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Peter Roy and Ron are gone
Up across the Great Divide
Pictures all my life hanging on a wall
Daylight
Show me, tell me how to do it right
When I'm on my own
Something flickers in the candle-light
Tells me I am close
Human has a pain inside
Pictures all my life
Build a tower high
Fashion it from sound and sight
Show me, tell me how to do it right
When I'm on my own
Something flickers in the candle-light
Tells me I am closer
To the feeling that I might just get it right
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When in the world
Good things unfurl themselves to me
It dark and damp hidden away from the sun and heat
Wallow all day then walk away
Sounds good to me
All things must change
All things must stay the same you see?
Carpet The Green
Ransom me and then marble my blue
Things unbidden unfurl for you
They said to me I don't know much
Hidden away from the heat
They said to me I don't know much
Hidden away from the sea
Follow me below -
Down to the place where the moss fern grow
Carpet The Green
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Witchy Grid
03:29
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Have you seen the Witchy Grid?
Deep in the forest it's hid
Step inside don't be afraid
You can see what you've made
Ask it a question - hear no lie
We'll see you on the other side
Grid writ large on the land
Ask it a question hear no lie
Buckle-up, enjoy the ride
I don't care. Run before the plough!
In one ear - the other out
Have you been along the Rack?
Have you no turning back?
Deep the forest where it's hid
Deep the truth of Witchy grid
I don't care. Run before the plough!
In one ear - the other out
Now we're deep, deep in Inner Bounds
Chase. The hart. Woodcutts. The ground.
Have you seen the Witchy Grid?
Deep the forest where it's hid
Now you've seen the Grid Of Witch
Now you know what you did
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Even On Sundays
06:26
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You're here to work you're not dicking around
Build yourself up and then knock yourself down
Even on Sundays
Write it on paper; fold it away
(hold me never let me go)
I'm here to work but I'm dicking around
Turning up early, hanging around
It's the same always
Write it on paper; throw it away
(hold me never let me go)
Even on Sundays!
Written on paper, saved for the day
Meanwhile in town, never a frown
Turning up early, hanging around
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I can't see a way of making blue from grey
Then I meet somebody who doesn't look at it that way
I can't see a way of making work today
"Over my dead body!" - that's not something I would say
Fullest bright and full as cosmic right?
Fade to blue from grey
It's fleeting like a life
And I'm running all the way
"Over my dead body!" - that's not something I would say
Fullest bright and full as cosmic right?
Fade to blue from grey
It's fleeting like a life
And I'm running all the way
I don't have the time, it's like the pylon-line
Running though the valley
Now I'm running all the way
Fullest bright and full as cosmic right?
Fade to blue from grey
It's fleeting like a life
And I'm running all the way
"Over my dead body!" - that's not something I would say
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Best Behaviour
07:49
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Say my name again
Say it louder and then
I will hear it in my brain!
Over above the sound of the rain
Falling again
Kiss me, kiss me harder and harder again
I will feel it I am awake!
But when it comes to my mistake
I'm falling again
I'm not forsaken today
On best behaviour anyway
With heads on my pillow
Not alone
Play my song again
Play it louder and then
I will hear it from far away!
Where I'll sit is where I'll stay
I'm not forsaken today
On best behaviour anyway
With heads on my pillow
Not alone
Say my name again
Say it louder and then
I will hear it from my grave!
Where I lie is where I'll stay
Next' the field where they cut the hay
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SWEET dreams, form a shade
O’er my lovely infant’s head;
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams
By happy, silent, moony beams.
Sweet sleep, with soft down
Weave thy brows an infant crown.
Sweet sleep, Angel mild,
Hover o’er my happy child.
Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my delight;
Sweet smiles, mother’s smiles,
All the livelong night beguiles.
Sweet moans, dovelike sighs,
Chase not slumber from thy eyes.
Sweet moans, sweeter smiles,
All the dovelike moans beguiles.
Sleep, sleep, happy child,
All creation slept and smil’d;
Sleep, sleep, happy sleep,
While o’er thee thy mother weep.
Sweet babe, in thy face
Holy image I can trace.
Sweet babe, once like thee,
Thy maker lay and wept for me.
Wept for me, for thee, for all,
When He was an infant small.
Thou His image ever see,
Heavenly face that smiles on thee,
Smiles on thee, on me, on all;
Who became an infant small.
Infant smiles are His own smiles;
Heaven and earth to peace beguiles.
WILLIAM BLAKE
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8. |
Knot Golden
05:20
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Sailing on good ship 'Knot Golden'
Headed for the future day
Not to hit the rock
Nor perish on the soundwave
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Icarus
02:58
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With the rising of the flood
See the river flow
He saw colours on the wall
Colours that we'll never know
Then he followed the river-green
To the royal town
He grew up tall
He walked abroad
He wore a golden crown
St Cecilia was his girl
She wore a purple shroud
He played her music everywhere
He liked it good and loud
(I was there I heard it with my very ears!)
He then flew too close to the sun
(If you know what I mean?)
The colours all ran and so it began -
He fell into the water green
Then he followed the river down
Down to London-On-Sea
He looked for a wife and all things nice
Did he find her? What do you think?
(I was there I saw it with my very eyes!)
With the rising of the flood
He lived and then he died
He died for us all - someone had to fall
It could have been you or me
It might have been you or me
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Hares On The Mountain
02:53
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Oh Sally my dear, it's you I'd be kissing
Oh Sally my dear, it's you I'd be kissing
She smiled and replied, “you don't know what you're missing”
Oh Sally my dear, I wish I could wed you
Oh Sally my dear, I wish I could bed you
She smiled and replied, "Then you'd say I'd misled you"
If all you young men were hares on the mountain
If all you young men were hares on the mountain
How many young girls would take guns and go hunting?
If the young men could sing like blackbirds and thrushes
If the young men could sing like blackbirds and thrushes
How many young girls would go beating the bushes?
If all you young men wеre fish in the water
If all you young mеn were fish in the water
How many young girls would undress and dive after?
But the young men are given to frisking and fooling
Oh the young men are given to frisking and fooling
So leave them alone and attend to your schooling
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Nocturne
06:00
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Be still my mind! It’s 5 in the morning
I’m lying awake on my bed
Outside the window the creatures and stirring
I’m better off with them instead
I’ll carry them around in a pocket
Inside my coat
And if it rains we’re alright
Dry as you like
I’ll carry them around with me
Keep them in a jar
And when it’s safe - let them go
Into the morning.
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Craig Fortnam UK
Craig Fortnam - composer/performer for North Sea Radio Orchestra and Arch Garrison. Also makes solo records.
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