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Intro
01:10
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2. |
Lie Low
03:37
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Turn your torch down, when you come around
You ask the question but the question blinds
You come in bright, after daylight and
overpower what you’ve come to find
Lie low with me now
You feel what’s coming when you’re closer to the ground
Low, ‘til you’ve found
where you’re tied up, where you’re heading, where you’re bound
Let your ears guide, let your eyes wide
Hear the steps you left upon the track
What do they ask about?
If you shout out
your only answer is your echo back
Lie low with me here
and pick the moment when it’s right to reappear
When you have found
how to find it out maybe you could show me how
With you I still have time
With you I’ve not resigned
With you by my side I could do
With you I have some sign
that I still haven’t yet resigned
I haven’t yet resigned
with you
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3. |
Passing Car
04:07
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A crane slams, a door bangs
Birds take flight and
Echo through the park
A rose bud, a phone buzz
Blossom falls
The sound of heaven from a passing car
Above are the glass-wall, castles
looking out
But there’ll be no looking in
Down from the road signs, white lines
connect the wind tunnels
to every ATM
The anti-social
housing plans
The filled in underpass
There on the hoarding, warnings
Of what it will be like
Shown in photographs
Passing car
Echo through the park
(repeat)
In the deepless, seemness
a hair-line runs
and weeds are growing wild
From the train wind, weeds bend
Buddleias nod
like they’re listening to a child
The front row windows
are driverless
straight through Silvertown
On the pavement, maybe
Someone passes by
and stops, as if to turn around
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4. |
The Many Worlds
03:11
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I passed that chestnut tree each other day
but didn’t see until they tried to take it away:
It stands more sure than we all could ever be
and we’ve become grounded by its certainty
That place you go to play, out of the way
whose branches stretch to catch spirits as they’re drifting by
That place to smoke at night; that place to realise:
This tree sees wider than human eyes
Ages ‘round the tree have come and gone
it’s seen them all pass as it has carried on
It’s blatant now to all the boys and girls:
The tree is what links us to the many worlds
So when the men come around to tear it down
will you give them the tree that links us with our many time?
They’ll put up barricades, pull down the bars they’ve made
Don’t try to reason with a money mind!
The law
The fight
The tree
The green
The post
The past
The site
The gall!
The line
The home
The road
The time
The right
To roam
To hear
The call!
Guard the slower time and older lines
that mesh to make the net that’s held up to the spirit sky
Guard the anchor holding, the strange attractor calling
Guard the many worlds and many time
It’s blatant now to all the boys and girls
The tree’s what links us to the many worlds
Guard the slower time
the net held in the spirit sky
Guard the anchor holding
the many worlds and many time
It’s blatant now to all the boys and girls
The tree’s what links us to the many worlds...
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5. |
Hand of Chance
03:30
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Steal me from reason
and out the back we’ll slip
with the rules of romance
Isn’t it indecent
to plan each single step
and know the outcome in advance?
A die and die roll into dice together
Let’s you and I try to play nice together and
fall from the hand of chance to the
rules of this romance
Isn’t it more pleasing
to cut the deck and submit
to the rules of romance?
This late in the season
I for one would admit
to a certain sign’s significance
A kiss like this might happen just one night while
a kiss like this could last all my life while we
fall from the hand of chance and we
kiss as the dice still dance and we
fall from the hand of chance to the
rules of this romance
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6. |
One by One
03:36
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I sat upon a buttercup
and sang among the weeds
He plucked me from that sunny spot
and took me off to keep
He didn’t trust me with my tongue,
He tweezered out my sting
Silence rang when asked for song
Without it I can’t sing
He gave me keys high in my cage
but first he clipped my wings
He asked for magic everyday,
mistook it for a thing
Where once we moved in countless droves
he has us all bar none
Now we are all allowed to rove
but only one by one
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7. |
Free your Ass, Balaam!
03:56
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Your ass could see the outline of the angel:
A feather and a whisper and a knife edge
But you didn’t see the angel that was standing in your way
You didn’t trust your ass, only your head
Well I’m that angel, Balaam!
heed your ass!
I won’t let you travel
you can’t pass!
Not ‘til you see
What your mule sees
What you’re missing
are you going to listen?!
You didn’t heed the warning you were given
I glittered like a hook held above you
You didn’t think an animal could teach you how to see
that dumb beasts were only here to serve you
Well I’m that beast of burden
brought to song!
I lay down to show you
what was wrong
Now can you feel
What your ass feels?
What you’re missing
boy you’re going to listen!
Believe your ass, Balaam!
And your eyes will see
Free your ass, Balaam!
And you’ll be free
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Sitting aimlessly, I saw a lady green
and lilac as the heather
She said, “I am the queen of the underneath,
I have no place in heaven
But I’m out to visit, to look for you
if you follow me, you’ll see what I can do
I’m awfully busy, I must go soon
But if you allow me, I’ll take you too
Step up start the to and froing
Take my hand and we’ll get going
The wind will take us where it’s blowing
Come on let’s sway
For seven years below the flowers
I will teach you all my powers
Years will pass as if they’re hours
Let’s get away
When you return from me
they’ll think that you have been
dreaming this ordeal
They’ll call it make believe
cos they don’t see
a dream made all that’s real
They know so surely
what’s real and not
I know when I'm dancing
all the world’s made up
Is our time finite
or infinite?
I know when I’m dancing
time is definite
Step up start the to and froing
Take my hand and we’ll be going
The wind will take us where it’s blowing
Come on let’s sway
For seven years below the flowers
I will teach you all my powers
Years will pass as if they’re hours
Let’s get away”
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9. |
The Naming of Storms
04:08
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Personnel London, UK
Personnel is a song writing studio started by Robbie Defacto in 2020.
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