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from the treeline
04:20
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You time keeper,
you drinker of days,
you count on your fingers
all the waters you weigh.
You weather maker,
you changer of place,
you thatcher of shelter,
you suspender of space.
You face lifter,
you splitter of light,
you sign language speaker
moving just out of sight.
You ether receiver,
transmitter of breath,
the whispers you filter and
the gossip you spread.
Almost found a tread we left behind
in the dusk approaching from the tree line;
as we fall in step we lose the light
in the dusk approaching from the tree line.
You take back the holloway,
you block all the views,
unknock all the edges,
let the standards undo.
You are yet say nothing,
how dumbly you praise.
The seat that you’re offering
and the fervour you raise.
Almost found a tread we left behind
in the dusk approaching from the tree line;
as we fall in step we lose the light
to the dusk approaching from the tree line.
And so you see, the things we need all grow on trees.
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2. |
new horizon
04:36
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New horizon
New clear eyes on
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3. |
polyploidy
05:19
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The colours change and Jenny starts spinning
as leaf turns to paper;
the wind will bring her back to beginning
sooner or later.
There’s stirring in the wood where she settles
soon after the frostbite;
she reaches under ground so her petals
can bathe in the sunlight.
And nobody knows,
as cold follows warm and warm follows cold,
just how many “there goes”,
as cold follows warm and warm follows cold.
So if she seems to act without reason
each time that she dances
and gamble on the light and the season,
before each one passes,
well nobody knows,
as cold follows warm and warm follows cold,
just how many “there goes”,
as cold follows warm and warm follows cold.
A twisted line a turn into tomorrow.
So small a hide but so profoundly hollow.
Over time see the cloud-set shadows
and may you find where Silva turns her harrow.
Orange and gold, watch them unfold and fold and unfold.
Orange and gold, watch them unfold and fold and unfold.
As her paper turns orange and gold,
watch them unfold and fold and unfold.
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4. |
relicts
05:20
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There isn't time but there’s dark, big dark
there isn’t space but there’s dark;
tiny motion then something starts,
all that matters is dark;
pieces pulling themselves apart
soon as stars are aligned,
solid crust starts to crack in half
leaving oceans behind.
Out the water big land, big land
teach your sticks how to stand;
learn your weeds into woods big land.
Of all animals man is
so reluctant with time but still
never changing our ways;
it’s as if we’ve got time to kill
and not just an hour on the stage.
Who’s all this rain for?
Stick up the middle big plant, big plant
things go round because you can’t;
ancient light will arrive big plant
and may you grow ancient big plant.
Paint your insides with rings and rot.
There’s nothing better than wood
and whether you’re set to endure or not
may relicts grow where you’re stood.
Who’s all this rain for?
Trees without end.
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5. |
old land
05:38
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Slate grey led away
hearts ripped see the day
Iron mouths dripping red
Broken bone beast unknown
Old land take my hand
Lone swing whipping tin
Hidden spirits hook you in
Echoes ring you want to sing
And you’re high on everything
Old land take my hand
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three piece from norwich. loud, hypnotic, rhythms & lyrics about trees and time.
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