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Sparks
04:54
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There was a ring
Crafted from ore
From foundry to miller to jewellery store
There were the rocky times
The price for her band
Time smoothed the edges
Like pebbles in sand
There were some pictures
Of times raw and real
Stacked like a deck of cards
Cut here to reveal
There was the tristesse
An act of three parts
And yes there were diamonds
Sometimes the hearts
The joker presented
A lilting romance
Strike at the anvil
In the sparks, in the sparks you dance
There were some flames
But wary of heat
On many occasions
He’s out on the street
There is the deck again
She’s cut it quite deep
He’s there on another card
She might choose to keep
The long summer’s ended
The evening grows dim
She stands on the patio
Waiting for him
But jokers get sad too
Saddest of all
He’s not in the best state
To dial the call
There is the deck again
It’s cast in the dirt
Long grows the garden
To bury the hurt
The joker presented
A lilting romance
Strike at the anvil
In the sparks, in the sparks you dance
Joker come back
Into the pack
Come back come back
Come back a better man
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2. |
Brambles
03:20
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If you unfriend me
Which of us is wrong?
One look could end me
God, this day is long
Knots to untie
And history to deny
I only know
You and I
Beat brambles
Flowers must go crazy
To keep the weeds at bay
Thorns will be persistent
That’s just nature’s way
It’s me I’ve no doubt
That makes you scream and shout
Rainy out or sunny out
There’s still brambles
I only know
You and I
Beat brambles
Storms sate the thirsty
Lilies bloom in shade
Winter’s rough demeanour
Is a passing masquerade
Here is my song
I hope you sing along
Or offer me a melody
And we’ll tangle
I only know
You and I
Beat brambles
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3. |
Seagulls
04:50
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4. |
Let The Sun Dance
03:17
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We said goodbye to a dear old friend today
And time cantered on with a brutalist clop
So off I dashed for the weekly shop
I loaded up the boot with toilet rolls, fruit, wine and bread
Still in my sombre suit
I sat a while within my car
The sky bereft of repetoire
The radio on mute
Rooted in the car park
I glimpsed across the bonnet a helmet and a flicking bob together drawn into a keen embrace
She could not feel a face
She hugged a plastic fishbowl
An astronaut in space
And though the object of her ardour was physically harder
Spirits walk through walls
This one is up before the lark
Singing wordless sonnets
Darting through the eddies like a flashing shoal
And there after the dark
Filling concert halls
Stubborn as coal
Robust as coastal heather
Tomorrow it will help us say
Out of every soap tray comes a new day
So let the sun dance
On the water
Let the leaves fall
Time is shorter
Let the clouds go by
Like you oughta
Stand against the baying crowd
Give them no quarter
So let the sun dance
On the water
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5. |
When We Hide
03:30
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6. |
The Big Blue Sun
04:25
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There’s a line in the sand
In a far off land
It’s the starting gun for the big blue sun
And the men of steel
Are the squarest wheel
And the threat is real
And I want to run
Where to go?
I don’t know
Where to go?
I don’t know
There’s a way but we’re slow
So we’ll go with a no
With our phasers set to stun
With the flaws not addressed
We just make the best
As we all caress the big blue sun
Where to go?
I don’t know
Where to go?
I don’t know
Ladies and gentleman the next train arriving at platform one is the Boogieman, thank you
Where to go?
I don’t know
Where to go?
I don’t know
I don’t know where we’re going
I don’t know what to tell ya
I’m seeking the place where we can find shelter
Beams of the big blue sun we’re under
Bleaches the bones of a happy hereafter
When did the fear of the cold take over
Pinned in the corner with prospects of terror
Back to the wall when thoughts of the future
Are based on a skewed view with a fool picture
They must divide us before they can conquer
So they will spin you their stories of monsters
Misinformation, forked tongues flicker
How many feeding lost in their whispers
Now at the high noon blue sun lingers
Blinding the minds, corrupting decisions
But if we don’t listen
Then it can’t position itself in the focal point of our vision
Boom boom the Boogieman come
Boom boom the Boogieman come
Boom boom boom the Boogieman coming
Watch your back, my son
Boom boom the Boogieman come
Boom boom the Boogieman come
Boom boom boom the Boogieman coming
Watch your back, my son
Where to go?
I don’t know
Where to go?
I don’t know
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7. |
That Was The Year
02:40
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That was the year I spent
Swimming in soft cement
And like a bullet train it went
And I still miss you
I’m not the only one to mourn
And I don’t wanna invite scorn
But something inside was torn
Cuz I still miss you
I remember you reproached me for crying
It’s never been the family way
We lock it up in lead-lined boxes,
Face paint battleship grey
We were streetwise with the resources
And always had a wealth of scran
Dad took dirt from a gaffer
Although he was a learned man
And you were a hard-working woman
Never let the family sink
If there was a third job going
You’d barely even have to think
With your duties behind you forever
I’m heavier in my bones
Memories of anger and worry
Sit in my gut like stones
You could be hard,
You could be hard,
You could be hard,
I get it.
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8. |
Evergreen
03:15
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Hail the mighty evergreen
Everlasting beauty queen
Never in doubt and so serene
Same as it’s ever been
Warming my heart
Like kerosene
Eyes aflame
Young lovers sit
Both of us shadowed by the weight of it
Born on an endless burning thrill
Long time ago
I’m aching still
I’m aching still
I spy sun in my eye
Breathing the air
Carefree under our tree
My kerosene dream is she
Autumn rain is breathing low
Mist has veiled the earth below
Shadows that slide like thieves unknown
Into the abalone
Dry as a bone
Our lives have grown
One day
Life goes away
From you
So I will touch you dear
While I am still here with you
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9. |
What's Left Of The Day
05:53
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Always people passing
In the corridor outside my open doorway
And sometimes, without warning,
One of them comes inside to stay
They’ll bring a bunch of flowers
And clip them neat and put them in the window thing
And ask me if the last ones
Are ready for recycling
What’s left of the day
I am left to wonder
Where the kindness came from
And will it come again
A woman brings me ice cream
And a glass of milk to drink
I don’t know how she knew my favourites
It’s impossible to think
A younger chap arrives and wheels me out into the garden
For a summer stroll
We talk about the trees and birds and butterflies and temperatures
And fields of gold
What’s left of the day
I am left to wonder
Where the kindness came from
And will it come again
Who’ll be my next friend
The flower lady calls me darling
The young man calls me dad
The ice cream woman calls me Harry
She wrote it on my pad
When I play my Mozart records
She comes in to turn the volume up
She says it fills the corridor
Like honey dripping from a magic cup
What’s left of the day
I am left to wonder
Where the music comes from
It’s heaven I am sure
It spills out of the door
All the faces close to me
Like debris on a sea
A floating cabaret
Like the bracelet on your arm
The chains from charm to charm
They dissolve away
There was a picture in a room
But I can’t lift the broom
To clear the way
I had a whole world on a string
But time’s unravelling
The threads of yesterday
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10. |
The Well
03:44
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In a fit of wakefulness we turn out the lamp like no-one’s done it before and step outside to where we used to live
The sky hangs heavy and sudden and crowded
Our minds crawl to meet the light racing at us from worlds racing from us
And though we’ve heard fable of great distance
The spaces between tiny things
The unending journey the light still takes to sparkle on our lakes
We choose the same faint clusters, the familiar, there above our heads
Heavenly chandeliers, dripping, to be flicked with idle fingers;
Not the hovering, dark, claustrophobic umbrella that wakes and shakes us
Not the mirror of shy catchlights
Our own tadpole eyes in the bottom of a well
Whose lips draw a border where our field of vision ends
As if we could catch the sky
Contain it, define it, claim it
As if it has edges too
And we can describe them with our own soft lips
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The Powdered Earth England, UK
The Powdered Earth are Gloucester, UK based writer/producer duo George Moorey and Shane Young.
gentle sounds, kind words, fiction and real life stories in song shaped wrappers
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