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You are 300m away
From where I’m dreaming
There’s no life higher than these grass tops
Where you’re laying
The birds are thrown like stones
But battle back to sing their song
Tramp the dirt to the floor
the cavaliers are no more
And the rain falls down this muddy hill
Up here, the wind bends
Everything in the same direction
Rain falls, stars call
And the rain falls down this muddy hill
The rain falls down this muddy hill, like tears
You are up with the sky in the clouds
From where I’m dreaming
Up here the stars sit like heavy stones
Shine forever
The horse just took you off
And you became one
Like an arrow
Like an arrow
Into the red…
Like an arrow
Scratch that name from the stone
You’ll never be alone
And the rain falls down this muddy hill
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Betwixt and between the lines
Not good at taking thanks
Holding out thick slabs of light
Between two people or things
A hymn to the Tuesday last
It grieves me, believe me this crime
See the world for what it is
It’s inexplicable betwixt
Land away from sound of cars
Let’s find a place between the shores
Warp and weft the sky is fire
No go for escape or care
Deliver the land to try
The west has had its day out
Golden run in grey smoke
Rest your head in warm air
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Hotel of the Golden Sun
04:38
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Meaning is not a feature
You have to miscalculate
At the centre of a storm
Use tricks of the trade
This cannot be neutral
You have to calculate
The old masters did this
So make it pay
Ask which part works best for you
Then paint it out
Start again
This is a crash course in being alive
So make other rules
Start again
Context is everything
Where things co-exist
The question is when
It’s decided to be
It’s you that you have to
Keep your eye on
Take in the dark sky
Stare at the sun
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Friends of the Meteorite
04:28
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A blazing field is what you are
Golden dreams from afar
A cloud of grey to frame the earth
A stormy scene for what it’s worth
They heard your sound
For a hundred miles around
And the friends will look out for you
Out for you forever
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
The firework was all a dream
The golden spark, the print machine
Broadsheets raced to spread the news
A shaking of the earth ensued
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
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No Rugs in our House
03:48
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Seems like 1944 or 65
Sounds of buildings crashing down to the ground
A children’s bike left on a balcony is broken in the street
Torn pages of a book from a school where I know they used to teach
Plaster and dust mixed with snow still on the ground
Walking in your bare feet because the world is falling down
I want a hole in the ceiling to catch the rain in June
Standing on my tiptoes, but I’ll never let my hand slip from you
I’ll never let my hand slip from you, slip from you
I’ll never let my hand slip from you, slip from you
In the last days of the Empire we are fleeing with our feet
Wrapped up in a rug but just as cold as we can be
I met someone today who says our house just isn’t there
So off to somewhere new, where we’ll start again please tell if that’s true?
I’ll never let my hand slip from you, slip from you
I’ll never let my hand slip from you, slip from you
No rugs in our house
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Exsofa Solihull, UK
Exsofa are home produced, guitar driven, whimsical and eclectic with influences from the sixties, post punk, indie and beyond. The songs are firmly routed in the English countryside, with environmental themes but also exploring love, loss and despair. Exsofa are Jonny Webster & Tommy Armour. Artwork, that will eventually join together to form a single print, by Keith R Armour (1931-96). ... more
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