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Alice
03:47
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Alice is lost down the rabbit hole again
Doesn't know which way to turn
So frightened of being left alone
So accident prone, she smeared all her blood on the road
she smeared all her blood on the road for you my friend
Those divers in the oceans of her eyes
Try to hide inside her brain
These daydreams could make a man go blind
She just wants to play, to lie in the deadly nightshade
To lie in the deadly nightshade with you my friend
Wrap her up in bandages and stroke her like a cat
We're all out on day release and she's the leader of our pack
And she won't let us go back till we remember that we're not made
Of flesh and bone but stars
Till we know that we're not made of flesh and bone
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New Spring Shoe String
04:07
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Tide/Shore
04:29
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The bird took her first flight, got swiped at by the cats claws
Came home then fled the nest once more
Moved about like a hurricane & rearranged the stage
And rearranged the foundations of my place
Now I sit in the mud and stare at the walls
Whilst the bold command armies in silent films
You are the tide, I am the shore
Where the debris is washed once more
I am the one who sits in the weeds
And waits and waits and waits
Your ways get right beneath the skin, this skin is peeling
Sheet by sheet
It's cold upon this table, guts are falling to the floor
Where an old dog sleeps
Now I float through the hall into your room
Swim round the bed and dive into your shoe
You are the tide, I am the shore
Where the debris is washed once more
I am the one who sits in the weeds
And waits and waits and waits
I am the tide, you are the shore
Where the debris is washed once more
You are the one who lives on the sun
And plays and plays and plays
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4. |
I Cry Into The Morning
00:31
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Valley Fog
03:23
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6. |
Deep Blue Of Distance
05:50
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I'm so tired I could lie in the road,
Pull over the scratchy black duvet
All the hawks perched on telegraph poles
Are watching the bountiful day
And our babies cries from the backseat tie
Their lassoes round our throats
While new lambs bleat and skip light on their feet
Through the green and the known rivers flow, rivers flow
At times we go deep into the blue
Into the deep blue of distance
Into the deep blue horizon
This wagon's a womb and the milky white moon
Hangs fatly and pure for the morning
As I water the lawn and the dew and the dawn
Prick my skin the whole planet is falling
And our babies snores give us pause, give us time
To unwind the lassoes from each other
While new lambs bleat and skip light on their feet
And I dream that our boy has a brother, brother
At times we go deep into the blue
Into the deep blue of distance
Into the deep blue horizon
Into the deep blue of distance
Into the deep blue horizon, horizon
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Andy Skellam Bristol, UK
Andy's music has been said to play like a surreal dreamscape, perhaps because it is the product of late nights spent hunched over a guitar beside the glowing embers of a fire whilst everyone sleeps. It has spawned from the dusty corners & dank barns of his feral childhood wedged roughly between welsh mountains and English riverbeds. ... more
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