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1. |
Birch Leaves
02:08
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2. |
Feet of Clay
03:30
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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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3. |
Empty Corner of the Page
05:42
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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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4. |
Left Hand
03:36
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5. |
Patchwork Woman
05:16
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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
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6. |
Stray Summer Song
06:28
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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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7. |
Hatched in Stone
06:57
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8. |
Sad Song
03:39
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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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9. |
Nothing More
03:23
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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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10. |
White Angel
04:52
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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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11. |
Right Hand
04:02
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12. |
Life's Lace
03:52
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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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13. |
Will of the Wind
05:02
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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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14. |
Birch Leaves II
02:14
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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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