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Again
03:20
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There's the smallness of the heart
that beats inside you for a while
and the largeness of the world
that she will come to know
Oh Natascha
I'm just the greyness of the road
you walk along
and I am broken by the song
that the bird is going to sing
in the garden where there's home
and I don't think I can be
big enough and strong
Saw the lights flashing gold
as you ran across the road
and the night was young and old
and I'll be here to watch again
Oh Natascha
I am fallen with the swords
of hope, love, and eternal words
spoken by the man, small on his own
in the cave stood alone
I am wanting to break out of me
and see in her a small sweet home
and I know you'll know, I want to be strong
And she'll be the voice, the truth, and again
Oh Natascha, oh Natascha
I am fallen with the rain
I am broken by the waves
I am flying like the plane
and then we'll begin again
yeah we'll begin again
there'll be the circle, and the chain, again
oh Natascha
copyright Frances Smith @2018
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2. |
There Was Sky
03:48
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You were waiting by the river
you were calling to the wind
to wrap itself around the bridge
you saw clouds and you said rain
I kept the silver sweet and bright
that hung around my wrist
and I was looking at the shining
that I once had missed
And there was sky
You'd woken before the morning
and had heard the seagull cry
it knew the men were gathered
by the boats to escape the fire
And the softness of the feathers
that were falling down to earth
were like dust like fibres like ash
and I was drowned in mist
And there was sky
And it was carrying like an old man
all the grey sheets of smoke
unaware the earth was burning
we stood glowing in the orange light
there were flames on the moor
there were flames on the hills, and
You were by the river
you were waiting for a future
you were thinking of the reasons
to be better than your father
and you were praying for the day to break
And there was sky
oh there was sky
yeah there was sky
Copyright Frances Smith @2018
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3. |
Talkin Tarn
04:26
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He was holding her together
as she danced around the people
that had wandered through the forests
to reach the fields of fortune
where the towers had been growing
higher by the hour
She was perfectly co-ordinated
with the colours she was wearing
they were perfect shades of bronze
and the sun mixed them in it's pallette
to paint the day sweet gold
and he looked on
Talkin Tarn was lying there
and the trees around it rustled
as the gentleness of bird's wings
moved the leaves on the silent day
They were floating on the layers
of the clouds that held their futures
built in dreams of social virtue
that need no believers
where there seemed to be no limit
to the land, and there passions
Talkin Tarn said you're hurting me
but they were drifting on stone fantasies
as they handed it to anyone
oh yes they handed it to anyone
And the tarn had been the glacier
been the ground on which the ice burned
been the haven for the nesting
of the birds that fly forever
And in answer to their last words
Talkin Tarn began speaking gently
it said the crow protects it's nest
oh yes the crow protects it's nest
the crow protects it's nest
as the crows gathered above them
but they never heard the whispers
Copyright Frances Smith @2018
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Matteus Ingelsson wrote this song
he wrote the words he wrote the rhymes
that led him to this simple tune
he was the prison he had fled
and he could not live inside his head
as alone he slept
inside his bed
Matteus Ingelsson was a son
who had thought his mother strong
until he'd woken in the night and found her
crying for a life she hadn't lived
and so he took this page
and he took this pen
and wrote this song
Matteus Ingelsson wrote this song x3
And he went backwards
to the well that always always
held the water that cleansed his soul
and he sat and wrote, yes he sat and wrote
words that took him to the end of the line
but still he heard her cry
oh yes he heard her cry
So Matteus Ingelsson wrote this song
and left it lying here half sung
Copyright Frances Smith @2018
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5. |
Nothing Known
03:20
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It was hot outside
and inside was lit
by the ceiling lights
and the sweetened lies
of the man I knew
or I thought I know
and I was here in the city
chorus
And there was nothing
left to catch me
as I fell to earth
and I walked away
and nothing lay awake and lied
alone, because there's nothing known
And I was the one
who watched the storm subside
and you were there beside
the pictures and the denials
and there was blue
in the background, and I knew
repeat chorus
And nothing waits and nothing leaves
and nothing stays and nothing weeps
and nothing knows it's all alone
repeat chorus
copyright Frances Smith @2018
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6. |
Woodbine
02:49
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It was all a dream he said
to the savage in his head
who always watch the darkness fade
by the fire he'd lit and left to burn
And then he saw the willow weep
and then he saw the green grass bleed
and then he saw the wind whispering
As he watched the shaking leaves
and as he watched the bird set free
he saw the woodbine weave it's way
around the trees so sweet
and all the air was full of scent
of flowers that fell like drops of rain
and he was the poacher in the trap
It was all for you he said
to the lover in his head
who always watched him fade in the light
and he was the fire she'd lit and left to burn
repeat second section
And the woodbine weaved it's stem
around the trap she'd caught him in
and he was the prey that day
and the scent was sweet so sweet
and the flowers fell like drops of rain
he was the poacher who was trapped
copyright Frances Smith @2018
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7. |
Archangel
03:18
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Sing, he said, to the cirrocumulus clouds
stretching out across the sky
i could be a king if I could fly
and the cross lies on it's bed, and sighs
Archangel, will you find me somehow?
when the power has died and I
am just a stone that was crushed
like dust, beneath the tower you're built upon
He said, spread your wings over me
and wrap my beaten dreams around you now
and I'll save the empty bottle on the ground
for another time, and the broken glass
is green, and shines, as I breathe
with the winter wing like an iron lung
that keeps me almost living on
Archangel I was the cage, and the fire, once
Weeks, have come, and gone, and hung
around my neck like chains of rust
he said, as the lost choir wept
they had bones, they had skin, and
they'd sung, for the coming, next
Archangel he said, I am broken now
and the tree was the wood, was the seat,
was the hour ringing out, and he lay down to grieve
Archangel, he said, I am weakened now
as he felt the light burning him
he cried beneath the wings he could see
in the cirrocumulus cloud, so high and free
Copyright Frances Smith @2018
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8. |
Fountain
03:40
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Fountain was grey, statue was still
water was flowing, was sweet
was translucent, was caught
by the system that was there to contain it
and you were washed by the spilling
of drops that broke free
from the constantly moving, returning, repeating
Following the ghost that was sleeping
inside you I saw you had faith
that was rising like thick mist
and here are the arms, and the hands
and the eyes that you saw
in the distance like pictures of prisons
and pictures of perfection
of the goddess you lost
Fountain was grey, like a scene
from an old dream often recurring
but never for learning
and you'd been creating a man who was golden
and thinking there was no other way
existing, except under lights that created only shadows and lies
And there in the garden
was the greenness of growing trapped
;like a scene that was never for chainging
repeat chorus
and you were the ghost
Copyright Frances Smith @2018
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9. |
Heathen Dreams
02:42
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Heathen dreams washed the memories
barricaded by resentment
through the woods of love ran the deer
chased by emerald shadows
that had come to be the background
that could set them free
and the making of the juice that fed
the small shoot, and it grew
and it spread, and it lived, and fell
and it was captured by the silence
Lying soft and low on the floor
hardened by feet that stepped
across the cold arms of nature
I'd be gone by nowand you were saying
to the bindweed wrapped around
the stems of the creator
that you'd drawn in the picture
in chalk on the bare earth
there's an answer to everything you said
to the stillness enraptured by the mindless
And days will steal the seeds away
and hours will make the rain disdain
the calling of dependency
that never needs no never needs
to know it's name
and this was all there was again
Copyright Frances Smith @2018
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10. |
Never Leaving
05:19
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Comfort sleeps in dreams that live
beside the edge but will not jump
and I would watch the ocean move
while I waited for the love you said you had
And you would tell me you were frightened
and you would tell me you would be there
and you would tell me there was pride lost
and waiting here would not be living
Stars still seem like tiny lights
against the aching dark of night
and there's a ship that sails away
and here's a love that often fails
And you would tell me she was beauty
and you would tell me she was weeping
and you would tell me love was sleeping
and in the waking was a whisper
And it won't matter if I left here
or if I walked into that ocean
or if I flew to Benbecula
you would still be calling for me
because you're no freer than the anchor
that holds the boat in the harbour
and you would tell me that she needs you
and you would tell me that you'd be here
and you would tell me that the night won
and that this waiting leaves you feeling
like you are drowning in the running
because you're no freer than the anchor
that holds the boat in the harbour
and you're the one who sees the leaves fall
and you're the one who's never leaving
Copyright Frances Smith @2018
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11. |
Pity
02:16
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Pity was the driver of the car
travelling through the backstreets
on it's way towards desire
the passenger was perfect
she was contemplating purity
and pacifying feelings
that might have been a problem
unleashed, and inappropriate
but pity was the driver of the car
And I was there beside you
touching with tenderness
the trembling that
had swept across the pale room
where the battery of love
was recharging
And pity had been broken by the car
there was smoke filling the dead zone
where the dancer of deceit was dying
and I saw her broken body
twisted as she fell beneath the faithless
who had loved her less than the mirror
that reflected back the bruises
and the image that was cracking
and I saw you were desireless
and doubt had won another victory
and pity had been broken by the car
Copyright Frances Smith @2018
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12. |
Satellites
02:56
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Julia are you watching me?
I asked her as I moved alone
along the street she'd never known
I thought I saw her laughing once
her hair like straw her smile like ice
and passion was a fragile thing
it weaponised the weak and strong
who fought into the morning light
and Julia won, and I was lost
And if she came again and left
I wouldn't know she'd been here at all
the sky is full of satellites
that catch us all as we disappear
Oh Julia are you watching me
I asked the emptiness in my mind
and love could only live at night
she'd told me as the water fell
and washed the streets oh rain again
it never leaves she said, it never leaves
she fought into the morning light
and Julia won, and I was lost
And if she came again and left
I wouldn't know, I wouldn't know
and the sky is full of satellites
is full of satellites
Copyright Frances Smith @2018
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