1. |
Mourning is Broken
02:17
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Every day's a salvage operation
To see what you have left
Feeling bereft
Birds are singing
Alarm is ringing
It's a beautiful morning
To be driving
To a funeral
Hungover
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2. |
Summer of Glove
07:09
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Spring alters the blood
Slower than a bad guy's horse
Doing the cobra
From Guatabad to Guataworse
Still it's never late
If in the end all is good
Just go east on the wolves
Oh Little Red Riding Hood
Tender cloud, you be loved
As spring enters the blood
Race across the blue abyss above
Tender cloud, summer of glove
If you raise crows
You know they will peck out your eyes
The world's a napkin
But a bad bug never dies
Summer of glove
The count is clear and the chocolate thick
Throw a glance and watch it stick
Tender cloud shroud a blood red moon
Head at three in the afternoon
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3. |
Cracking the Code
06:45
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I'm cracking the code
Bit by bit
Don't ask me why
Or what I want with it
I'm rolling back the stone
From the tomb
So our secret talk
We can resume
I'm cracking the code
Working through the night
It's been there for years
But it's only just come to light
I'm searching through the shadows
Looking for a clue
I'm pulling back the undergrowth
Just to catch a better view
I like the green of far away fields
But I'm not too green to forget what is real
A lie's a lie whatever the shade
However sweet the tongue
However ripe the promise made
I'm cracking the code
But it eats at me
I don't understand
The life it leads
In silent valleys
Across centuries
A music and a weapon
Your ruthless tease
I'm cracking the code
I must do it alone
I thought we could crack it together
But each must crack his own
For yours is a code
I'll never understand
So I'll just slip back into the shadows
And keep speaking with the land
I like the green of far away fields
But I'm not too green to forget what is real
A lie's a lie whatever the shade
However sweet the tongue
However ripe the promise made
Surprise me, baby
Make it all worthwhile
Spring forth from the silence
Do it in style
But I know you will stay silent
And I'll not take it thick
Mar an té nach bhfuil laidir
Caithfidh sé a bheidh glic
I like the green of far away fields...
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4. |
Riven Wanter Fancies
04:13
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Riven Wanter fancies
Ring a ring of lazies
Scroll through imitations
Stare at your reflection
Do your best impression
For all to see
Riven Wanter fancies
Pay the price of daydreams
A stay of execution
Is no absolution
Still, make your best ablutions
For the gods
I lost my love
To a star
Of the digital firmament
But that's ok
Because nothing is permanent
I feel kinda holy even when I feel kinda holy even when I feel kinda holy even when I fail
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5. |
Whatever You Do
03:46
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I sleep in the cold
I live in the dark
I do what it takes
To kindle a spark
I'm sorry if I miss the mark, sometimes
But don't think I don't care
Whatever you do
I'm seeing old things
In a new light
I can't look at it
It gets too bright
I'm trying my best
To put things right this time
Don't think I don't care
Whatever you do
I feel a wind
An offer rescind
The hands of summer turn cold
But I sense a change
A curve in range
Something about to unfold
I'm anticipating
I'm patiently waiting
'Til our hearts are full again...
But 'til then
I'll sleep in the cold
I'll walk in the park
I'll go where it takes
To kindle that spark
I know that I'll miss the mark, sometimes
But don't think I don't care
Whatever you do
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6. |
Business
02:24
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It's business
Business as usual
(none of my business, no)
What am I to do?
I must go get new shoes
Before footwear crisis blues
Swallows me whole
Holes in my soles
The world is ending,
Please! I'll be gaining followers
On interplanetary craft fair artisan Amazon marketplaces friendly faces
Thank you for doing business
Mind the minefield on your way out
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7. |
Historicity
03:14
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Tell me that it's got some history
A family tree
A little mystery
Tell me that it's old and it's unique
Let it speak
Tales of bravery
One touch and I tunnel down the sand
A foreign land
It feels so real to me
It's everything I want the past to be
It's future free
This historicity
Everything I own becomes a shell
My legs are hell
Creaking under strain
I'd give it all to have my piece of eight
Is it to late
To participate?
One touch and I tunnel down the sand
A foreign land
It feels so real to me
It's everything I want the past to be
It's future free
This historicity
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8. |
Deep Sleep
03:42
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There was a time
When I had dreams
Not just nightmares
Before I caved in
To every whim and vice
But now the dreams
Or so it seems
Are over
And every nightmare
Feels like paradise
For long ago
I set my mind on deep sleep
Waiting for my divorce from reality
To come through
There was a time
I'd agonise
Over every choice
Before I learned
To live with consequence
But now I know my place
In time and space
Is too small
To concern myself
With cause and effect
For long ago
I set my soul to deep sleep
Waiting for my divorce from reality
To come through
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9. |
Old Gods
04:49
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It's no country for old gods
They fled along ago
With the bard and golden eagle
The wolf, the earl and the oak tree
Their worlds melting like the snow
It's no country for old gods
The wells are running dry
Silver bough and golden apple
Growing in the waste ground
Fighting to reach the sky
Old gods
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Comrade Hat Londonderry, UK
Old Gods, Vol. 1 - Out Now
Comrade Hat is Neil Burns when he writes songs.
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