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I woke up for work this morning, and I headed on to the place I was born.
I passed the fields where the farmers cut hay, and I walked past the park where I used to play.
I smelled the sweet summer mornings’ breeze, which brought into bloom those memories of hazy days and endless rites and of the angels drinking on those hot summer nights.
I walked past the place the pub once stood. I walked past my bit, in my neighbourhood. They built it up. They burned it down and they ripped the heart out of this small town.
I shook my head and I turned my back, and I headed on down the railway track. The sleeping solider faded out of site. There’ll be no angels drinking on this hot summer night.
Fire in the head. Fire in the Heart. Burning for so long from a tiny little spark. Fire in the hearth. Fire in the house. The fire in your heart was the one that went out.
There lay destroyed the place that I once loved.

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from Howlin' Heavin' Shanties, released September 29, 2002
Lyrics: D Wiseman
Music: D Wiseman; Junkman's Choir

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Junkman's Choir Scotland, UK

Junkman's Choir are a two man band with a global sound; playing a mix of Cajun, country sea shanties, rockin' reels and spinning some twists and turns on the works of Rabbie Burns.
The sound of accordion, pocket trumpet, guitar and vocals, is as unique as it is infectious.
Look out for them on street or stage, stomping out their steel-toed rhythm.
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