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Winter Storm
03:48
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Winter storm coming on strong
still will be here when it's gone
the moon shone dark against the song
of stars that hung around
a little too long
Withered branch falls to the ground
oh wind you've taken it down
there are leaves and loves that leave
and the rain it stays
a little too long
It's only perfect angels that know
when there's nothing wrong
Winter storm coming on strong
and the rain washes it along
away you say away and it stays
I'll never know which direction
this has gone
It's only perfect angels that know ( x 3)
when there's nothing wrong
Winter storm coming on strong
and that sky it loves the dawn
sun's fire and then it's gone
though it burns and burns and burns
a little too long
to stay in this song
Lyrics copyright Frances Smith 2020
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He said heaven's always somewhere to the west of here
and always someone found it first
the empty sound of angels falling
is heard across the earth
like it's never heard before
Make the night sky's swirling
darkness move me a little more
said the voice that always spoke
into the silence and the void
Dancing seems to always change the memory
he said as he stood close
I thought I'd been this way
I thought I'd seen this place
but now it's feeling so unused
And he's hanging on the end
and he's hanging on the last
and he's hanging on the cross
and he's longing to not be lost
He said heaven's always somewhere west of here
and always someone found it first
the empty sound of angels falling
is heard across the sky (x 3) (should be earth)
Copyright Frances Smith 2020
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3. |
A Better Past
03:08
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Chasing sinners brought him down
he caught their ashes in his hands
until the weight was overwhelming
as they were spilling free from his hands
oh that willful beauty was a curse
and worse it was a chain
that trapped him always in a game
that lured him lost and then ensnared
Wrapping duty in his arms
he laid her by the bridge that crossed
the river flooding with the water
pouring over and he left them there
but not to drown he couldn't stand that awful sound
couldn't bring that curtain down
it was the past that kept him burning
for a future always stolen too
And this is what I think I am
and this is what I dreamt I was
with dangerous ideas dancing
there across the floor
filled with passions raging
empty and free
And he rages for a better past
that he tells me should have been
never thinking that it could be worse
or that the cold hearts might still shine
within the moon that's looking down
at the ghost who holds a future
like a poisonous snake
and there they dance
Frances Smith copyright 2020
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Burdock is Bold
03:08
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Burdock is bold and it grows
towards the sun and the spines
shine in the glow in the glow
and the futureless world
sees the present unfurl
it's tendrils like chains
again and again
And I'll be past
while I need it to win
as the traps try to hide
in reservoirs of pride
it's for you they all cry
But I don't need this love
when it comes just to crush
and the ties are too tight
and burdock is bold
it's the soul of the bird
that it trapped in it's burrs
'til not a song could be heard
repeat chorus
Copyright Frances Smith 2020
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Arthur Street
03:29
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Innocent morning ignites the night
until time is remembered
and green leaves hang bright
wood pigeon calls in the tree
says love come to me
and it never will doubt that
it's song flows through the air
running down like a stream
Chorus
Once was a meadow
once was a dream
and once there was Arthur Street
now it's nowhere to be seen
Innocent morning ignites the flight
there's windows now emptied
of faces and fights
and memory is always the last to depart
and I saw her standing
where she played in the light
when the children of Arthur Street
were running down like a stream
The noise that was voices
plays on without sound
and there's an innocent morning
there's a wood pigeon's song
here where Arthur Street was torn to the ground
repeat chorus
Copyright Frances Smith 2020
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Prospect Place
03:44
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She'll meet you there at Prospect Place
where low winter light shines on her hair
and you will hear those long gone bells ring out
she was the silence breathing in the night
you were the one who held her tight
She'll meet you there at Prospect Place
though you couldn't catch her thoughts that ran away
they were too righteous and too good
where all the mists of midnights lay
across the streets across the days
and she'll meet you there at Prospect Place
You weren't unkind
you weren't untrue
you weren't hearing what she knew
and wait you will upon these empty streets alone
She'll meet you there at Prospect Place
and catch the past in her soft hands
and give it up as if it were
the only thing you'll ever share
the only thing you'll ever share
You weren't unkind
you weren't untrue
you weren't the worst
you weren't the last
you weren't so strong that you could love her when you were wrong
and wait you will upon these empty streets alone (x 2)
She'll meet you there at Prospect Place
Lyrics copyright Frances Smith 2020
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Perfect Light
02:18
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My love is perfect light
reflected on my mind
he stands so gentle and so kind
I almost wish he wasn't mine
as I fear the breaking of the waves
of love that swallow me
We spend pennies playing games
in the sharing of the days
and my love is made just right
and I wish I could see no end in sight
though I fear the shaking of my world
entwined around his words
Oh love you are not kind
you are so fragile I can't feel
a place where I am safe
and I wait upon the street
see the people who are free
and on the opening of the door
with perfect light I couldn't see
Copyright Frances Smith 2020
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Anchor
03:17
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Child running down the hill
flying all the way
moving with the wind
he belongs to the day
She spins her way around
fighting with the night
there's no anchor holds her down
winning as she plays
Street emptied by the sky
loves the silence that will rise
child is owned by someone known
by the eyes not looking out
Leaves greener than the grass
wave their bodies at the light
water mixes with the earth
like a gift and like a curse
Rain makes a prison of the hearth
to the old man looking out
it's the anchor that's his world
sees the child running down the hill
feels the air on Salisbury Street (x 2)
she's spinning in her flight
away from the anchor from the chain
Repeat Leavers greener than the grass......
Lyrics copyright Frances Smith 2020
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