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Money & Ink
03:26
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We come with nothing,
And leave with less,
The underdogs squire,
Our hands out-stretched,
Little black books of money and ink,
Wrong place wrong time the loops don't link,
The fingerprints of nods and winks,
We come with nothing,
But song and jest,
Tasting the grindstone,
Our tongues bound and stretched,
Little black books of money and ink,
Wrong place wrong time the loops don't link,
The fingerprints of nods and winks,
Little black books of money and ink,
Wrong place wrong time the loops don't link,
The fingerprints of nods and winks,
God was watching,
But I laid her to rest,
Ignore the quiver old friend
We're not dead yet
I saw you watching,
Its the way you test,
This silence must be broken,
I must speak these sins of flesh,
Little black books of money and ink,
Wrong place wrong time the loops don't link,
The fingerprints of nods and winks,
Little black books of money and ink,
Wrong place wrong time the loops don't link,
The fingerprints of nods and winks,
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2. |
Ring-A-Rosie
03:50
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Sail away with me, dear
Through these fallen trees where
All the wasps and bees are listenin'
We'll sing your song again
Act your play, play pretend
Weave and wander, wonder will it end
Then ring a rosie
All through the companies we've come to need
You whispered little blue bird's melodies
They sing from the trees
Ring the rapture, tell the phone to say
We left this world and gone away
I can't take these tears much longer
So darling hold me
I hear laughter in the trees
She always watches me at night time
Then ring a rosie
All through the companies we've come to need
You whispered little blue bird's melodies
They sing from the trees
The bird that mocks these precious rings
Hears the sirens wailing
Beckoning toward the rocks they sing
A gentle lullaby its time to see
Mocking bird don't sing to me
So sail away with me
And we'll just forget the trees
Stop the wind degree we're turning
Row this boat with me
And help sing merrily
Ignore the love that is fading
Then ring a rosie
All through the companies we've come to need
You whispered little blue bird's melodies
They sing from the trees
Mocking bird don't sing
Mocking bird don't sing to me
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3. |
Wake Me Up
04:10
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Wake up now fickle heart
I need for you to lend me
Some notes to bath my throat
Some colours that will mend me
These blue-eyed dragon-flies
Have told the old to whisper
They wait for spring to fall
Its said they can't resist her
Wake me up
Dance with the dark
Sing with the sky larks
Bid me to roam
Wake me up
Dance with the dark
Sing with the sky larks
Bid me to roam
The old world tickles me
With quiet fascination
Simple intricacies
Are born with aspiration
The grass and earth are warm
Swim sinless in the water
This boat needs gentle strokes
Now life I am your daughter
Wake me up
Dance with the dark
Sing with the sky larks
Bid me to roam
Wake me up
Dance with the dark
Sing with the sky larks
Bid me to roam
Life I am your daughter
Life I am your daughter
Wake up now fickle heart
There's a life on you depending
Cradle, cot, the loop and knot
This life is never ending
Forgive these faults of mine
This soul that has been broken
Take back my singing voice
I offer it as token
Wake me up
Dance with the dark
Sing with the sky larks
Bid me to roam
Wake me up
Dance with the dark
Sing with the sky larks
Bid me to roam
Wake me up
Dance with the dark
Sing with the sky larks
Bid me to roam
Wake me up
Dance with the dark
Sing with the sky larks
Bid me to roam
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Squawkabout Kildare, Ireland
A ferocious convergence of blues and folk executed through fierce vocals, eclectic percussion and driving rhythmic guitar. An acoustic setup with intervals of dirty, delightful electric fuzz.
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