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Hobnob
03:08
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Never really find the season
To settle underneath a tamarillo
Thinkin’ you can lead a legion
But you really are an armadillo
And you can hobnob with ghosts
And you can hobnob with gnomes
But you’ll never know the centre of your soul
And you can hobnob with horns
And you can hobnob with fauns
But you’ll never find the beetle in your bone
Never could be where you wanted
Heaven never shed a skin for you
Waiting by the leapin’ ladder
Leaning on the lower rungs of rue
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Tree
02:55
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If there’s only one thing who knows how to move me
it’s grey-blue-green, and it lies inside the Tree!
As the years have shown us, we’ll go too far down
into the green light, to a space of our own.
Sly tree, you know me: I’ll have you…! I can’t say:
How many shadows could I hold?
And ages span with my life, being trees,
in the still breathing of their leaves -
Oh an’ when the light falls, could I travel
where the sun goes? - sinking down into the Tree.
Feel the darkness moving, in her slow cooling
when the rain is slipping down, down, you can
hear the wood-knot sigh;
There are oceans in here, creeping over me
with their infinitely blue-green hands!
Lines… slowly, drink of me too…
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Paint The Wind
03:46
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Paint the moon, paint your room
Paint the inside of you -
Paint your hair, paint your words
and the Memory of birds
Paint the light, paint the sky
and your wild, wild eyes!
Paint the wind, paint the shadows of your candelabra.
And if…
- they pack you in boxes you’ll paint off the lid!
- they shut you in darkness you’ll paint your way out!
- you find yourself falling you’ll catch yourself
somewhere down low, near the rainbow
where your brushes are starting to grow.
Paint your night on the rain
Paint your flight from pain -
Paint the Sun and the Moon
and then tear them apart once again.
Paint your heart on your tomb
Sing it red and blue,
Paint your Fall, paint it all
on your crumbling walls -
Oh! Colour the stones where they fall!
Paint the wind, sing the wing
Paint your time of Spring… paint your Time…
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Blackbird
04:21
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Come blackbird and take my soul away
You won't keep your vagabond at bay
Your fortress hangs heavy in the tree:
Come blackbird and take the soul of me away
Who will listen into your lore?
Will the echo follow your call?
Who will listen while you're waiting by the wooden door?
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English: 'Blackbird'
Come blackbird and take my soul away
You won't keep your vagabond at bay
Your fortress hangs heavy in the tree:
Come blackbird and take the soul of me away
Who will listen into your lore?
Will the echo follow your call?
Who will listen while you're waiting by the wooden door?
French: 'Le Merle'
Viens, merle, et emporte mon âme
Tu ne vas pas nier cette pauvre dame
Ta forteresse si lourde sur la branche
Viens, merle
Et fais envoler mon âme
Qui entendra ta magie ?
L’écho suivra-t-il ton crie ?
Qui t’entendra, vagabonde,
Devant la porte en bois ?
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I Am The Djinn
03:33
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Returning home again, where confusion reigns,
my resolution caged in endless refrains:
There in the distance larks descend, carrying balm
from distant lands: and I am the djinn -
Should I hide or should I play? Entangled in this fray
my fantasies of gain, follow me to Spain: There…
Shards of broken dreams scatter into paeans;
the shadows of the night ferry me from fright…
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Oak, Ash & Thorn
05:53
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Of all the trees that grow so fair, Old England to adorn,
Greater are none beneath the Sun, than Oak, and Ash, and Thorn
Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good Sirs (All of a Midsummer morn!)
Surely we sing no little thing, in Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!
Oak of the Clay lived many a day, or ever Aeneas began;
Ash of the Loam was a lady at home, when Brut was an outlaw man;
Thorn of the Down saw New Troy Town (From which was London born);
Witness hereby the ancientry of Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!
Yew that is old in churchyard mould, he breedeth a mighty bow;
Alder for shoes do wise men choose, and beech for cups also.
But when ye have killed, an your bowl is spilled, an your shoes are clean outworn,
Back ye must speed for all that ye need, to Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!
Ellum she hateth mankind, and waiteth till every gust be laid,
To drop a limb on the head of him that anyway trusts her shade:
But whether a lad be sober or sad, or mellow with ale from the horn,
He will take no wrong when he lieth along ‘neath Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!
Oh, do not tell the Priest our plight, or he would call it a sin;
But - we have been out in the woods all night, a-conjuring Summer in!
And we bring you news by word of mouth - good news for cattle and corn –
Now is the Sun come up from the South, with Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!
Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good Sirs (All of a Midsummer morn)!
England shall bide till Judgment Tide, by Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!
(Sing Oak and Ash and Thorn! Sing Oak and Ash and Thorn!)
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Waterwood
02:17
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Way over the windtorn wainscotting waterwood
I saw a butterfly on a bicycle -
Way over the windtorn wainscotting waterwood
I heard a dragonfly brush your pie.
Who loves a life too much to die?
Who would make enchanted drops for human eyes?
To see the world through magic eyes:
Wind and water and sun and rain and moon alight!
Way over the windtorn wainscotting waterwood
I saw a little girl dancing in a tree -
Way over the windtorn wainscotting waterwood
I heard a tambourine in the sea.
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Dreamdawn
02:52
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Green light, frost on the seedling;
Kloh weaves his legend again,
Slip away, listen, the sand-grains are shifting,
None of you ever the same:
Rise up, wee goblins and sing, come dancing,
Soon we’re all going to fly!
Catch my eye and hold it there,
You’ll see a heart laid bare,
Come into an elfin dream buried in your soul;
Touch, my hand, no hold it firmly and never let go
And you’ll see a peace in me, even when you go.
And the sand holds fast where the elves are,
Down where the old waves roar!
Frost rides, high on the firefly,
Over the bright star-lore;
Rise up, ye faerie and dance, we’re waiting,
Up on the stealing shore!
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Talim Ridge
02:01
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Moon on Talim Ridge,
Six in red and One rhyme!
Flying Guardians, tails in the Air
were feeding the pine-cones.
Four hats rimmed in green
Three in paper-bag brown -
on the Other Side in a Valley far from here
moved with the clouds.
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Shed No Tear
01:56
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Shed no tear, oh shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year
Weep no more, oh weep no more!
The young buds sleep in the roots white core.
Dry your eyes, oh dry your eyes!
For I was taught in paradise
To ease my breast of melodies
Beyond a fairy's memory.
Overhead, look overhead!
Beyond the blossoms white and red
Oh shed no tear, oh shed no tear
For the flower will bloom another year.
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Birch Wandering
04:19
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Did I hear you say they’re wandering?
They’re rendering the seas and seasons
And I hear they are wondering why
They would wander to their home in the sky -
O’ the wandering, O’ the sundering
And for the rendering, the hopes ‘n’ horses
When my feet are tired on moss an’ grasses
O’ the wandering, O’ the sundering
Soon, o’ how soon the Autumn comes along!
Here, yes even here, no-one will know you.
Over me the loneliness of trees
Rest ‘n’ rustle rolling over me
O’ the wandering, O’ the sundering
And the humming of your hopes ‘n’ horses,
For the tendering and wondering why –
O’ the wandering, O’ the sundering
O’ how soon, how soon…
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The Seagiant
05:22
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Sleep oh darling our Storm has passed,
dream of it all your life
though our dreams might only come briefly true
they last long after we die
Sleep, my Ocean my River my Rain,
safe in the Earth that loves you
rest my Hunger, down on the seafloor
till I return to wake you, I will return
Oh look you're so peaceful,
just like some man who dreams on the seafloor
Oh! my Seagiant was beautiful,
you won't forget me.
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Louisa John-Krol Australia
Louisa is an Australian singer, composer, writer & faery storyteller who has released many albums of ethereal music on indie labels, primarily in France. She's completing a fantasy series, The Elderbrook Chronicles, with a soundtrack.
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