1. |
Little Bird
01:31
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Hey little bird, wake up wake up,
The sun is shining
Hey little bird, wake up wake up,
For I am crying
Fly to my shoulder
Come and count to three
My little bird, wake up wake up,
The sun is shining
Can’t you see?
Hey little bird, wake up wake up,
Don’t lie there sleeping
Hey little bird, wake up wake up,
For I am weeping
This muddy ground
Underneath our favourite tree
Is much too cold and dark for you
You should be singing here with me
My little bird, wake up wake up,
The sun is shining
My little bird, wake up wake up,
The sun is shining
Wake up please
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2. |
The Devil
03:22
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I dreamt that a baby lived under my skin
But it never came out, ‘cause it never was in
Still I awoke drenched all over in sin
And the devil came for my smile
Oh, what can I do
Wee bairn’s gone and so are you
Oh, what can I do
Won’t you come back, my sweet laughing
Come back, my sweet laughing smile
I dreamt that a city of art was on fire
But the ones with the water were scared, maybe tired
The rest were left running right down to the wire
And the devil came for my smile
Oh, what can I do
Time ran out and so did you
Oh, what can I do
Won’t you come back, my sweet laughing
Come back, my sweet laughing smile
I dreamt that a river of ice was our bed
But it melted, we fell through, sunk ‘til we were dead
Nobody thought to swim upwards instead
And the devil came and came and came
My ghost, she went back to the last place I’d been
And she planted a crocus, too early for spring
Such a small kindness, a most insignificant thing
But the devil came, and she started singing
Oh, what can we do
I have no answers and neither have you
Oh, what can we do
But bring back our sweet laughing
Oh, what can we do
Hold me tight and I’ll hold onto you
Oh, what can we do
When the devil comes for us
I’ll give you my sweet laughing
Let’s find our sweet laughing
Sing with me when the devil comes for our smiles
And we’ll hold him off for a while
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3. |
Northern Lights
03:35
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Come and hold my hand
We’ll run away across the land
We will make our stand
For loving life imperfectly, but certainly
You can bring your guitar
It’s probably never traveled so far
And we’ll leave the car behind, we don’t need it
For living love imperfectly, but certainly
We’ll walk and we’ll run and we’ll climb
And we’ll bike and we’ll swim and we’ll never get dry
‘Cause the rain’s gonna fall
But that doesn’t matter at all
‘Cause you’ll be holding my hand
Under northern lights out on the land
And we’ll never stand still
Let’s count the stars on the side of the road
Pave the way with our hearts because they’re made of gold
We’ll make breakfast for the first stranger
That wants to take us home
We’ll auction our souls to the birds and the trees
It’s pay what you can, trade a song for the breeze
And suddenly it’s summertime
And the livin’ is easy
We’ll walk and we’ll run and we’ll climb
And we’ll bike and we’ll swim and we’ll never get dry
‘Cause the rain’s gonna fall
But that doesn’t matter at all
‘Cause you’ll be holding my hand
Under northern lights out on the land
And we’ll never stand still
Oh no, we never will
So come and hold my hand
We’ll dance to the hymn of the northern lights and the land
And we’ll learn to love
Imperfectly
But certainly
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There's a race of men that don't fit in,
A race that can't stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain's crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don't know how to rest.
If they just went straight they might go far;
They are strong and brave and true;
But they're always tired of the things that are,
And they want the strange and new.
They say: "Could I find my proper groove,
What a deep mark I would make!"
So they chop and change, and each fresh move
Is only a fresh mistake.
And each forgets, as he strips and runs
With a brilliant, fitful pace,
It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones
Who win in the lifelong race.
And each forgets that his youth has fled,
Forgets that his prime is past,
Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead,
In the glare of the truth at last.
He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance;
He has just done things by half.
Life's been a jolly good joke on him,
And now is the time to laugh.
Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost;
He was never meant to win;
He's a rolling stone, and it's bred in the bone;
He's a man who won't fit in.
(Lyrics are a poem by Robert W Service)
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5. |
Chase Down
04:20
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I’ve got a terrible feeling
Whole world’s torn into shreds
We run ‘cause we’re tired of kneeling
But we’re running without any tread
We all start to realise we’re drowning
We all start expecting the worst
When it comes, we don’t ask, we don’t answer
Happy these days only means we shot first
Is it a wonder, is it a crime
Laughing these days takes a long long time
Is it a wonder, is it a crime
To turn to a bottle to turn off your mind
Chase down the trouble with bourbon
Chase down the bourbon with wine
Chase down the wine with the sudden suspicion
That everything somehow will turn out fine
Oh, turn away if you start to remember
Try hard to cover the mend
And then chase down the trying time with bourbon
And start from the start all over again
The danger of caring is calling
The danger of loving is nigh
The danger of knowing there aren’t any answers
Is knowing you’ve still got to try
The best sort of people are crying
A deep harsh scar is a long kind life
The bravest, the boldest, the wisest, the oldest,
They all know that hope is the sharpest knife
Is it a wonder, is it a crime,
Courage like that takes a long long time
Is it a wonder, is it a crime
To open a bottle instead of your mind
Go find a lover who listens
Patch up the tatters you tore
Taped together, you might not look pretty
But that’s not what pretty is for
Broken’s better than tidy and hiding
The cracks show the light from behind
Spilled on the pavement, your remnants of trying
Might be the one thing somebody else
Will be willing to set down their bottle to find
Is it a wonder, is it a crime,
Courage like that takes a long long time
Is it a wonder, is it a crime
To smash all that glass, oh, and see what’s inside
And chase down the trouble with bourbon
Chase down the trouble with wine
Chase down the trouble with the sudden suspicion
That everything somehow will turn out fine
Oh, turn away if you start to remember
Try hard to cover the mend
And if you chase down the trying time with bourbon
Then start from the start all over again
Chase down, chase down your trouble
Chase down, chase down your trouble
Chase down, chase down your trouble
And start from the start from the start all over again
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6. |
Dean Bridge
03:29
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I lay my head in a rented bed
Where the white rooftops are orange instead
Where the snow I love will never fall
And I think of how I miss you all
There’s an attic where the sun goes down
My one true home in a one-time town
That home I love is lying there
With fingers tangled in another’s hair
Some would say I ran away
I’m only here ‘cause I couldn’t stay
I chased the wind to a brand new start
But all I found was a missing part
I have walked across the world
I have encased my heart in rhyme
Dug holes in love with spades and buried diamonds
Convinced myself that I am killing time
But nature’s ace is a weapon made of clockwork
And she will turn the killing all the way around
Until every conversation with the ceiling
Is a little death of life upon the ground
The city sleeps but the hope it keeps
Bleeds through like puddles at my feet
And the sunlight that the leaves call down
Will feed my fire as it drowns
A man who looks like an old park bench
Says the only truth is life’s a wrench
‘Cause you can’t go back and you can’t get out
And you’ll never know what it’s all about
Though I have walked across the world
I have encased my heart in rhyme
Dug holes in love with spades and buried diamonds
Convinced myself that I am killing time
But nature’s ace is a weapon made of clockwork
And she will turn the killing all the way around
Until every conversation with the ceiling
Is a little death of life upon the ground
In every wood in every spring there is a different green
My soul is out there searching for that season not yet seen
This quiet tenement
This kite that’s spent its whole flight looking down
As life goes round and round and round and round
Oh, I have walked across the world
I have encased my heart in rhyme
Dug holes in love with spades and buried diamonds
Convinced myself that I am killing time
But nature’s ace is a weapon made of clockwork
And she will turn the killing all the way around
Until every conversation with the ceiling
Is a little death of life upon the ground
Oh, every second staring at the ceiling
Is a little wasted life upon the ground
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7. |
Wintersong
03:16
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You open the window and sing a lament to the rain
You say you feel like the clouds
You’re falling to pieces today
You know you’d feel better if only the sunshine would stay
I wish I could hold you together
But the weather, it will have its way
But if I could
I’d sing these cold, wet puddles to a field that needs the rain
I’d sing the seasons through until the summer comes again
I’d sing your dampened spirits to a raging forest fire
‘Cause I’d love to see you smile
When the winds get icier, your heart grows seeds of doubt
The frost that’s on the garden
Freezes you from the inside out
I wish that I could teach you how to love the cold
But really, I don’t know
Why it is I feel like dancing every time the north wind blows
But if I could
I’d sing these winter clouds into a heart that loves the snow
I’d sing this early dark up north where all the stars would show
I’d sing your blues into the sky, a backdrop for the sunshine
‘Cause I’d love to see you smile
I’d love to see you smile
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Polly Edwards Edinburgh, UK
Songwriter, bodhraneer and stepdancer in Edinburgh. Folky, dreamy, minor but hopeful, happy but quiet songs. Aiming to pianify hopefulness like Sarah Slean, rhymify humanity like Marian Call, and generally encourage kindness all over like it’s nobody’s business. ... more
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