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A Summer of Words
00:52
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It's been a summer of words,
By the empty church
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2. |
Life's a Nursery Rhyme
02:47
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I
Birthed by the mountains
and raised by the dragon
Parts of me
On every dragged wagon
My list of goals
Has been sat there for years
the ones I wrote then
now bring me to tears
I've moved on I've changed
New things I want to do,
That list's no longer me
So I've left it with you
II
And it's far too quiet,
I just don't buy it
III
I've been fortunate enough
To see the world
To dance and live life
In an incessant swirl
IV
Been finding myself
and all that shit,
I found my dying body
at the bottom of a ditch
Roped him out,
Cleared those who'd thrown him in,
He regained his energy,
To the tune of a mandolin
Now I can’t stop the twat,
Bouncing around,
As he sings his lungs out,
Skipping uptown
I asked him what's changed mate,
You seem high all the time,
He replied I've finally discovered,
Life's a nursery rhyme
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The coffee it helps
Quench this dull headache
I’ve had now for numerous days,
Too many late nights
Ales and tablets
I’ve burnt up my turn of phrase
You ruthlessly call me
And tell me quite firmly
That this time it really is it,
I press the red button
Dig my head in the pillow
As the message it slowly transmits
This city never was my home,
But I miss it I miss it so,
This city never was my home,
And now I've got no place to go.
In this strange room
I don’t at all recognise
All this clutter surrounding the bed,
It makes no more sense
Than the apathy circling
In the nest at the front of my head
I’ll lay here all day
Until this numb goes away
And motivation returns to my bones,
The air here is stagnant
It’s so hard to drift off
When dragged back by one's slatternly clothes
This city never was my home,
But I miss it I miss it so,
This city never was my home,
And now I've got no place to go.
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Sing to me,
In your daft hat with all the flowers,
Sing to me,
About the birds and all their powers,
Sing to me,
Under the sky in heavy showers,
Sing to me,
Until the early morning hours
Perhaps the way things are now,
Is the way they’re supposed to be,
Perhaps back then you weren’t you,
And I wasn’t me
Dream with me,
In your daft hat with all the flowers,
Dream with me,
About the birds and all their powers,
Dream with me,
Under the sky in heavy showers,
Dream with me,
Until the early morning hours
Perhaps the way things are now,
Is the way they’re supposed to be,
Perhaps back then you weren’t you,
And I wasn’t me
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5. |
The Mountain
02:42
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He threw a hammer through the window,
And followed it through the glass,
The shards cutting his skin,
Before he landed on the grass,
The peacock fluttered heavily.
Charging towards the sun,
As it dropped and dropped so slowly,
Before the dark had finally won,
The town it hummed with emptiness,
As he stumbled over the stones,
Put there a thousand years ago,
By families and bones,
The steadfast suit it chased him,
Through the alleys and round fountains,
Glassed blood it flowed across him,
As he scrambled up the mountain
The summit was bitter cold,
Though he couldn't feel his limbs,
He threw himself down the north face
And pretended he had wings.
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We've walked the island late at night,
Around diffuse liquids of light,
My soul it's been buzzing a tune,
From bar to bar we went and laughed,
Our words they followed the downdraft,
Kicked out into the shadow of the moon,
The pebbles crunched beneath our feet,
Our words accompanied the bleats,
I leapt to show the power in my legs,
The wind it shivered through my teeth,
The sun it scattered on the heath,
Playful touches separated by our threads
Oh what an evergreen ride,
As we float on side by side,
Oh what an evergreen ride,
Let the currents be our guide
Sat on a rock by Stanage Edge,
Rustic colours to the distance stretch,
Something inside me sparks , almost ignites,
I kicked the lettuce to the crack,
We held hands and turned back,
Your eyes like glowing bracken in twilight
The lime green and the muted browns,
Spark thoughts and visions of raised brows,
You shuffle up and rest upon my dreams,
You ask me as if it is tradition,
What would I do with my three wishes,
I'd throw up time and tear it at the seams
Oh what an evergreen ride,
As we float on side by side,
Oh what an evergreen ride,
Let the currents be our guide
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Jump into my yacht set off for the open sea,
I'm going to ride this old boat straight to Italy,
I have a quick think, I don't have a clue how to sail,
But now I'm in the ocean, my trip’s doomed fail,
I throw up a teabag, try and judge the wind,
But the sail it rips, oh what trouble I'm in,
I throw up my hands and exclaim oh well,
I'm a white middle class man, I'll just ride the swell.
I’ve always got a tailwind with this much privilege,
I’ll just sit on my arse and play some cribbage,
Yeah I’ve been wondering when I’ll know,
Just what is going on and where the fuck to go,
I hope I wake up and it’s all been a dream,
Just some inventive nightmare sent by a moonbeam
I'm awoken by a crunch, I've hit a rock,
Head on up to the deck in nothing but my socks,
I wonder where I've got after months of floating,
I'm sure I've gone miles with all this boating,
Somehow I’m in the bit of Switzerland near France,
I can tell by all the baguettes and Christine and the Queens fans.
I say 'hang on a minute I thought Switzerland was landlocked?'
What the fuck's going on? Has my sanity been docked?
Yeah I’ve been wondering when I’ll know,
Just what is going on and where the fuck to go,
I hope I wake up and it’s all been a dream,
Just some inventive nightmare sent by a moonbeam
I head on down to the bakery and order a croissant,
I mean when in Rome or when near Frooonce.
I say something offensive, I didn't mean to I'm honest,
I was just trying to order some baked goods I promise,
But I'm being chased now and I've lost a shoe,
I'm running really awkwardly like I need the loo,
The baker takes aim hurls a baguette like a javelin,
It's pretty clear now I've chosen a poor place to travel in
I fling a Toblerone back, watch it sail through the air,
And now he's been stopped with a questionnaire,
The baker's down and I'm free again,
But there's no way in hell that this is the end
Yeah I’ve been wondering when I’ll know,
Just what is going on and where the fuck to go,
I hope I wake up and it’s all been a dream,
Just some inventive nightmare sent by a moonbeam
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8. |
Cosmic Sway
02:24
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The lights are fading into black,
As they try to flicker on the stacks,
But death will find us all one day,
Sleeping in some cosmic sway,
A tickle of presumption in the air,
The lifts that happened won't seem fair,
As peaks and eloquence fade away,
A truth that lead us all astray,
All I wanted was effortlessly afloat,
Above the hearted sunken boats,
Dropping towards those glinting eyes,
There was no doing in the way you tried.
As peaks and eloquence fade away,
A truth that lead us all astray,
But death will find us all one day,
Sleeping in some cosmic sway,
Death will find us one day
Sleeping in some cosmic sway,
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9. |
A Scream Goodbye
03:49
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Four instant coffees down,
My synapses hazed,
I cut my way through the hedge,
A shortcut in this maze,
I hear a humming in the distance,
Probably the grate of wanderlust
I don’t have enough enemies,
And too many people that I trust
Feel like I’m floating,
On feathers above the ground,
Life doesn’t feel real anymore,
The past has been rewound,
The crows are busy squawking,
And I hear nothing but songs,
I swear everywhere I walk,
There’s a clatter of applause
I remember the darkness,
I remember my fears,
As I slowly fell for years and years,
I remember waking,
And feeling dead inside,
No fucking idea what to do with my life
I must have escaped the cave,
And now my surroundings all seem light,
Everything moves out the way,
Nothing puts up a fight,
The trees lining the road wave,
To the souls that they’ve brushed,
I’m just living in the moment,
And struggling to adjust.
I remember the darkness,
I remember my fears,
As I slowly fell for years and years,
I remember waking,
And feeling dead inside,
No fucking idea what to do with my life
But now when I wake up,
I feel alive,
I spread my wings,
And scream goodbye,
I soar over trees
No sign of the time,
When I spent my days,
Planning which bridges to climb
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10. |
The Empty Church
01:00
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The Idle Owl Sheffield, UK
Energetic & punky singer/songwriter. Born in Switzerland but now living in Sheffield.
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