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A floodplain mind
02:26
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These are the days I’ll remember
Always with a hint of sadness
They have gone, they are passed
Unsurpassed by gladness
The secret walk that we took
Upon the slate grey day
The hayseed sun that silent shook
And dappled the fields with shine
Always with a hint of sadness
The madness of summer
The snails on the wall
The trees swing like apes
Excited and tall
The canvas edges croaking
With the dust of morning
All the ghosts of evening
Cloaking our heads like madness
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3. |
Heart for Hills
04:19
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A floodplain mind and a heart for hills
No wonder that I feel so ill
The walls they tower and grip the sky
That holds the grey clouds passing by
I’m drowning in this life I’ve let
Twist me like an old cassette
On walls I’ve built is scrawled REGRET
The torn receipt from an unclaimed bet
There’s nothing left - my brain a flood
I feel nothing but the thrum of blood
That beats a drum within my ears
I have no Hope no hate no fears
I feel nothing - I am undone
Staring at the setting sun
The days run quick like horses wild
I’ve made a man - I’ve killed the child
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4. |
These days of ours
07:01
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The moors breathe like wine
And the hillsides scream with jays
The roses break and dead align
Where the curtain edges fray
The floodplain sits in silence
Where horses bend and moan
The serpent serenades the silt
Where ochre arches groan
These days of ours, were never ours,
Were never ours it seems
I feel like I’ve been drinking
The hours have lost their clocks
The minutes whirl, as does the sky.
And gathered by the docks
The seabirds swirl with sunburned mirth
The houseboats bob and scream
These days of ours, were never ours,
Were never ours it seems
These days of ours, were never ours,
Were never ours it seems
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I’m swimming in the ashes
Of the bridges that I’ve burnt
I’ve turned all of the pages
Of the lessons that I’ve learned
I gave you the apple
You gave me the pip
Some of us have time to wait
To stare ahead and sit
But I’ve too much past to ponder
I must up and always wander
I cannot wait it out
No not any longer
But I still have a place
Residing in the corner of my mind
A place unknown by all
That you my love will find
But I don’t know you name
Your face I’ve yet to eye
I’m still soon to meet you
I hope before I die
I don’t know what will pass
And know no good things can last
But all detritus from my life
Is meaningless to me.
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6. |
Joy
03:39
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Joy has tired and grown old,
Sorrow has risen and with it the cold.
Joy has tired and grown old,
And the heron discards the sorrow it sold.
Snow has given lies a chance to gather
Quietly together, and we digress
Joy has tired and grown old,
Sorrow has risen and with it the cold.
Joy has tired and grown old,
And the heron discards the sorrow it sold.
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7. |
Confidence
02:16
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8. |
Voices
05:21
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A voice inside my head
Wishes I were dead
And every morning pushes pins
into my skull of lead
And all that I hold dear
Is far away from here
Is far away I fearful
Fully feel I’ll disappear
And all the rain has come
And flooded out the sun
Which bobs on down the estuary
Like a bullet from a gun
The rats are big as dogs
The rain is thick as fog
They eat the vomit from my shoes
And turn my brain’s cold cogs
I want to sink in sand
I reach to touch your hand
But it’s not how I planned
And so I stand and stare
I don’t feel anything
I just don’t care
I don’t feel anything
I just don’t care
But I feel everything
And I’m scared
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The leaves have turned to rust too soon,
Drunk to hell and it’s barely noon,
The cracked earth split like a dust stained wound,
The bleeding trees breathe heavy too.
My splintered hands are tired now,
I’ve turned the hay and I’ve walked the cow,
And I long for wisdom’s winter day,
When words were more than simply something to say,
When words were more than simply something to say,
When words were more than simply something to say,
Let’s go to hell and burn away.
We breathe in quick and hold for rain,
As Thunder boldly burns again,
As we weave our unwise words,
But I’m still free as any bird…
My splintered hands are tired now,
I’ve turned the hay, I’ve walked the cow,
I long for wisdom’s winter day,
When words were more than simply something to say,
When words were more than simply something to say,
When words were more than simply something to say,
Let’s go to hell and burn away.
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10. |
Apricity
03:45
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Death’s face pressed against the frame
Placing pale prints upon the pane
Framing Summer’s empty room in grey
An iron sky that summons end of day
And the moon strikes a smile across the sky
Snaggle-toothed too diligent to die
And a smile in the night is not a lie
Less still, when light-spilled dawning morn is nigh
And death’s pale prints are covered soon in snow
And silver sunlight spreads and silent grows
And Hope like ghosts clings barely to the slow
Call of day which breathes from earth below
But all it takes is a moment to recall
That pride is not what comes before the fall
And drunk as a new dropped calf I too will call
Your name into the dark and empty hall
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11. |
River bed
04:47
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The river bed’s pebbles do no more shine
The chipped bone glass now full of wine
Death and I are feeling fine
And fine in feeling so entwined
Across the line ‘tween whole and broken
You can’t close a door that was never open
I can’t recall the words we’d spoken
Your broken hope’s unspoken token
The fog within my silent mind
Settles silt-like and I find
This obfuscation blurs the binds
That tie - and lies are sometimes kind
Do not tarry absent long
And quick believe that broken song
That carries all fate’s latent wrongs
With all misshapen longing gone
The sun spreads silent through the pane
It’s good to be alive again
This sleep has clung to walls and rain
Does rust the leaves that clog the drain
And though I’ll never be the same
I see the footprints down the lane
That watched you go as I remain
To watch the sun spread through the pane
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12. |
Sky
02:22
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Ella los guardó todos estos años
Envueltos en papel delgado como piel
Resguardados dentro de una caja de zapatos
En un estante inadvertible.
En una habitación verde como arvejas
Dos pequeños zaparos de porcelana
De un pastel de bodas
Cuidadosamente conservados.
¿Alguien los extrañó?
¿Alguien los vio partir?
Están ahora en mi hogar
Sellados en un lugar oculto
Se han convertido en un nuevo recuerdo.
Pero más que nada,
Son un eco de ella
El deseo de darle sentido a cosas pequeñas
Cómo frecuentemente el sinsentido de todo ello
Puede ser abrumador
Hay momentos cuando cosas tan pequeñas
Son los fantasmas que otorgan consuelos
Y todas necesitamos consuelo.
Y el sol está brillando
Alimentando mi piel
Y yo olvido casi todo.
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13. |
Curse the Crows
04:27
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Curse the crows with too much spleen
The morning light cannot be seen
This woman I don’t know her name
But I know all her dreams
The seashells gather on the sill
I think I might be very ill
The light from windows cross the street
Does but the corners fill
The screams it seems will never cease
The cloth as soft as new spun fleece
Will cover me from all the curse’d
Outside world and give me peace
This woman I don’t know her name
But I know her all the same
Myself I know not anything
I know not anything
I do not know how to engage
With the world, too quick to age
I’ve felt too old too many years
Too many years to say
I’m a clown without an audience
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14. |
Sunlight
03:34
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It has freed itself from night
And brought to life the morning
Dust like tired flies in light
Takes flight despite night's warning
Love has never taken hold
But boldly wanders nightly
And has more weight than tired eyes
And heavy words thrown lightly
Sunlight laps upon the shore
Of morning and the tired turns
Of half forgotten thoughts dissolve
And no lessons have been learned
No lessons have been learned of love
Of laughter soon dispelled
Of lives unsoldered as above
The sunlight sours and swells
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15. |
Close the Door
06:24
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The days bleed into one
As we plead for winter’s sun
To run and hide in hollow hills
And wait for warmth to come
And rinse the the grey from frost-frayed days
And skies like veils of silt
This isn’t what we planned for
This isn’t what we built
So build a fort and set it on fire
Laugh upon the funeral pyre And see the sea birds on the wire
Screaming for the summer
I’ll find a place to new reside
The inside world will now provide
No need for the heedless world outside
I’ll close the door and once more hide
The days blur into fraying mist
I’ll punch the walls with bleeding fists
Forget the taste of mouths that kissed
And break the urge to not resist
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Night comes early
03:50
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Night comes early in the hills
Spilling shadows down the lanes
With rusty haze the woods does fill
The shapes and sounds unchanged but strange
And sitting in this growing grey
There are, I find, no words to say
No words to scream; no words to sing
As silence clings to everything
And there is too a darkness sunk
Within my heart and mind and so
I slowly drink until I’m drunk
And speak in tongues I do not know
It will not pass ; it will not go
With every passing day it grows
My mind is filled with sand like snow
Which slowly pours away my soul
Still and silent slowly spills
The night like ink across the sky
Shadows shift and silent still
Until light to night bids goodbye
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17. |
(Interlude)
01:11
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18. |
Snow
03:27
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The snow was all we new
As the day descending flew
Past the signposts on the sun
And into darkness we drove
we drove live falling bees
Past shaking angry trees
With a veil of rain resting on the window
The sun was not the days old friend
As summer days would fain amend
In future window leaning afternoons.
The pane and view were greying blue
As all around us sang
The mud and gravel singing with the sunset.
But here the brittle course of night
Has spluttered like the matches light
That momentarily lit your body.
And though we know we’ve lost the glow
Of pasts dreaming of future homes
We know we can drive until the morning.
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19. |
Love lies bleeding
03:54
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The mountains sung and leaves were leaving
The sky the colour of waters weaving
Through the hunchbacked hills and so
The day would no more rest but grow
The hills alive, the wind a whisper
The faces burned, a heart that missed her
But freedom is an autumn leaf
It wants too much and lasts too brief
And days will pass like sunflower seeds
Which settle ‘neath the tangle weed
A rolling stone will gather not
As yesterdays are soon forgot
A life like this was born not bought
Where day is long and duly wrought
For freedom is an autumn leaf
It wants too much and lasts too brief
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Ravines and rivers
05:00
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I will pass through fields of wheat
Untill my feet are black
And though the years so quick retreat
And gather behind my back
I will always slip across
These countless nameless streets
Till i once more hold and keep
What i held so sweet
And so i march, I march like armies old
Through steep ravines and rivers and Through the snow
the snow sheets cracked and cold
Through all the world delivers
I will pass away i know
In your arms in which im sleeping
Having shared at least a kiss
With the fleeting love i'm seeking
I will pass away i know in your arms
The road behind is thick with gorse
And bracken lined with bramble
Oh if i but had a horse
I would not stoop and amble
As time is quick and wont allow
A chance to live another
Life upon this soil and sea
Or find another lover
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21. |
Silt
01:01
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22. |
Monsters
04:15
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Monsters in the night
Riddles in the dark
Who’d have thought such empty things
Could constitute great art
Staring at the ceiling
Scratching at the walls
Ive not known much
And doubt I’ll ever
Know that much at all.
But what I know I’ll keep
In a secret space behind
The bricks I’ve laid with debts unpaid
A place that you won’t find
And one day we will burn
Your house down to the ground
And from the endless dark of night
You will not hear a sound
Except the hum of insects
Their busy limbs thrum through
All the smog-laced fog of autumn’s
Warming breath and dew
But love will be the answer
I’ll listen for its call
I’ll listen for its whisper
It’s voice too still and small
Monsters in the dark
Riddles from the night
I’ll not know friend from foe it seems
But still know wrong from right
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23. |
Strange and sombre
05:18
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've never seen such strange and sombre
Faces that did peer
Out from hooded holes in cloaks
That greated me a'feared
'Where you going boy?' one asked
With a voice like splintered oak
'I want to go across the sea
To where the chimneys smoke,
And where the streets dont echo shyly
Or your secrets bleed
But to see and shout and laugh
With all as one just freed
'Youre soft as soap' he said as broke
A smile across his flat
Chin, as brick like laughter
Rocked his body for and back
'If you'll work all hours i give
Then you can feel the rumble
Of the sea for all the years
That you can spit and stumble
So i left the crumpled harbour
That had seemed so distant
From the simple town i'd tread
Whose walls were so resistant
And dipped across the sleeping sea
And squinted as the land did
Blur and then just dissappear
In a sun so heavy handed
And so the white of waves did dip
And flail and spit and quiver
And i at last was on my way
With joyful fear did shiver
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24. |
It snowed today
02:28
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It snowed today - in April
Shaking waves of white across the hills
Vast hills
Where the ghosts of trees grip the sky
I don’t know what I am doing
The grand plans of dying youth
Burst like dandelion seeds
And still it snows!
The sky - once a piercing silver
Is now a sliver of sun light
Slithering through the grey
The ground here clipped like crimped felt
It’s unreal yellow green
Spilt in soft green streams
Upon the summit
I pass through a sea of misplaced mist
Dismissed by night
And given to the morning
The dawning light a siren beneath the waves
I don’t want to leave this place
This place I’ve come to know
But go I must
Go I must
As the sunlight rusts the sky
I am a lie
I am a lie
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25. |
The days run madly
05:46
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Light plays brightly through the apple bows
The days run madly which I’d gladly disallow
If I had but half a hope to secret sway
Where I’m heading but I know there is no way
So I’ll wait for yet another dawn to lead me
Down the byways of a future yet unknown
I don’t recall the places I once lived in
I don’t recall the falling leaves of home
And I don’t have that much hope left for tomorrow
But I’ll keep an extra bottle for the break
Of waves of rays of daylight washing sorrow
From the secret sleep of all my past mistakes
I hate myself within the rear view mirror
My eyes like bacon fat - congealed and grey
I let go of the wheel but for a moment
And then decide I’ll wait another day
And then the sunlight dances through the branches
Of the coatless trees in waking air
And for a moment I am gladly nothing
Just a ghost who will gladdened madly stare
At beauty in its maddening precision
And wonder at the thoughts that flood my mind
Ridiculous obscene and still deluded
But hoping still one beauty I may find
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26. |
Flickering lights
05:02
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and it falls down on the window shutters
Like a film on a broken tape
It blurrs the sight of those outside
And doesnt dissipate
and so it goes and grey it grows
and swallows up the sky
and so i know i do not know
what i will decide
i'd rather not to have to think about what foolish thoughts i own
but drink will warm a foolish heart which before had inward roamed
i have failed to prolongue
the inevitable wrong
that only your presence will right
i've driven the long light of day and i long
for the day not to rise after night
and so it continues like laughter
the rain and the flickering lights
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27. |
Yarrow
04:42
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Yarrow and bird’s foot and dog rose and clover
Breaths from a death of the night that is over
And over and under the footsteps we thunder
Let no man or woman or child put asunder
The sky turns to silk and the milk of the moon
Fades like your footsteps which faded too soon
But maybe it’s good that no tracks do we leave
Too many too keen to reach the top of the tree
Perhaps we should stop and just watch the tree growing
Perhaps we’ll then learn what we knows not worth knowing
The gold finch, the swallow, the blackbird, the magpie
Fill the air waving their wings in goodbye
I fall in love in the blink of an eye
And as I’ve grown old
I’ve learned not to try
To understand anything and let the deck fall
No I don’t know anything no not at al
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28. |
William and Mary
04:22
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As William and Mary walked by the sea-side,
Their last farewell to take,
Should you never return, young William, she said,
My poor heart will surely break.
Be not thus dismayed, young William he said,
As he pressed the dear maid to his side,
Nor my absence don't mourn, for when I return,
I will make little Mary my bride.
Three years passed away without news, when at last,
As she sat at her own cottage door,
An old beggar came by with a patch on his eye,
Quite lame, and pity did implore;
If you're charity you'll bestow, said he,
I will tell you your fortune beside,
The lad that you mourn will never return
To make little Mary his bride.
Mary started and trembled, O tell me, she cried,
All the money I've got I will give,
To what I ask you, if you will tell me true,
Only say, my dear William live?
In poverty he lives, said he,
And shipwreck'd he has been beside,
And return will no more, because he is poor,
To make little Mary his bride
That he lives, Heaven knows the great joy that I feel,
Yet still his misfortunes I mourn,
For he'd been welcome to me in poverty,
In his blue jacket tattered and torn.
For I love him so dear, so true and sincere,
That no other I swear beside,
If in riches he roll'd, and was clothed in gold,
Should make little Mary his bride.
The patch from his eye the beggar then threw,
His old coat and his crutch too beside,
With cheeks like a rose, and in jacket so blue,
'Twas William stood by Mary's side.
Forgive me, dear maid, then William he said,
Your love it was only I tried,
To church let's away, for ere the sun sets,
I'll make little Mary my bride.
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29. |
The flood
04:57
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I am a casual friend of Jesus’ blood
I’ll take what I can to escape from the flood
And when I am done I will talk in strange tongues
And sing in the streets and sleep in the mud
I’ll tramp like a tinker from down in the south
I’ll curse like a sailor and then clean out my mouth
With another glass gift from the Islands of Scotland
The anchor of blood that I taste in my mouth
I’m all I have left now the world’s turned to shit
I can't find a home and my clothes do not fit
But I can be king in the good Prince of Wales
And sing and deliver my sparkling wit
I am a casual friend of Jesus’ blood
I’ll wait for the rust to burst bright from the bud
And all that I've known will descend into dust
As the sun bows it's head like the cows to the cud
I'll empty my thoughts as I empty my glass
My veins are a track for the trains of my past
Whose thoughts coalesce in the spaces between
The places I've left on the shelves of my dreams
I’m all I have left now the world’s turned to shit
I can't find a home and my clothes do not fit
I can't carry on but on I must go
And try to deny what my mind won't permit
The sails and the wails and the mongering fear
The babies and prams and the river runs clear
Down in the bay to all their dismay
The water’s still here and it flows like their tears
I am a casual friend of Jesus’ blood
I’ll take what I can to escape from the flood
And when I am done I will talk in strange tongues
And sing in the streets and sleep in the mud
I’ll tramp like a tinker from down in the south
I’ll curse like a sailor and then clean out my mouth
With another glass gift from the Islands of Scotland
The anchor of blood that I taste in my mouth
I’m all I have left now the world’s turned to shit
I can't find a home and my clothes do not fit
But I can be king in the good Prince of Wales
And sing and deliver my sparkling wit
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30. |
Misophone UK
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Misophone have been recording for almost two decades. In that time, they have recorded countless songs, stared at the sea
and generally hidden from view.
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