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Voices
04:32
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voices
rising from the room
a sighing light is leaving and laughing
and you think its you
smiling a sigh
inward crying crashing
and dreaming won’t let you know
mad certain sure as though
hiding
fever biting so again
imbued with a meaning raw
no strength to see it all …
stories of heart hidden
saying
i will come to yr side
i will reach then to you
i’ll draw close and i’ll find
someone is leaving you soon
in sorrows of solitude
sun locks you in the room
old and slow certain sure
tied in
and its slender fingers
will bind you again
and then
soft and slow
hem you in
briar thin
i will come to yr side
i will reach then to you
i’ll draw closer and i’ll find
someone is leaving you soon
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2. |
Dance Of Hours
05:40
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dance of hours
we’re born so naked
torn into this world
a song
so fragrant
so savoured
and
unlearned
within it,
solace …
such teeming plenitude
within its music
such a dance
within its tune
we walk
in raiment that dazzles all the earth
we crawl
in pain
clothing us like dirt
we refuse
sunlight
we refuse
the night
we walk indifferent
in a poor pretence of blindness
we all go naked
torn out from the world
questioning
faithless
swallowed in our words
we go faithless
we go spurned
we turn naked
naked to the earth
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3. |
Much Wants More
03:32
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much wants more
much wants more
more wants more
i dream you are here i dream you are there
i dream you are near i dream you are everywhere
song of yr soul
i’ll catch the song of yr soul
bright butterfly pinned to a page
the colour of flight
kept for always
your memory’s safe your memory’s warm
pinned to the page beauty displayed
beautiful box beautiful case
beautiful glass beautiful face
patterns of pride
rich dazzling pride
i dream you are here i dream you are there
i dream you are near i dream you are everywhere
bright butterfly
pinned to a page
the colour
of flight
kept
for always
beautiful box beautiful case
beautiful glass yr beautiful face
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4. |
Morning Singing
03:19
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morning singing
as dear as cooling air coming to me
thru opened windows with the morning singing
just yellowed photos curling
they’re all i’ve seen
of yr handsome youthful strong body
last night
when i lay down to sleep
i dreamed i saw you walking in the world
and now
you seem to be close to hand
behind my eyes
i’m watching you
as you stand straight and tall
once more real to me
in some way vivid
as if you were really here to see
last night
when I lay down to sleep
i dreamed I saw you
walking
in the world
Martyn Bates : guitar. tambourine. Vox.
Pete Becker : bass. whistling. b-vox
Elizabeth S : banjo. b-vox
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5. |
Seeing/Book Of Days
03:35
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seeing/
book of days
seeing like a book of days
left opening at each revealing page
like seeing into an ecstatic face
and you believe, yr all-believing
yr singing like the stars
that frame yr day
smiling thru the turning night
that makes you stop yr sleeping awhile
a thought that hits
that strikes you alive
a cherished gift
to keep awhile
for you to prize
yet, cracked words
like an ever dieing curse
like travesties alive scrawled within yr heart
nurtured you then
as you stalked the earth
looming larger
so impossibly
glowering down on all you’d spurn
swallowed then,
swallowed in the breeze that wore you like the guise of rags that you believed in
blowing in the breezes clamouring around you
tearing in the sheer winds that had found you
that drown you
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6. |
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among the gathering skies
so arch yr lightened face assailed
stained by broken words
tumbling from a face that fails you
reading as a twister blur
now that the night is here
morning spells fear
drowning all i say
and all that i recognise
so little of cheer
so little of grace
and so, lips parted, eyes dimming like sleep
ah, sometimes to drink
to cease the thirst
be at some of peace
in all this breaking world
to be taken awhile
in raptures so strange
to almost not know this place
and just to forget awhile
forget chance
forget fate
forgetting this day
forget
this day
evening again
& i’m watching
staring up into white flowers of night
a connection fired between earth and sky
unravelling the lines of sight
that run from longing eyes
eyes that espy
such dear dead diving lights
and I forget awhile
forget the cry
forget the fears the cries the smiles
exquisite time
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7. |
So You Appear
03:30
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so you appear
such a little spark
is it ever likely
that such a little spark
will turn aflame where it is so dark
it seems unlikely
that once more the flame will catch light
so you appear here and i know
that finally its clear that you’ll walk away
and I don’t understand
so you appear here and i know
at last it’s for certain that you’ll walk from here
from the day that we made
all those plans
such
a little spark
that was burning brightly
can burn again
tho it is so dark
well it still just might be
that once more that flame will catch light
so you appear here and i know
that finally its clear that you’ll walk away
and I don’t understand
so you appear here and i know
at last it’s for certain that you’ll walk away
from the days that you made all those plans
all of those plans
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8. |
Slow Eve
03:30
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slow eve
to see the lights stretch out
before me
all the elements that make a story
striking once
to clear the mad day
to strike again and slip away
to live a day
to simply live a day in wonder
caught between the now and then
caught between the wise and foolish
torn between the captured and the unruly
it’s better then to say no word
it’s better then to just observe
oh so certain of nothing
though yr wanting to live everything
first the fire rekindling
and then again the fire dying
to then be the dreaming child again
and then in old age, all mystery
the days rise in lights
all displayed
so bright
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9. |
Childhood Knives
03:30
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childhood knives
decked out like a doll
a figure of fortune
mascarred
fastening yr eyes pinned tight shut
as they bid to distort you
words wrapping round yr smile so loud
the childhood knives
cut in thru you
as they turn
cry out
at these childhood knives
you can’t remember who you were
in empty space that once used to caress you
in barren blessings
that soar
down to earth
cursing reflecting silhouetting into you
a harsh refraction that is not yours
so loud
burn the childhood knives
cutting thru you as they turn
cry out
at these childhood knives
you can’t remember who you were
so loud call the childhood knives
cutting thru you
as they turn
cry out at these childhood knives
you can’t remember
who
you
were
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10. |
Dreaming Body
01:31
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dreaming body
dreaming body
dreaming body
dreaming body
dreaming body
dreaming body
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11. |
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if i could live as the sun does
but
clawing at words you want to touch the reasons you want the shape the flavour & the meanings .
if i could live as the sun does :
but ...
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12. |
Endless Trees
03:58
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endless trees
and as you speak
it almost seems possible to open in longing now to you
to reach as far as cruel absurd sorrow does
to stretch out searching hands
to you
bringing everything to this evening
for light to wane to fade into feeling
and sun to melt all you believe in
just endless, endless trees
and horizon escaping me
sunset’s the song that you breathe
and as you spoke you touched me knowingly
so readily
i give myself for you
all tears and reminders
all love all laughter
too readily
i rest myself with you
to give all, as the last of evening
to give all as the mist of evening
give all, as lights that wane, that fade into fearings …
give all,
as sun to melt all and fade,
as belief did...
endless, endless trees,
where sunset is no sign that this will cease …
sunset is the song
that you breathe
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Eyeless In Gaza UK
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