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- Rosie Is A GoldmineMichael felt like an emperor
When she showed him the summerhouse
A pallet bed in a treasure trove
fallen feather this is your home
Shelter here a while
Sleep on the porch of this goldmine
He fled home when he was young
A wistful soul with a silver tongue
Peered out through a periscope
When she beckoned him in from the wind and snow
Kick the dirt from your feet
We’ll find diamonds inside these bedsheets
4nd gold in our teeth said Rosie
With Rosie there’s no turning back
She stole the fear from his coal black heart
Lay on the grass, by the smokestack
Nothing under the sun could tear them apart
Cos Rosie is a goldmine
Rosie is a goldmine - The Lapping Sea
Don’t really know who I’m supposed to be
Let down your drawbridge
to this war
Spilling my entrails on the floor
Will she walk with me into
The lapping sea
Will she walk with me into
The lapping, the lapping sea
Into the tidepool, into the cave
Are we both blind or are we kind of brave
Baried our secret in the sand
Our feet are sinking where we stand
Will she walk with me into
The lapping sea
Will she walk with me into
The lapping, the lapping sea - BloodhoundFeral fox felt the headlights wrap around him
like sap around a fly
Final thought, this must be the magic I’ve hunted all my life
Now he’s just a pile of red fur
That lies at the side of the road
An old flame, a feast for the worms
A flag that will never be flown
And I drift by like smoke from the mouths of the houses
That choke out the dreams of their hosts
Does this world feel callous and crowded?
A bloodhound at your throat
Put the bright canaries in cages
And take them down the mines
Could it be these sleepers in doorways
Are early warning signs
Of a world about to implode
Swallowed up whole by the sea
To pass out in the withering cold
And wake with the sweeping machines
And I drift by like smoke from the mouths of the houses
That choke out the dreams of their hosts
Does this world feel callous and crowded?
A bloodhound at your throat
I’m out walking on my own
Hear the cogs of the world turn slowly
And my heart might turn to stone
If I don’t keep it closed sometimes
Through the moonlight
Through the snow
I’ll keep walking till I learn to let go
And I drift by like smoke from the mouths of the houses
That choke out the dreams of their hosts
Does this world feel callous and crowded?
A bloodhound at your throat - BluebirdAbsence never made the heart grow fonder
All our skin got torn and cast asunder
Don’t cry when the tree creaks
When your house sets swallowed by the creepers
This life is a wingbeat on a landfill
On a landfill heap of all we plunder
Do you hear the bluebird chirping in my chest
She still believes that the future is no enemy
Breath deep, pray we have not been neglected
Nestle with me and we’ll stay protected
We wait nervously here for empty words from wounded leaders
We wait nervously here for wounded words and who will lead us?
Breath deep, pray we have not been neglected
Nestle with me and we’ll Stay protected
Stand by for the landslide
Peel your eyes to see your world upended
Slow dance with your shadow
See the blood moon in the sky suspended
Do you hear the bluebird chirping in my chest
She still believes that the future is no enemy - Wayward HeartI fought the rebel without a cause
Wrestled the devil then fled the war
I’ll paint my lady in the stars
Take all this love from my waiting heart
Angel, your halo’s a fiery thread
Tangle your toes around my head
I’m sure your world’s a work of art
Take all this love from my wayward heart
What are we here for?
Rollup the towels, put them under the door
Keep out the flames, they’ll swallow those old ways
Or learn to love with the bold and brave
We’ll build our tower to the clouds
Grow roots into the fallow ground
Your eyes would draw the miners from the dark
Take all this love from my wasting heart - Lisa’s Riding
A stray cat scratches at the clay
From a river bridge you throw a stick
And watch it as it floats away
Cos Lisa’s riding through the rain again
Lisa’s riding through the rain again
She’s starting fires on lonely streets
A starlet on the silver screen
You sit and watch from the tree tops
And listen as she slips away
Cos Lisa’s riding through the rain again
Lisa’s riding through the rain again
Will she see you when the leaves have gone?
Pale as the moon
Will you sing to her your secret song?
Or will it always be too soon?
Cos Lisa’s riding through the rain again
Yeah Lisa’s riding through the rain again - Very Proud Of This One
Pours liquid gold over the wheat fields
Twin oil lamps flicker in the old man’s eyes
And he says ‘you must be very proud of this one’
We tell him that we are with eyes like chandeliers
He shares the same old stories but we don’t mind
He’s lived the life he’s chosen, one to be revered
And he says ‘you must be very proud of this one’
Endlessly leafing through the same paperback
Same two pages stay fresh as daisies
He rests a gentle hand upon our babies head
and he says ‘you must be very proud of this one’
Oh we are, we say, so proud
We’re told that’s a sin but what are they on about
Wrinkled tree, shelter the sapling
New fires begin while older ones peter out
Seek within, tell us your memories
In your museum the walls are all crumbling
in your museum the walls are all crumbling
in your museum the walls are all crumbling - Weight Of The World
Lock them up for treason
Open as the sky
Rusty as the season
Break my heart and buy a load
Of this fear they’re selling
No one told you to shoulder the weight of the world but you
From this empty stage
All the seats are open
To the falling rain
When this age turns golden
Wake me up, I’ll fall asleep
Curled up with my shadow
No one told you to shoulder the weight of the world but you
Autumn spills its leaves into the river
frozen webs all shimmer in the dew
And I hope you know I’m here with you
It’s true
I was told we’re born
As ten thousand people
And all our restless forms
Scatter off like ravens
When we fail to heed their calls
When we fail to see them
No one told you to shoulder the weight of the world but you - Brighten Up The Place
You had so much to say
Bat you chose to stay quiet mostly
Work’s over for the day
and you’re unwinding in your greenhouse
Tending those strange plants from other worlds
And I’m sure you can relate to them
And I know who you grow them for
She fills the house with them
they keep her company all day long
Brighten up the placeWe even planted some inside your grave with you
Past and present tense
I’ve got it all mixed up againBrighten up the place
We even planted some inside your grave with you
Past and present tense
I’ve got it all mixed up again… - Soldier of The SunIf I were Will I’d fix all the holes in your old canoe
Hold your shadowy soul to the light of the moon
Like a child with a treasure map tea stained and torn
And the treasure those cheshire cat grins that we wore
Your race is run
Soldier of the sun
Feathers burned
Bright for everyone
Now you live in what grows from the forest floor
A fern a closed fist holding onto your
Star scattered dreams and your poetry
lost in a foxglove, a bumblebee
Your race is run
Soldier of the sun
Feathers burned
Bright for everyone
So float where smoke rings are spiralling
Swim with the wake water rippling
And know you’re carried in our hearts forevermore