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A Hand Full of Days (Vollume III)

by Birch Book

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1.
Birch Leaves 02:08
2.
Feet of Clay 03:30
Where are you going Where have you been? Living a while inside your skin Another day, come what may You're on your way, with your feet of clay Wondering whay Wondering, my oh my Now living the day can make you sigh Where are going, where have you been? Riding the tide inside your skin Another day, waht do you say We go and play out among the waves Have some fun, under the sun Take our rest when the evening comes Look at the sky Look at it, my oh my Now living the day can make you high Where are you poing, where have you been? Making it by inside your skin Another time, are you doing fine? Out on the road trying to make your dime Give it a try Forget all the reasons why Living the day can make you cry Where are you going, where have you been? Markling the time inside your skin Another day, you'll find your way Crying to pray with one foot in the grave Why are you hiding What are you running from How do you know when the feeling's wrong Where are you going, where have you been? Biding the while inside your skin Another day, come what may You're on your way, with your feet of clay
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The paths are wet along the lane I'll walk along them once again Flashes trickle from the water As the sund clears the sky of rain While reading verses from a book I take a moment to set and look At the skyline and the spray And the stray strands in the weave On the empty corner of the page While looking up out through the leaves I see faces in the leaves Moving jaws and blinking eyes There changing with the sky I trace the figures with some ink Long enough to make them think They're as reals as the day And the stray strands in the weave On the empty corner of the page We walk again along the water As thelight is getting softer And as we stair out to the sea Beyond the shore's laughter I see you and you see me Falling over phantoms of our history Written in the space Near the stray strand in the weave On the empty corner of the page
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Left Hand 03:36
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On a sunny day we go away and take a little stroll Out upon the shore, talk a little more And find a grassy knoll You say I dont care for you in the way I should You know I know, I wish I would But all the things I've seen, just turn my mind to dream Of all the ways it could be good But if I could make one woman Out of all those I hve known I'd include a part of you in her If I could have just one compromises of all that I adore in you and she and her I know you would be well represented Something in a girl I once knew pulled a pang that plundered through The hollows oof my frame, left my limbs lame Churned my mind up into goo The patchwork woman in my fantasy would smile the smile she smiled at me Once upon a time, when my heart was blind and my hands were free Still, if I could make one woman Out of all those I have known I'd include a part of you in her If I could have just one comprised of all I adore in you and she and her I know you would be well represented
6.
Got no design on which to set my sight Got no mind for wrong or right Ain't got no line to set it straight Just some shoine to lay the light ON the page and pen with which I write A stray summer song The weather's fine if you're stopping by And I don't mind if you stay the while Pardon if I seem of absent mind Or a little dazed, I'm just flying high... It's a subtle wind but you could catch a ride On a stray summer song Stray summer song: Turning on the light of creation Stray summer song: Rising up at the mount of the shining sun Stray summer song: Through the mist of the early morning dawn Got no fear, got nothing to hide Got no fear for the days gone by Got no ear for reasons why Got no care to satisfy Just setting here with the lilt and rhyme Of a stray summer song Got no bruise from the condescension The world's ruse and its disposition I can take abuse, it's no imposition On the finer usw of imagination A wayward muse for the inspiration Of a stray summer song Stray summer song: Rising up through the mist on the mountain Stray summer song: Heralding the season's revolution Stray summer song: Let it on the old day is passing on A tangled scrawl on a rumpled page Dishelved lace from a tattered sleeve Stranger thoughts have been mislaid Out on the path among the fray A rarer warp and weft to weave A stray summer song Stray summer song: A migrant course for a lost procession Stray summer song: A supple strand in the cloth of conception Stray summer song: Rising up through the mist of the morning dawn If you suppose that you could find The open door to a state of mind Without no ties, nothing to unbind In the age old house of the tendrilled vine Just bring a bowl for the mellow wine Of a stray summer song
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Sad Song 03:39
No shadows from the noon day sun Lie upon the letters left undone With all the day leaning on my empty hand With all the world still yet to live I'm not fool enough to think the world could give Me what I'm looking for to understand Shall I read the leaves pressed in a book Or take the time to look and linger whereupon I stand Or shall I write a sad song today And shift over my thoughts as they fray Into unraveled revels that lead me well astray Leave me with the only song that I can play I read somewhere that when you're sad Your body makes a chemical thereby Releasing it into the brain So things don't seem so bad... I guess that beeing down is like some kind of high Si I write a sad song today And watch all of the colors turn to grey Let the hours drift easily away The words, the melody the only things to stay
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Nothing More 03:23
No, I don't need four you to tell me That you think my song worthwile Don't need your fashion advice to keep up with the style Don't want to be your brother or your mentor our your friend I've no need to ne the dartboard when yor ego's on the mend Don't want to be the table where you can play your card And hide away the shark behind your easy mellow-man façade You don't have nothing I want And there ain't nothing more I have to give you Go your own way. mark your own time You never knew me, you never were the kind So smoke away your trouble Put some solor in your dream And you can play the good time boy, it's all as it's been And give your best impression of an impassioned soul But be sure that there's some girl around to fill up your little hole And hold hold up all the conceits of your urban cool And keep up with your style Lest without it there an't nothing left to show You don't have nothing I want And there ain't nothing more I have to give you Go your own way. mark your own line Don't think about me, you haven't got the time I have no open house for a thief and his designs If you fooled me, you're sure to fool some others with your rhymes So when you look out from the stage to estimate your worth From the hangers-on the sycophants The hipsters and so forth You won't see the broken mirror When you cannot see your self If you never known a true friend You may not notice when you've no friends left You don't have nothing I want And there ain't nothing more I have to give you Go your own way. mark your own time You never knew me, you never were the kind
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White Angel 04:52
Traveler's tears wounded memories Hand's full of days, these were the ways You looked for home Pale paths change marking out the way Into the grace of day Traveler's tears, wounded memories One hadn full of days One hand on the cold hard ground It's as they say: It's coldest before the dawn As the cold hard ground Would signify White Angel, White Angel, give me light I have passed such a long time In the cold dark night My bruised and burning eyes Await their dream of morning Put your hand to the plow Dry your traveler's tears Lick your wounds Dress your memories In woodbettany It's as you'd own: It's coldest before the dawn And in your bones You know the way back home My bruised and burning eyes Await their dream Of morning
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Right Hand 04:02
12.
Life's Lace 03:52
Oh how I hope that you'll remember All our days in the sun Summer's leaves in autumn's breeze And the songs to you I've sung Words in lines of their design Branching into space The quivering face of Life's Lace Of those songs there are two recall The patterns of dead leaves Shaped perhaps within the steps that parted lovers leave Soft silent in the sand where the moonlight trace The quivering facse of Life's Lace Of je voudrais que tu te souviennes Dans la nuit froide de L'oubli Ces deux chansons qui nous ressemblent Tout doucement sans faire de bruit Les feuilles mortes me rappellent Les chansons que je te chantais Pass l'automne vienne l'hiver Tu vois je n'ai pa oublié Les souvenirs et les regrets aussi
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For the will of the wind is my own And across this great land I've been rambling I can't tell you my friend when I'll see you again For the setting of the sun I'll be gone For to see all there is there's to see Across this wide weary world I've been wandering I can tell you my friend that this old world's sure to end So I'll see what I can, while it's burning When the flames begin to rise I shall bid this land goodbye Build a ship and go out sailing And when the sea begins to dry I'm going to learn me how to fly In the sky up above I'll be soaring For the will of the wind is my own Across this wild, weary world I've been rambling I can't tell you my friend When I'll see you again For with the rising of the sun I'll be gone
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released December 11, 2015

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Birch Book

The enigmatic B’eirth is best known as the frontman for the psychedelic folk outfit In Gowan Ring. However, with his Birch Book project, he has moved away from the psychedelics and instead, opted for a simpler, more straightforward folk sound. The result, however, is still some pretty haunting — and haunted — music, thanks to B’eirth’s deft guitar-work and dreamy Nick Drake-esque vocals. - Opus ... more

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