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Strong Dark Souls
03:52
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And my sisters are all away now,
Found their silver and velveteen.
They give me comfort through rainy summers,
Give me roots when they're lost to me.
All the embers of strong young fires,
Are kicked away now as sparks they fly.
Hourglass to hourglass,
I lie to myself again.
And the fools sure they talk of glories,
They cut me down with their shouting song.
Blinding lights in my lonely window,
I can't see how we've overgrown.
We are singers in silent streets,
We're the saviours of history,
We're the candles in winter’s black,
We are strong dark souls.
Great are statues and lords so tall,
No one cares about them no more,
Hourglass to hourglass,
The old stories are blown away.
Here’s my autumn the weather’s warning,
Drilling deep through the breaking stone,
Blinding lights in my lonely window,
I can't see how we've overgrown.
And it’s time now for me to be leaving,
Like my grandfathers on the sea,
And I will lock my fears in a leather case,
For a politician’s fee.
And my sisters are all away now,
Running scared from the sound of guns.
Blinding lights in my lonely window,
I can't see how we've overgrown.
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2. |
Little Birdie
04:24
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Little Birdie, Little Birdie,
Won’t you sing to me your song?
You’ve a short time to stay here,
And a long time to be gone.
Little Birdie, Little Birdie,
What makes you fly so high?
When you know that my true lover,
Is waiting in the sky.
Little Birdie, Little Birdie,
Won’t you sing to me your song?
You’ve caused me lots of trouble,
You’ve caused me to do wrong.
Little Birdie, Little Birdie,
Won’t you sing to me your song?
You’ve a short time to stay here,
And a long time to be gone.
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3. |
She's Like The Swallow
04:01
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She's like the swallow that flies so high,
She's like the river that never runs dry.
She's like the sunshine on the lee shore,
I love my love, but love is no more.
Down to the garden this maid did go,
Plucking the beautiful primrose.
The more she plucked, the more she did pull
Until she had her apron full.
She climbed to yonder hill above,
To give a rose unto her love.
She gave him one, she gave him three,
She gave her heart for company.
But as they stood on yonder hill,
His heart grew harder, harder still.
She said "Young man, what have you done?
You have two hearts instead of one.”
"How foolish, foolish you must be,
To think I love no one but thee.
The world's not made for one alone,
I take delight in everyone."
She takes her roses and makes a bed,
A stony pillow for her head.
She laid her down, no more did say,
She let her roses fade away.
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4. |
Freshwater Salt
03:37
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The yellow hills, channel rain,
Bound for the sea, coming back again.
Landscapes kiss on a rushing sound,
There’s a hundred men trying to take us down.
Music on the left hand, money on the right,
I’m a battlefield in the morning light,
Where falls the sun on the chestnut ground,
I lost my soul in the heavy crowd.
There’s a hundred men in a hundred rooms,
In a hundred towns trying to take us down.
Following the low sun’s distant roar,
Summer will be mine forever more,
Dark-bellied trout will you take me where,
I am bound by a single hair.
Seven thousand weary hearts adrift,
But the boat’s got a hole and the sail’s ripped.
At night, we hear, the whale sound,
There’s a hundred men trying to take him down.
Fresh water weakens in the tide,
My love is salt and I cannot dive.
My love is salt and I cannot dive,
And I'm bound to the rhythm of a losing time.
Freshwater salt.
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5. |
Setting Sun
03:08
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Over hills that lead us on,
To shades of green and red,
Let’s leave it all behind, let’s go.
Sometimes we step forward,
With one foot in the past.
This time we won’t be looking back.
Take care of brazen shadows,
Lead them into the light,
Forgo it all, we’re out of sight.
The radio keeps searching,
White noise, no other sound,
Don’t switch it off, let it go round.
Like water flowing downward,
Corroding over time.
Evaporate and then we’ll hide.
Up to a blind summit,
What’s on the other side?
Into the setting sun, we drive.
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6. |
Katie Cruel
04:30
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When I first came to town,
They called me the roving jewel.
Now they've changed their tune,
They call me Katie Cruel.
If I was where I would be,
Then I'd be where I am not.
Here I am where I must be,
Where I would be, I cannot.
Through the woods I’ll go,
Through the boggy mire,
Straightaway down the road,
Till I come to my heart's desire.
Feather beds are soft,
Painted rooms are bonnie,
I would leave them a’,
Tae be wi my ain own Johnny.
When I first came to town,
They bought me drinks a-plenty.
Now they've changed their tune,
They bring me bottles empty.
When I first came to town,
They called me the roving jewel.
Now they've changed their tune,
They call me Katie Cruel.
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7. |
Open Water
04:25
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Open water,
See no shore but you try to swim.
Tide’s changing, waging
Wars on a life that is yet to begin.
Chapters, pages,
We were wrong.
Unforgiven, histories,
Sold as new that were there all along.
Life's opening,
Swallowing you, nearly giving in.
Searching for way to find the ground,
Start again.
Open water,
Try to choose, to sink or swim.
Current’s taking over,
Either way you cannot win.
Faces, places,
Old and new, still together as one.
Another broken memory,
They can try, it can't be undone.
Write another one,
New pages, the start of a another song.
New stages, a life we carry on.
Another mountain’s climbed to the sky,
We're falling down, the other side.
Falling down, falling down,
Who knows where, who knows where?
Open water,
Try to swim.
Open water,
You are in.
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8. |
The Seer And The Lord
04:21
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There was a man with a blind eye, blessed on the grave of a northern queen,
He could see through time, as other men see to the bed of a silvering stream.
He could see with the word unsaid to the mind of another man's name, And if you should talk or ridicule, he would turn your words to flame.
Ride, Lord Seaforth ride,
Spare your horse no time.
Can you tell me Coinneach Odhar of the fourteen penny land,
"The day will come when the hills of Ross shall be strewn with ribbons round".
Can you see my labourer, from the fields of Castle Brahan?
"The day will come when ships will sail round Tomnahurich land".
Isabella, she stepped up for to hear the Lord Seaforth,
Was away to France afraid for him and the dangers may befall
The lord, his love for you was true, I see in La Sorbonne,
His hand and heart in company of the young Parisienne.
You speak so ill of dignities, the mighty of the land,
Your words are twisted ivy stems grown slanderously high.
Payment I'll bestow on you both fearful and wild,
There burns a barrel full of tar black as the blackest isle.
The Lord riding home from France was greeted by the tale.
Smoke from Chanonry rising fast in a cruel and violent veil,
He rode his horse as any moved on broken land,
But he was too late to change the fate of the seer from Castle Brahan.
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9. |
Morning Train
04:17
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I met Jesus in the morning,
He was waiting for a train.
He said he thought it might be time,
To come down and explain
How wrong it was to do some things
And do them in his name.
He said, "After all, everybody's
Riding on this train".
I met Buddha on the subway,
On the subway underground,
Saw his smile slowly fade,
I saw him look around.
He said he wished we'd understand,
And do so in his name.
He said, "After all, everybody's
Riding on this train".
Met Allah on the El train,
Above the city streets.
We rattled down the railway line,
And we looked down on the meek.
He said he wondered why it was
Some never feel the pain.
He said, "After all, everybody's
Riding on this train".
I saw the Devil standing
At the station in the rain.
He had a smile upon his face,
Self-satisfied and vain.
Said, "Heaven is its own reward,
I don't have to explain".
He said, "After all, everybody's
Riding on this train".
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10. |
She Walks In Beauty
08:16
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She walks in beauty, like the night,
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright,
Meet in her troubled eyes.
Waves in every raven tress,
Softly lighten o'er her face,
Lost but lined as ever strong,
Smiles from days of goodness spent.
And it's down, down my lovely down
And it's down, down my lovely down
And it's down, down my lovely down
To the darkness deep and ever old.
Never a stone will sound tonight,
Beneath my horse's lonely tread.
His sire was of the purest race,
That ever yet was born and bred.
Was not by silver stream we met,
Nor by rolling wave unseen.
I spoke she knew my only name,
I never gave it free or loud.
Then as I neared her on the track,
Her eyes looked ever into mine,
And wild as only weather knows,
She stole my heart and I her life.
So perfect my life shall never be,
And never a love can hold for me.
Whenever I look into the dark,
Her graceful form is near me still.
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Salt House UK
Salt House have been a mainstay of the folk scene for a decade. New songs that sound as if they’ve always been here. Ancient ballads woken up. Poems given the melodies they’ve long deserved. Songs strong rooted in place, people and their shared love of the natural world. Jenny Sturgeon, Ewan MacPherson & Lauren MacColl ... more
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