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The sound of waves like a distant wind soothes my hungry ears
No trace or mark of where blue meets blue
No space between me and you
Foam tumbles from a watercolour sky finds a shore unsure
Touch and leave ever questioning until
A photograph holds it still
Is this the unattended moment, where past and future reconcile?
I just want to understand
Hints and guesses all there is,
your words are succour for a while..
Beside these rocks we’ll find our place
Held tight in ancient stone
Embrace
The tide will turn
as voices yearn
to believe
The sound of waves like a distant wind soothes away these tears
No trace or mark of where blue meets blue
No space between me and you
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Different with you
03:52
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Song that you'd like
02:32
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You’re a brown eyed beautiful boy
heart like silk I can’t describe it
Wild delicate joy
Just let me in and let me try it
Your voice thrills the void
moves the air with expectation
Leaves me enjoying
you
I want to write a song that you would like
I want to write a song that you’d like
And if I wrote a song that you’d like
Would you like me?
And how long ?
I’m wondering what else I might do
How long
Til I get through to you?
I want to write a song that you’d like
I want to write a song that you’d like
And if I wrote a song that you’d like
Would you like me?
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Written by WB Yeats
Autumn is over the long leaves that love us,
And over the mice in the barley sheaves;
Yellow the leaves of the rowan above us,
And yellow the wet wild-strawberry leaves.
The hour of the waning of love has beset us,
And weary and worn are our sad souls now;
Let us part, ere the season of passion forget us,
With a kiss and a tear on thy drooping brow.
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Griffin and Sabine
04:18
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Limbo
03:48
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Chime
05:09
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Sometimes I’m so excited I don’t know what to do
It’s like my heart has taken over and my body’s ringing true
MY eyes glint with EXPECTATION
And my insides thrill with giggles with giggles
A rushing sensation that in minutes turns to
drivel
oh what I might be if I try not to notice
and what I might see if I try to stay focused
but why do my thoughts crowd around me like JOKERS?
I can’t give in
But I can’t give up
There’s so much fear to fill me up
like liquid stone I’m grey most of the time
But for a moment some days
everything around me starts to
CHIME
I was only just eighteen when I met a dead man walking
He summed me up in sentences I couldn’t stop him talking
About the glories he’d achieved
And what he could DO with me, this empty
metaphor of nothing that he strapped across his knee
what I might be if I try not to notice
and what I might see if I try to stay focused
but why do my thoughts crowd around me like jokers?
I can’t give in
But I can’t give up
There’s so much fear to fill me up like liquid stone
I’m grey most of the time
But for a moment some days
everything around me starts to
CHIME
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Reason for a Song
04:34
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I’m thinking of your body in the bath mama
Your lines and curves I realize now a time-travel work of art
As I lie hot and still the age you were , mama
It seems so young - to understand
I’m closer now than you will ever know mama
The water soothes my frowns as you showed me years ago
You said you dream of food, I dream of songs, mama
Without the notes I’m lost
You say we all get lost
But it’s hard to hold the reason for a song….
I’m trying to write this down before it dies mama
we’ve both seen the pain of holding these relationships inside
Tell me if I’m speaking out of turn mama
There’s nothing I can say
To catch our yesterdays
it’s hard to hold the reason for a song…
And now the music’s getting far too loud mama
My thoughts are falling heavy trying to please this virtual crowd
I hope you know I’m thinking of you now mama
I’ve many notes to find
Before I reach my kind
It ‘s hard to hold the reason for a song
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Hold on
04:57
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You closed your eyes and said today made you sad
As if it made you feel the pain of tomorrow
And in the morning light I thank the luck we’ve had
It’s hard to rationalize this time we seem to borrow
Hold on
Our sad times they will come
Hold on
As our lives move on
Hold on
just enjoy this ride we’re on…
I made some biscuits - thought that it might make you smile
I burned them obviously – they taste a bit like sawdust
I wasn’t thinking – took my eye off for a while
That’s what it feels like when I start to lose your trust
Hold on
Our sad times they will come
Hold on
As our lives move on
Hold on
Let’s enjoy this ride we’re on…
So many stories stem from paradise gone wrong
One on the news today – a woman and her family
A fragile voice revealed a sadness far beyond
these quiet nights we take for granted - so please can we
Hold on
Etc.
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Tired
04:30
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What?
Did I breathe too much air for you
What?
Did you need someone there for you
What?
Is the point of us playing this game
Tired
Tired of being what you want me to be
Trying to see what you want me to see
Tired of slowly unravelling from me
No it’s not an irrational point of view
I have thought it, so it’s true
There’s a life outside of you
Feel my words, they get stronger with each line
Fed and fuelled by wasted time
You had yours, now I’ll find mine
Lost
Little boy playing dolls again
Costing out lives like a poker game
What? – is there pleasure or comfort in pain?
Pack your bag – oh I’m sorry but it’s
already packed
and this straw has been silently stacked
There’s only one left – watch your back.
No it’s not an irrational point of view
I have thought it so far through
There’s a place outside of you
No it’s not a bad day, time, month or year
Fact I’ve never felt so clear
There is nothing left to fear
Feel my words, they grow stronger with each line
Fed and fuelled by wasted time
You had yours, now I’ll find mine
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Stars
06:02
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Kate Dimbleby UK
‘life affirming’ Sunday Times Artist of the Week
‘riveting’ Mail on Sunday, Album of the Week
‘fresh, subtle and startling’ The Guardian
‘intriguing, file under one offs’ 4* ‘Arts First Night’
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