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Before I crack
03:13
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Mirrors mirroring
Memories I haven’t told
Picking, pickling
Opening I will unfold
Before I crack, before I crack
Whispering whispering
Walls between us in the night
Darkness creeping
Rivals sucking out the light
Please don’t crack, looking Back
Green as grasshoppers
Perfect time lockers
Midnight meeting us
Locked into a curse
Emergency rummaging
Pushing through a broken man
Surging spluttering
Hard for her to understand
Looking back, green and black
Green as grasshoppers
Perfect time lockers
Midnight meeting us
Locked into a curse
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2. |
Waist high
01:42
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No food at home
If I stay I’ll waste away
Help you find stones
What a way to spend the day
Farming is for me, so
Riding tractors here we go
The difference now is small, I know
(But for) you and I it’s waist high
Gone to a war, these
Legs were never good for
I’m more use here
Walking back, and waltzing more
Now I’m farming all the year
We never thought we’d see me here, leaves
You and me to pass the time
Standing in the dancing line
Twist and twirl your hand in mine
You and I, we’re waist high
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3. |
The edge of the world
05:21
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This lady, this crazy lady she’s alright
She’s alright
This woman, she chose to make this journey to the light, to the light
The light, the glistening light
The light, the deep deep deep light
We get up, we get up
And we do what we can, what we can
If it’s walking, I can walk I can walk I can walk, if that’s the plan
I can walk to the edge of the world
I can walk in this world
If you can’t, if you can’t find your story
It’s alright, it’s alright
You’ll find something, you’ll find something or someone to hold on to, to hold on to.
The water is pulling me through
The water I’m holding on to
And I’ve never been to the sea
The waves they are waiting for me
To come home
You get used, you get used to leaving your mind, leaving your mind
You forget, you forget what you’re leaving behind, leaving behind
Now I remember my life
Now and then I remember my life
The colours, the colours they’re fading away, fading away
My sisters, my brothers they’re with me today, with me today
And I fought, I fought for this land
And I taught, I taught in this land
And I walk, I walk in this land
And I’ve never been to the sea
The waves they are waiting for me
To come home.
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4. |
From a great depth
04:18
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All these names have sailed from my shore
Though their shapes remain,
I don’t know them anymore
And I am afloat, on a great sea
In a boat, veiled from reality
And I slowly learn to see
With these hands, I’ve found with this body
And these eyes, they give away what’s inside
Through a desperate stare of fear and hope
And my situation broke, in my mind
Like a wave upon a new shore
These waters had been still before...
But now it crashes down, rolling in,
a huge wave, rushing toward…
My life, my hands gripped tight, I try
As I watch it slip, like liquid,
Through my fingers
But I am listening carefully,
Through my body, to this sea
And I am afloat, on a great sea
In a boat, veiled from reality
Unknown sounds, echo emptily
In my mouth, But I cant repeat
A transitory feat,
As they slip back down beneath
But I drag each word,
Back to the surface to be heard…
Still distorted by my sodden swollen tongue
But I’ll repeat these sounds,
Until a form is found…
And I am afloat, on a great sea, in a boat.
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5. |
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
02:43
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Walking in the rain I’m soaked, and all the
Water lifts up soil onto my shoes
I can’t feel my tears, just water, and the
Mud is getting everywhere
Count to 21 and I’m fine
Tape myself inside my van
Lock myself and you’ll be quite safe
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
Walking in this mud, you must think I’m a
Gardener, I would love to plant, but each
Time I bend down it’s just a mess
This dirt’s no good for sowing
Walking in the past, I’m walking in the past...
Count to 21...
Who’d have thought flowers
Could grow in this mud...
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6. |
Innocent is she
04:03
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She, our vision of motherhood
But the mothers think she’s no good
Their job is to talk
A bird, caged by a gentleman
Thought she could start again
Slow and learn to walk
Innocent is she, innocent is she
She offers to make amends
Throws herself at being a friend
Giving naturally
She worries about the past
Things are best remaining dark
We can’t make her see
Innocent is she, innocent is she
Becomes who she is for a moment in time
Her guard is down but she’s guarding
Her dreams to travel unravel
Want to wrap her up warm
Innocent is she, innocent is she
We want to protect this one
But she sings her own song, ‘Que Sera Sera’
She’s our vision of womanhood
To us she is only good
Watch her shooting star
Innocent is she, innocent is she...
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7. |
Heavy wings
03:49
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Don’t remember much
Memories all blend into one
Like the way the sky holds
Darkness and sun
There’s a bird in flight
Its fluttering like
Her finger tips, faltering, afraid to slip…
Got to get it right…
And the sky is thick with all these things
I don’t have the words
Hanging in the air like the birds
But heavy as though they were
Laden with the weight of the world
Little wings...
Heavy with the weight…
Of the world
Like a child’s brow, full of worry
Searching for his something lucky
Wishing for his mothers safety
And I can’t turn back, time, has passed…
And they say its up to me to let it go
I think like the yellow
Butterfly, watch it rise to the sky
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8. |
A glimpse of gold
04:52
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So much help around
We don’t need to complicate it
Swimming through the muddled few
Protected by each other now
Everything and nothing to blame
Need someone to put it on
Don’t take the kettle off
Change can hurt everyone
Inside a child’s mind
Clocks keep turning, some unwind
She circles you within her arms
A story of a life we try to pull from harm
Time gives and time takes
Altering after mistakes
Comfort, the safe and warm
Adventure takes a different form
Talking where buildings lay
Memories from another day
A glimpse of gold through a door
Of all the lives you wrote it for
She circles you within her arms
The story of a life we pull from harm
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9. |
Being human
03:42
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I get angry sometimes
But it’s just a part of being human.
I might loose it sometimes and I
Don’t know why I am not coping
I will always love you, I will always love you
Happy pacing round the kitchen,
Just your way of being human.
You don’t know what I am writing
It’s the world I wish you were in
I get upset sometimes but it’s
Just a part of being human.
I know that I’ve lost you but this
Is a very hard way of grieving
I will always love you, I will always love you
As your world grows smaller I must let go
Of our life, the two of us, our home
Memories like tissues sown
Takes more than me to accept them.
I get angry sometimes but it’s
just a part of being human
I will always love you for it’s
just my way of being human
I will always love you for it’s
just my way of being human
I will always love you for it’s
just my way of being human
I will always love you, I will always love you
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10. |
Making tracks
03:15
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Making tracks in the sand
Gripping tight with his hands
His breath is taken by the tide of time
And I’m no where now
Just inside this moment in my mind
As the sound of the circles fill his head
And his breath fills a space not yet shared
And the music of the rough memories
Seem sweet in air
As the sand is pulled away from under my feet
And the undertow of the sea,
Carries me sweetly into dreams
And on land I am confused by the face
that I see.
And the chatter of the faces
In their holiday clothes
And the battered old cases
In my mind that holds
My memories of you
But as I try to retrieve it
A wave crashes over my face
Lashing salt water through , these loose veins
So they never quite, seem the same
I am tangled and tied to this place
I a way I did not understand
I am tangled as the tied pulls me
Further away from land
As the sand is pulled away from under my feet
And the undertow of the sea,
Carries me sweetly into dreams
And on land, I am, confused by the face,
that I see.
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11. |
I say OK
02:33
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Come on body I rely on you
You know you can get there
if you really want to
You’re working hard but you don’t need to
It’s the worry in the mind
I didn’t think we would travel together
I knew we wouldn’t last forever
I didn’t think you would find me clever
You’re so full of your metaphors
We’ll have our always, is there always?
You say OK, I say OK
Texting you from the quiet of my room
Excited to see your name on my phone
A special place away from the gloom
Don’t want to be there alone.
I thought I might explode and ruin
The beauty that could be our doing
But why not make the most of this
We last forever in this kiss
We’ll have our always, is there always?
You say OK, I say OK
Some things they don’t end like you think
Angels can exist without wings
Sharing my thoughts
Though they may be few
Body I rely on you
We’ll have our always, is there always?
You say OK, I say OK...
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12. |
Whisper to my lungs
03:18
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Another breath, he Lifted his head
Another breath, his crooked smile said
Something soft and sweet and fresh
Like the air that held the petals as they fell
Like the air I carefully inhale
Like the air that we shared, when we kissed
And as I hold myself together
I whisper to my lungs
Stay strong for this one
Another breath and we’re still in this moment
Another step towards a notion
Another time and place, for our hopes to live
And for that moment we did
And as I hold myself together
I whisper to my lungs
Stay strong for this one
And as I hold myself together
I whisper to my lungs
Stay strong for this one...
And we are this, and this is it.
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13. |
The Crowning
03:39
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The crowning of we kings
The subject of divine things
Righteous by virtue
Bearing majesty too... da da da
An Army for my soul
By currency of angels
My looks can kill off
You’re banished in the breath of... da da da
The balm that anoints me
No water in all the sea
Can clean from me
Here on my head this crown
It is woven through me to, the ground
Here on my head this crown
And a cloak made of brass around... da da da
But is it that we kings
Were made in the crowning?
A pomp of a cushion
For a crown to sit on
We taste grief and eat bread
We have wants, and need friends
A man who just leads on
All of those who kneel on
This balm that protects me
By my own tears has now been
Washed free from me
Here on my bed this crown
With nettles and flowers round
My kingdom of worms abound
With a cloak made of soil around
I’ve wasted time, time wastes me
Now soil is the king of me
So here on my head this crown
Ever last here, while I go down
Down, down, down down
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The Bookshop Band Bath, UK
The Bookshop Band write songs inspired by books and play them in bookshops. They started as a collaboration between a group of musicians in Bath and their local independent bookshop, Mr B's Emporium. Now they are about to go on tour, sponsored by Vintage Books and Independent Booksellers Week, around other bookshops and lit fests. Catch them if you can. Details at www.thebookshopband.co.uk ... more
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