the full here
Did you leave room for tears
Time has been taken
And time has been lost
Is there time now for healing
And what is the cost
You’ve achieved all you wanted
Led the way to the top
Have you found inner peace there
Or was it all what it’s not
When time comes to stop
It’s too late to beat the clock
When time comes to stop
It’s too late tick tock
Did you hide your dark secrets
Have you buried them deep
Did you find one to share with
share a time you can keep
Time has been taken
And time’s standing still
Do you hunger for morning
Or have you lost the will
Have you seen the waves crashing
felt the sun on your face
Have you cared for the sunrise
felt the earth beneath your feet
When time comes to stop
It’s too late to beat the clock
When time comes to stop
It’s too late tick tock
There’s still time for sharing
for the warmth of embrace
with love in your heart now
And a smile on your face
There’s still time for hope now
There’s still time for change
There’s still time forever
Love and Memories remain
Lyrics & Music by Pete Bentley from the Album Headlock ©Troy Bentley 2021 www.troybentley.com
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3. |
Headlock
04:15
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Headlock with the black dog
Dissolving resolve, fizzing through the cracks.
The floorboards are creaking under my gravitas
Not even your sunshine can tear me from the bark of the Black Dog
Magnetic pull, down with the Black Dog
Headlock with the Black Dog
Matching me stride for stride
Headlock with the Black Dog
Scanning watching me now
Headlock with the Black Dog
He’s prowling the fields
Headlock with the Black Dog
Is that him scratching on your door
Stone the crows, on the perch of that old hanging tree
Up top of Dean Lane where the sky meet the fields
Their squawking grey morning, alarm bells they ring
for a new soul to join them up here on the swing
Trudging the bog, knee deep in and sinking, sinking
Can’t lift my head from the Black Dog taking me down, down and sinking
trudging, knee deep, sinking, sinking
Headlock with the Black Dog
Matching me stride for stride
Headlock with the Black Dog
Scanning watching me now
Headlock with the Black Dog
He’s prowling the fields
Headlock with the Black Dog
Is that him scratching on your door
So dog wants a new home, he’s spared me for now
His paws on my tail but he’s disinterested somehow
He’s prowling the fields, scanning watching you now
Prowling, Prowling
Headlock with the Black Dog (repeat till end).
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4. |
Road
05:49
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5. |
The Black Crow Cries
04:05
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The Black Crow Cries
Drip drop tip tap
As the chime of the seventh bell rings out from St. Peter's down the lane.
I pass the single, white polka dot shoe and walk clockwise round the lake.
The sky ahead is Crimson like the shawl around your neck.
The breeze wisps past my ears as I listen to the lake saying she won’t let me pass.
As the Black Crow Cries
Gun metal puddles reflect the pre dawn sky. As the tree tops rustle as the black crow cries.
(As the Black Crow Cries)
Mist tumbles down Black Wood, I tear a cobweb from my face
The wooden kissing gate knocks to the beat of the pounding heart in my head
(When Will I see you, will I see you again, walk clockwise round the lake or change the colour of the sun)
My cold feet sink softly, in the mulch of the rusty leaves
The rotting remnants of summer past, another dark night drawing in.
(When Will I see you, will I see you again, walk clockwise round the lake or change the colour of the sun)
The snarl of the black dog carries like a ghost ship across the lake
To the spot by the bridge, where poor Mary was nearly saved.
(When Will I see you, will I see you again, walk clockwise round the lake or change the colour of the sun)
Lyrics & Music written by Pete Bentley from the Album Headlock ©Troy Bentley 2021 www.troybentley.com
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6. |
Witch Land
04:48
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Witch Land
Verse 1
Catholics & Witches
had better beware
The smell of non-conformity
Fills this air.
Section 1
Swinging by Gallows Hill
Four hundred and five years ago
The Sun would rise
and 10 would fall.
Witch Land. Who's hand.
Verse 2
Don't be found dancing
On Good Friday night
When all good citizens
Should be in Gods sight.
Section 2
Swinging by Gallows Hill
Not so very, very long ago
The sun would rise
and ten would fall.
Witch Land. Who's hand.
Chorus 1
We are the Jury
We are the law
Verse 3
Double double toil & trouble
devilish practices and hellish means.
Double double toil & trouble
Their crime was to be poor.
Breakdown
Section 3
Swinging by Gallows Hill
We'll soon be there
We'll soon be still
The sun will rise
and more could fall
Witch Land. Who's hand.
Chorus 2
Let us not be ruled
By fear no more
We are the jury
We are the law
Let us learn from the failings
Of Dark times before
We are the Jury
We are the law
Spellbound
Solo
Love & Share
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7. |
Family
05:09
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Family
He Looks so peaceful
But he’s like a coiled spring
With one eye open
I guess that’s his thing
Curled up tightly on his throne
Ruben’s castle is his home.
Chorus
We are pack we’re family
together we are strong
We are PAK we’re family
Together we are one.
She’s got that look now
This I’ve seen before
Barred teeth and staring
Poised, ready to roll.
Don’t catch her eye,
don’t flinch, don’t go
Scouts pack
That is her home.
Chorus
We are pack we’re family
together we are strong
We are PAK we’re family
Together we are one.
If one should leave us,
If one should go,
we’re one down even,
Take me home.
Now Momma’s calling
From not so far away
We all come running
To see what she has to say:-
“You are my pack
You are my home
You are my PAK
You are my home”
Chorus
We are pack we’re family
together we are strong
We are PAK we’re family
Together we are one.
We are pack we’re family
together we are strong
We are PAK we’re family
Together we are one.
Lyrics & Music by Pete Bentley from the Album Headlock ©Troy Bentley 2021 www.troybentley.com
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High Noon (The Queens of Clubs)
Excited listening to Michael Calling
But We’ve nothing to wear tonight
Lather up, Smokey Eye, Red lipstick
Lets Get sexy bad ass bitches
Come High Noon to Sunday morning.
The twins, our Queens of Clubs are calling
Hit it hard and hit it fast
two shots, free, we’re unsurpassed
Choose your poison and down it ladies
Hell Fire tonight!
Come High Noon to Sunday morning.
The twins, our Queens of Clubs are calling
Twice the sting and twice the fun
Double trouble all rolled into one
Red Ginger Fizz, Strut on
Get out of my way you’ve had your fun
Red Ginger fizz, Strut on
Spinning Mirror balls I’m coming up!
InstruMENTAL
Twice the sting and twice the fun
Double trouble all rolled into one
Meltdown, come rushing up
Meltdown, come rushing up
Come High Noon to Sunday morning.
Come High Noon to Sunday morning.
Come High Noon to Sunday morning.
Come High Noon to Sunday morning.
Copyright © 2021 Troy Bentley
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Troy Bentley Great Harwood, UK
TROY BENTLEY is the solo project of Pete Bentley.
Hailing from Blackburn, UK, I have been fortunate enough to
play with and learn from some very talented artists and having also gained much live experience touring and supporting such acts as ‘The Bluetones’ and ‘From The Jam’. I set up my own Recording Studio where I set about working on solo project Troy Bentley.
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