1. |
Parallel
04:41
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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
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2. |
Keep It Whole
04:48
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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
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3. |
Warped Window
04:55
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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
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4. |
Idle Mind
05:56
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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
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5. |
Creature
04:45
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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
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6. |
Aurillac
04:34
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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
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7. |
Mountain Song
04:19
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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
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8. |
Arbour
04:23
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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
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9. |
If
05:31
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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
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10. |
Epitaph
04:27
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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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Anna Mieke Wicklow, Ireland
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