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Idle Mind

by Anna Mieke

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1.
Parallel 04:41
Soon, we’ll find A mothering wall to rest our backs on A gathering storm to set our sights on Turn our cheek to a stolen ground Watch it waste, watch it spiral down So you sit, eyes are wide awake Sleep it rests out of reach again Parallel lines Closing in Paralysed I Fall too soon Soon, we’ll find A mothering wall to rest our backs on A gathering storm to set our sights on Slip away the dark will hide you In between a fading silhouette Paper thin, these walls are caving in Winter waits to reel us in again Parallel lines Closing in Paralysed I Fall too soon
2.
I stand naked low light waiting Dig deep to clothe our skin in A borrowed box of clothes To cover my bones Time can’t keep me in one place I slip straight through it’s grip Breaking through strict curfew Too soon Keep it whole, keep it sacred, keep it pure among the wasted All while the night is young Watch where the long road Meets a mile Eyes heavy on the hill, hide out Hide out in the shadows Nobody to know of our innocent sin Nothing to show of where I’ve been Nobody to know of our innocent sin Lying low for what good would it bring Keep it whole, keep it sacred, keep it pure among the wasted All while the night is young
3.
I had been wandering long Came across your oh so delicate frame Brittle boned you sat crouched and decayed 200 years or more Wrinkled map on skin on floor Warped window wood Time had bent it good Warped window wood Life had bent it where it stood Thought of you in the deep of my sleep Thought of you in the depth of my night Thought of you in the darkest of days Lay your head down next to mine Till your dust is the clay on which we lie We are dug up and dusted Yet again Dug up and dusted And sent on our way Warped window wood Time had bent it good Warped window wood Life had bent it where it stood Thought of you in the deep of my sleep Thought of you in the depth of my night Thought of you in the darkest of days
4.
Idle Mind 05:56
Strange talkings I have heard Strange warnings I've been told By whom... Made a bed of rain to cradle you Wrapped in words to keep you warm Side by side, in the night we lie Must you hold your tongue, dear friend of mine Once we were and twice we came And the following wind couldn’t catch our names Take the lead with your marching feet Gathering speed with every word you speak Oh marching feet For I have held a troubled dream Traced the tracks of this well-worn theme Idle mind Idle eyes A heavy heart I’m sure to find For every silent mind a silent shout Mark my words a secret sound by whom by whom by whom Leaves me cold inside, leaves me cold inside... Oh idle mind
5.
Creature 04:45
Take me into your carved embrace Creature, creature craving space Tongue tied and cold and your eyes of stone I’m merely a fool having missed it by now Take me into your hiding place Shadowed bird in a paper cage A paper wall to block the sight Stealing the view of the first daylight Take me onto your stage of gold Like a fool I fear what I do not know And creature dear you could do without The silence which hangs a weight from your mouth Take me into your darkness deep Where do you rest while your body sleeps? Darling dear, we have yet to find The way to bring out the child in your mind
6.
Aurillac 04:34
You were terrible And you were kind Between the shield, between the mime You were terrifying And oh so strange Witnessing your red lit game Empty eyes roll over my spine We heard Barking dogs in the flickering light Hold me, hold me, hold me by the water so wide Show me all is well on the inside Born and bred The weak the wise Remind me how to love but how to lie Born and raised the meek and the mild Remind me how to live I’m half-alive And the floorboards were creaking Under all of our feet And we hid from the faces and their gleaming white teeth All the feathers were dancing Over all of our heads And no cheers from a crowd that had already left Hold me, hold me, hold me by the water so wide Show me all is well on the inside Born and bred The weak the wise Remind me how to love but how to lie Born and raised the meek and the mild Remind me how to live I’m half-alive
7.
You of jagged tooth collided plate You of red earth ridge and your army of pines You of clay and stone and craggy plain Copper light on your maze of a spine You of icy cold and scorching heat Leaving us shaking shivering at your feet Now I am miles away draw me deeper draw me deeper into Wild places I’m struggling to see can I stand upon your shoulders I’m weak at the knees and I can’t breathe Oh what a view from where you stand You of hidden caves and crumbling cliff You of swallowed path and an uphill climb You of pebbled slope and shifting ways Shadowing white washed walls on your land They of foreign tongue and furtive glance Working hands tanning in the sun Now I am miles away draw me deeper draw me deeper into Wild places I’m struggling to see can I stand upon your shoulders I’m weak at the knees and I can’t breathe Oh what a view from where you stand Oh what a view from where you stand I’m struggling to see can I stand upon your shoulders I’m weak at the knees and I can’t breathe Oh what a view from where you stand
8.
Arbour 04:23
Rusting in a restless heat This heavy curtained room’s no place for me The king’s feet and his broken speech Those were dark days in this field Coffee pressed bread basket dreams Hungry then and still it seems Oh our backs pressed up red-brick thin Wine red, chequered skin Italy you’re calling me Italy you’re calling me Oh Italy you’re calling Batter born it’s blood in my grain The sheets were warm where we’d lain I clung to you in your bed I was far-flung in my head I was a free-wheeling racing child Graffiti yard lock in And the trees swallowed us where we sat Left us stoned on the cobbled flat Italy you’re calling me Italy you’re calling me Oh Italy you’re calling
9.
If 05:31
If only I was a man of distinction I might live my life well I’d be well ahead of those who tried to take me down ‘Stead I gamble my hours Between those true and those fabled Wandering blind whether not I’m able I roam blind If only I was a man of redemption I might live my life fair For the faults I’d have made I’d have wiped the slate clean ‘Stead I swallow my sins under Looks of dissent I make myself scarce and don’t repent Cause I’ve lied, I have lied too many times And I roam blind If only I was a man of courage I’d throw down my spear Stake a claim in my ground And stand before the crowd I’d be proud, I’d be proud countless times ‘Stead my shoulders they shake Trying to keep my head tall I Should've run when the others had done Not be left, not been left behind stranded And I roam blind
10.
Epitaph 04:27
We were making our way through Land of cold cut terrain Felt alive, oh my days Oh my days, felt alive Lead the way riddled and reckless Lead the way on river run roads Still reeling, we tried Deep breathing in I was there to shake my leaves There to test my liberties Back wheel clinging close and still Lost in the wasted dark Oh my days, oh my days Lost in the wasted dark Time was all for the taking Crowd was full and the lights were hung We were slow on the talking It was not our mother tongue Buried your roots and Marked the spot with a silver spoon A grave amongst the grasses And a sorry epitaph to your name To your name, to your name A sorry epitaph to your name

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Recorded in Castletownshend in West Cork, and Pickering Forest, Kildare, between 2017 and 2018.

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released April 26, 2019

Anna-Mieke Bishop - vocals, bouzouki, guitars, piano, cello, hammer dulcimer
Brían Mac Gloinn - vocals, harmonium, fiddle, guitars, synth, production
Matthew Jacobson - drums
Sonny Sampson - bass
Nick Rayner - synth
Conor Cunningham - flute, clarinet
Wayne Dunlea - drums
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Nick Rayner - recording, mixing, synth, production
Adrian Hart - recording
Cian Hamilton - recording
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Deborah Kingston - graphic design
James Corcoran Hodgins - artwork

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From Wicklow, Ireland. Anna Mieke sings and plays guitar, cello, piano and bouzouki.

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