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Pandora's Box
04:04
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I am the reason you die when you grow old
Thanks to my doing you long for your neighbour's gold
Sent for a reason, oh one single reason alone
From the mountaintops to do you wrong
I am the reason you fight with your brothers and friends
Thanks to my doing injustice can see no end
Blown on the wind as helpless as a leaf
From the mountaintops to bring you grief
Blindly on I ran
And with trembling hands
I do the only thing I can
Watch the lid go up
I am the reason your harvest will wither and fail
Thanks to my doing you suffer to no avail
Sent for a reason, oh one single reason alone
From the mountaintops to do you wrong
Blindly on I ran
And with trembling hands
I do the only thing I can
Watch the lid go up
What have I done to what was once so sound
As I can only watch it crumbles down
How can I smile again knowing the seeds I've sown
Is it really a blessing I still left you hope
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45 Fever
03:44
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Bass and percussion - Lauren Deakin-Davies
Making his slow way across the pavement
Past the run down inn
Broken bottles and yesterday's newspapers
Blowing in the wind
City lights are winking in the distance
Blocking out the stars
The only other hearts near that are beating
Are the rats beneath the cars
Not a tumbleweed is seen
No sand beneath his feet
But the mind will wander freely as it can
Saddle up and he gallops through the dunes
With a pistol strapped, beneath a silver moon
As he nears the town where his foe lies still in wait
Townfolk run, throw the bar doors open wide
As his polished boots are first to step inside
And he reaches down to his belt to seal his fate
Following the overgrown dark passage
To the garden gate
Up along the silent path of broken stones and dreams
Where he stands and waits
Not a tumbleweed is seen
No sand beneath his feet
But the mind will wander freely as it can
Chorus
And from his belt he draws
The key to his front door
It opens with a slow reluctant groan
The peeling walls are brown
And the bricks are crumbling down
And the fraying threadbare mat says 'home sweet home'
And his only foe lies there
The mountain that's the stairs
That must be overcome to reach his bed
But all this time
There's just one picture in his mind
Chorus
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3. |
A Moment's Madness
03:39
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Going round the bend was far too smooth
Up the wall's a fine line
From on the ground
Cracked so far beyond the help of glue
A million shards of sanity
Scattered all around
All the places that I could have been
All the sights my sorry eyes might have seen
But nothing can compare with
The feeling of not feeling anything at all
I might've lost my mind
But from all that I can find
There wasn't much in the first place anyway
Maybe I'll spend my time
Wishing for what once was mine
All for a moment's madness one day
Nothing seems to be the way it was
Maybe that's because the way it was
Is not the way it is
A man is nothing more than what he does
So why do we have ears that hear
Each useless word he says
Memories are playing in reverse
A silent movie with no yarn
To keep it all afloat
Some think hearing but not listening's not a curse
But when you hear the music play you can't
Recall a single note
Chorus
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Just a Song Away
03:27
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His world's in darkness but he's found a ray of light
The tunnel's end
He takes his case and stool to see what he can find
Hat upon his head
And as the people pass they hum along
Never knowing what it means to play these songs
He's so tired of being lonely
Another country, another day, another life
Could be so near
A gentle touch on his hand that he can almost feel
A voice he almost hears
And he knows just what he has to do
If he wants to carry on and see this through
He's so tired of being lonely
He sits with his accordion by the roadside
Playing for a ticket to far away
He doesn't see the faces but he hears the coppers clink
It's closer everyday
Just another song away
I walked the road and heard the music from afar
Sweet to the ear
I listened for a while, it came right from the heart
All that I could hear
And as I stood there I could almost feel
This dream of his that was becoming slowly real
He's so tired of being lonely
Chorus
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Tale Of An Oak Tree
03:51
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Logs in the fire and stars in the endless black sky
Fire and stars are reflected in both of our eyes
Oh tell me a tale of a time that's gone by
Make it a long one, we've all of tonight
Til the sun wakes and rubs its tired eyes
In the dawn's light
I'll tell you a tale of an oak tree that grew in these woods
Its branches stretched out to the sky just as far as they could
And there in its branches a bird made its nest
With her three children is where she would rest
Watch the sun from the east to the west
Over the trees
She'd fly through the woods
To find food for her children to eat
Life was simple, life was good
She had all she could possibly need
One day she came home just to find that her home was not there
Dragged off by some men and machines to be cut up somewhere
Oh where are my children oh where cried the bird
Have they been taken or have they been hurt
Tell me where are my children she cried
But nobody heard
She searched and she hoped
But how could they survive such a fall
Now where would she go
She had nothing left
Nothing at all
Logs in the fire and stars in the endless black sky
The forest is silent except for one lonely bird's cry
Oh life must go on still though one's torn apart
Time can't be stopped for a small broken heart
The next day must go on like the last
Each empty day
When the morning arrives
Well we'll pack up our things and be gone
Leave the forest behind
Our busy lives carrying on
But that tree stump where you sit
Is a thing you've not thought of or known
But once long ago
To one little bird it was home
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6. |
Snow-white Lies
03:44
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7. |
Nothing to See
03:48
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Folkstock Records UK
Boutique label releasing handpicked singer songwriters from the Folkstock fold.
Most engineering, mixing and mastering
by Lauren Deakin Davies.
Except Bright Season by Bright Season - released 31st May 2014
The F Spot by Friends of Folkstock - release date 17th May 2014
Passing the Baton - Swarb and Folkstock friends - 5th April 2014
Debut EP release from Kelly Oliver on 26.11.13. Far From Home
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