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Flood Rites
04:42
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It came to me like a dream,
The sea had taken everything I had known,
And someone had taken my place
At the head of the table in my own personal kingdom,
Established long ago.
I have loved several women,
And several women have loved me,
But I’ll turn to watch those shadows fall away,
And I hope I can forget about your colourful history
You were born in the summer rain
In the humming night
Out upon the flood plain
With the scent of the morning rising
Your single sweet voice
Sings out across the murky lagoon
Like a choir
They looted your gold
And they dug up your stones
And ignored your wisdom
So low and behold
A story unfolds
Little by little,
And little by little,
I’m sold
On a moonless night I taste the adder’s bite
And I feel on fire
There’s a mood I can’t shake
There’s a ripple and a wake
But before I walk
You should consider…
I’m a lover not a fighter
But you’ll never see me running away
Death creeps and death sneaks
But my feet can dance on the floor
While death weeps
And death sings
Muffled behind the door
Death is friendly,
Death is just lonely,
Death is just a taboo
I’ve lost my nature
But my heart’s still beating
As long as I’m with you
Vines come through the window
Roots come through the floor
The meadow grows through my bones
I’ve lost my nature
But death can’t have me
As long as I’m with you
Death is friendly,
Death is just lonely,
Death is just a taboo
I’ve lost my nature
But my heart’s still beating
As long as I’m with you
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2. |
The Stones
04:16
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I regularly wake just before dawn
Plagued by stone-cold negative thoughts
Where there’s no one before me
No one to follow me,
And the rest of my days I spend alone
But just as my mind can unravel me
It can send me back into a healing sleep
And just as my mind can unravel me
It can give me the sweetest dreams
I moved here just a month ago
In the low light of midwinter
Hoping to find a sense of home
By blackthorn and by standing stone
And just as the water flows endlessly
You will have the best of me
Just as it flows from the roots of the trees
You will have the vigour of me
I met a man with watery eyes
Remembering a friend who died here
In this place where the dark quick river flows
Through the temple of granite by the stones
But the moon lights lichen and charges the soul
This is not a bad place to go
I regularly wake just before dawn
Plagued by stone-cold thoughts
There’s no one before me
No one to follow me,
And the rest of my days I spend alone
My mind is my enemy
My mind is my loving friend
My mind can shackle me
My mind can set me free
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Effervescence
03:44
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There’s a cold feeling in this empty house
I’m playing conversations back in my mind
The memory of you is bittersweet and effervescent
The mist in the morning
The smell of the summer rain
I’m starting to forget your face
Was is it easier to stay than to walk away
Loosing our senses
Missing a payment
Stepping away from that switching game
And all these subtle binds
That keep us held at bay
There’s no fun chasing, chasing shadows
You have your visions
Extrasensory visions
Giving the ghost its life
Tongue-tied, only for a moment
I’m suspended in ice, suspended in ice
I’m uneven
So do even say
I’m a stone throw from ruin today
I was better with you
When we drank and laughed it all away
You have your visions
Extrasensory visions
Giving the ghost its life
Tongue-tied, only for a moment
I’m suspended in ice, suspended in ice
Cry it all away
You have your visions
Extrasensory visions
Giving the ghost its life
Tongue-tied, only for a moment
I’m suspended in ice, suspended in ice
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4. |
Holiday Homes
03:09
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You call me a friend
You call me a lover
But you never call me a significant other
So don’t expect me to always be there for you
When the wind blows cold from the east and the snow begins to fall
I spent the last of my money on some decent wine
Sitting in the corner trying to smile
Hoping to catch a spark in the eyes of someone like you
I look out of the window
And see jackdaws riding the winds
And I see holiday homes
Hollow old town
Greedily spooned out
When they come in twice a year
And act like you’re in service to them
Well they came in once this year
And moaned that the locals were sullen and moody and drunk
Holiday homes
I’m gunning for you
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5. |
Learning a Language
04:38
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I’ve been here before
But I don’t know when or who with
I was speaking a different language
I was cursing in a rougher tongue
And I know I ascended the mountain
And came down both a poet and a mad man
I’m bad with names
But I always remember a face
And I always remember the weather
And what you were wearing that day
And I remember how you turned around
While others were turning away
I’ll build you a causeway
And I’ll carve you a line
For your wandering spirit
Lines that run through the landscape
Are the lines that run to my heart
They’re the lines that transcend ownership
And send me along this wild meandering path
Lines, lines, lines, lines
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Mystified
03:19
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I’m tired of complications
Leaving no stone unturned
I’m mystified and bleary eyed
As the trade is blowing cold
I followed the constellations
But even they couldn’t let me know
So I want you
To guide me home
So I want you to show me home
I’m mystified and foggy eyed
As the season’s come and go
Time will tell, under ringing bells
What lessons I have learned
I have failed to live with mystery,
My fences all around
So I want you, to show me home
Yeah I want you, to guide me home
I’m bored of contradictions
You don’t seem to see
You walk a path of spiritual growth
But are driven materially
It’s so ingrained in everyone
I’m struggling to come around
So I need you, to show me home
Yeah I need you, to guide me home
I’m mystified, yet twinkly eyed
Time will tell under ringing bells
The tables they will turn
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Warm Elastic
04:47
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Time will wait for me,
But it won’t wait for you
When you’re rushing around
Like a hurricane
Everyday
Time will wait for me
But how can it wait for you?
When you’re passing me by
With your senses trained
On the trade winds
Just like there would be no tomorrow
Just like tomorrow’s pulling on your soul
Just like there would be no tomorrow
Just like tomorrow’s dragging out your soul
Your soul
At times our glass is half empty
But to me our drink is sweet
It tastes like a honeyed sun
Setting on a souring sea
And just when I think our time is over
And your body is fading away
You bite my lips
And you scratch my back
In the good old days
But all my love and all my kisses
Will only serve you for a while
Days are closing in now baby,
With the low arc of the winter sun
Casting a different light over everything
Time be good to me,
And I hope its kind to you
With your beautiful face
And your loving eyes
Looking far away
All my love and all my kisses kill time
All my love and all my kisses slow time
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Silver Pyre UK
Silver Pyre was born out of the badlands of Bridgwater, Somerset UK.
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