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Harbinger Fayre
02:56
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We’re packing up the sun for the winter.
We’re packing up the sun for the winter
It’ll be cold,
It’ll be dark,
Roll us back to start,
Let us lie in the fallows of this year.
We leave you late mornings,
Like new, shiny pennies
And stretch out the Autumn before
We’re packing up the sun for the winter.
Bring in the harvests, fuel the home fires
Say your farewells at the Harbinger Fayre
Winter bleach out colours
Till the fields are monochrome.
We’re packing up the sun for the winter.
We’re packing up the sun for the winter
It’ll be cold,
It’ll be dark,
Roll us back to start,
Let us lie in the fallows of this year.
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2. |
Night Sings To Winter
02:39
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I am writing you a song.
You have been away too long.
You’ve forgotten where you cam from
or when you’re coming home
to make old bones.
In these sad forgotten ruins
theres still a throne for you,
My King,
My King.
You’re my world
You're my world-
You're my world
You’re my world
You’re my world
You’re My
My world
Ever bright light casts a shadow.
The darkest hours before the dawn.
There’s a bright new date emerging,
A castle washed clean by a storm.
Cause
You’re my world
You're my world-
You're my world
You’re my world
You’re my world
You’re My
My world.
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Opal's Lullaby
01:32
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Baby Small, Baby Small
You’re Mama’s a mermaid
You’re Papa’s a storm.
And if you blow hot
Or if you grow cold
They’ll shower you in kisses
And cradle you in calm.
Baby Small, Baby Small
You’re Mama wears Nighttime
You’re Papa wears Snow
And if you blow hot
Or if you grow cold
They’ll shower you in kisses
And cradle you in calm.
Baby Small, Baby Small
You’re Mama
You’re Papa
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4. |
Floating
03:26
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You place a palm upon back
And all I can say is, “No”.
You’ve got it wrong,
Stand up, step back.
I laugh but its not a joke.
A sound rents the air,
It buckles and swears,
We break at the knees
and we fall
I am floating, anchor me or I’ll blow away.
Pull me down and close the door,
Trap the crow in a cage.
Im a daemon ,
A drove of bulls;
Flotsom on the waves.
Dont just stand there and look at me
As I scream
and I flail
and I rage, rage, rage.
You shake you head and pat my hand.
You say it’s an awful shock.
A problem shared,
is a problem halved.
We’re not islands,
we’re never alone.
But this room is a lake
And we all start to wade
to lifeboats that never arrive.
I am floating, anchor me or I’ll blow away.
Pull me down and close the door,
Trap the crow in a cage.
Im a daemon ,
A drove of bulls;
Flotsom on the waves.
Dont just stand there and look at me
As I scream
and I flail
and I rage, rage, rage.
rage, rage, rage.
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5. |
Bolting
05:12
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The love you love can leave.
The breeze can catch your love.
I’d close your palm, gravity might snatch your love.
It has bolted in the Night.
Hunt it back, seek it out.
The moment I see you, I’ll surrender dear. (x3)
I could be on my back
and feel the right way up.
Lost at home, stranded by what once was luck.
Pride enjoyed before The Fall,
humble souls can’t ask for more.
The moment I see you, I’ll surrender dear. (x3)
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6. |
Drunken Boat Song
02:59
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The sky’s lying low, she is breathless.
The stars have left town, there’s no torch in the dark,
The clouds smother earth, like we live in a nightmare.
I just want to turn my back and run (x3)
For the hills.
My name is attached to the problem.
You seem to think I am the root and the cause,
To all of the woes that once flew from your window.
I just want to turn my back and run (x3)
For the hills.
Your face is so blank, I daren’t read it.
I can’t catch your blame with the wind in my sails
There’ll be somebody else will mop up your anguish.
I just want to turn my back and run (x3)
For the hills.
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7. |
Dangerous Plans
03:45
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The devils got you in his palm,
Walks you out onto the ledge, he says
“Trust me, I’m your right hand man.”
Smiling at your inner thoughts, but he’s
Making dangerous plans,
Laughs out loud, like he’s already won.
Ties you up in knots,
Promises things you already got.
My love is not small and quiet,
I won’t stand by and be silent.
Gonna shout into the abyss
Till it echoes, echoes, echoes! (repeat)
The devils got you in his palm,
Pushing you out to the edge, he says,
“Trust me, you can hold my hand.”
Steady with your every step, cause he’s
Making dangerous plans,
Stealing friendships out of your hands
Swear he’s all you’ve got,
Happiness is him, but it’s not.
My love is not small and quiet
I won’t stand by and be silent
Gonna shout into the abyss
Till it echoes, echoes, echoes! (repeat)
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Time stood still,
Both night and day.
Day and Night
Time stood still
The mothers cried in darkened corners,
But nothing changed, nothing changed, nothing changed.
We turned our backs
against the old ways.
The olden days
Have been and gone.
And now the children, they can’t remember
The way it was, the way it was, the way it was.
The stores ran dry
Of Beer and wine.
For wine and beer
were all we drank.
So many tried not to be idol
As we locked down, as we locked down, as we locked down.
All alone,
We drew the curtains.
Kept to ourselves,
behind closed doors.
Our inner thoughts became disordered
We paced the floor, we paced the floor, we paced the floor.
Time stood still,
Both night and day.
Day and Night
Time Stood still
The mothers cried in darkened corners
But nothing changed, nothing changed, nothing changed.
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9. |
Borrow Time
02:16
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If there was a way we could trade places
Or turn back the hours of time;
I’d pawn all that I had
For a few extra minutes
Or just give you some of mine.
If there was a way to ease the sadness
Or stop it from happening at all;
I’d hand over my freedom,
my world possessions,
To still have you in my life.
I would have given it all
given it all
given it all
for you
If there was a way I could send a letter
and write request to god.
I’d lay out the facts
You’re presence is requested
And actually I need you back
If there was a market where we could barter
or swop all our talents for time;
Id bid for a week,
sing for a year,
Borrow a clock,
hustle for hours,
move the sun,
freeze the tide,
do all that it took, just to give you more time.
I would have given it all
given it all
given it all
for you.
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10. |
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It’s the time to watch swallows swing
Through early blue skies,
For the trumpets of daffodils
To signal their delight,
For the last frosts to thaw, now,
And jewel every leaf-
Stand up and meet the day,
It’s the time to begin.
It’s the start of the sentence,
It’s the very first word;
It’s call of the school bell,
It’s the bus journey to work.
The distraction of doing,
And some how we’ve begun
Gather up the best of life,
It’s the time to begin.
We’ve been given a fresh page,
We step up to the line;
Theres a choice to begin again
or to take some more time.
There is always tomorrow
But we’ll begin today.
Turn your face towards the sun,
begin to feel its rays.
We will always remember
We will never forget
That the weight that we carried
Nearly spelt out the end.
But by the end of the dark night
Light always finds a way - in
Wake yourself up from the dream
It’s time to begin.
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The Greyhounds UK
Fragile and fluid, The Greyhounds recharge the immediacy of folk music with their unique canon of original, narrative songs.
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