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Monochrome
03:26
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Again The Night
03:48
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Again the night time had betrayed him
he was waiting like a fever, on the ground
all around was the cold ground
it was dying like a memory, hazy, unheard
He felt the air lay the frost beside him
said you'll walk upon this beauty, and disturb
the silence of the sweet birds
and he saw it loved them more than him
The tree shook with the weight of being
shelter for the wicked, and the wise
and he saw the clouds whiten the night sky
was protection from the anger, from the word
Was no one walking, no one talking
no one crying no one laughing no one loved
but is no street light can hide the dark night
he was there til the morning returned the world
Copyright Frances Smith @ 2018
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3. |
Picture Of The Winter
05:09
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There was a picture of the winter
of the saviour, of the warrior, of the lost
it was there like disappointment
laid out across the hills
moving down towards the river
"it's the tears of god" he said
as he walked along the lane
that led to the wounds the quarry made
I'd been digging up the old roots
when I found the fragments of the past
was a picture of the winter
of the sainted, of the wanderer, of the feast
and I knew he'd loved them once
And he was looking at the low sun
across the fields he heard the noise
she said she was trying to protect him
but she was there to meet her needs
for silence in the face of fear
There was a picture of the winter
of the saintless, of the weakened, of the last
and the child had grown into the person
who had been around him, and he cried
he had always wanted to be freed
The grey mist was lying longer
and the day was like a dream
the ,man walked as if he were a shadow
into the small white house, with a blue door
it was a picture of the winter
Copyright Frances Smith @ 2018
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4. |
And Brave
04:28
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5. |
NGC2392
03:28
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Island
03:32
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Was no further I could go
at Ness Point the waves met the shore
the clouds were dark and grey
and the high tide touched the rails
rocked the ghosts in their boats
on the deep sea, above the wrecks
where they are fishing no more
and the sea would swallow me
Heard the gulls chasing food
and the wind turbine move
the north sea knows the sun rises
and lights the gas tank holder rusting
when the night walks away
the grey rocks nest on the shore
like protection they they lay
and on the island I stay
Copyright Frances Smith @ 2018
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7. |
Fear Like a Hurricane
04:14
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I was tearing apart all the thoughts in my head
and holding them out for the leaving
and lived for the dead
and it seems there's no answer
to the reasons for love
and it seems there's no reason
to live without some regret
And we were chasing around all the fear in the air
and it seems like a hurricane came around and came down
Oh fear was like a hurricane, yes fear was like a hurricane
I was following the birds
as they flew with the wind
they were fast and I was losing
all the love that they had
oh they will fly in the eye
there's no fear there's no tears
as the bird lives forever
in the body of the world
And we were chasing around all the fear in our minds
and it seems like a hurricane came around and came down
Oh fear was like a hurricane, yes fear was like a hurricane
oh fear was like a hurricane
Copyright Frances Smith @2018
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8. |
And He Will Come Again
04:00
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Watched the light shine
on the window pane
where the rain had been
was but a flower tall
dancing in the wind
that could remember
what he had seen at all
Silver leaves waved with the breeze
and time had kissed her goodbye
the church was the watcher
and it all was beautiful
like the night so small
and dark and wavering
and he had been here before
And he will come again
and touch the darkened stones
where the water falls
and you must love her more
yes you must love her more
she is the land
and that is all
Copyright Frances Smith @2018
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9. |
Sparkle
03:44
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Flowers were bending in the rain
watching the water as it falls
the dancer turned on the grave
trapped by the daughter, and she prayed
There's a cold wind moving in
chasing the moderate man, afraid
who'd walked down the alleyway
he was so sure he'd found a stranger
And her breathing made him smile
as he walked into her sight
oh there's a hunter closing in
and the young arms are barest white
chorus
The hands were opening wide
the churches were broken and dark
the keys were golden until
the doors weren't there at all
and we'd walked down the streets
of absolution for long long time
The tempting of the traveller returned
was being acted out before our eyes
wearing the greyest clothes he gazed
into the nearness of the haze
It was the last time that I saw his face
his hair was grey and he was pleading
and I saw that you were a part of him
and I saw he had fallen to his knees
repeat chorus
Copyright Frances Smith @2017
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11. |
Memory
04:11
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I saw no one but the winter
in the room that night
there was the fading of the voiceless
that had kept me waiting
for the light, hazy and repentant
and the memory won the fight
and became the holder of the prize
And I got closer to the centre
felt the heat, the heat, the heat
and everything was melting
into the arms of the defeat
I could have always been this way
he said where there's space there is decay
and the weaver broke the threads
And the magnetic pull of the right way
was tearing at the soul of the believer
who'd lost his vision, and was crushed
oh, it will always be like this
I saw no one but the winter
as I was standing by the door
wrapped in the memory not the light
Copyright Frances Smith @ 2018
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12. |
Arlesford Creek
04:14
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By Arlesford Creek I walked alone
in the morning
saw a wild bird flying free
in the sky, high and low
saw the tide that overflowed
as I walked, as I walked
by Arlesford Creek
By Arlesford Creek the wild goose fed
in the morning
her neck was long, her feathers grey
she seemed to me so sweet and strong
the sun shone down bright on me
as I walked, as I walked
by Arlesford Creek
By Arlesford Creek I felt the wind
howling round me
saw the fish die by the waterside
the salty tears were in their eyes
the dark water strange and still
as I walked, as I walked
by Arlesford Creek
By Arlesford Creek I met a man
in the evening
when the wild goose is gone we'll be undone
with shaking head he said to me
the poison spreads until we're all dead
as I walked, as I walked
by Arlesford Creek
Copyright Frances Smith @2015
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