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Whistle Tom
02:52
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Long gone whistle Tom only son of the bell song, married once west gone he's following the maelstrom.
Put a veil, put a veil on ten years been and gone, put a veil put a veil on, ten years dust down.
This long Sally gone left before the early sun, rings on her toes say some her fingers on the shotgun.
Put a veil, put a veil on ten years been and gone, put a veil put a veil on, ten years dust down. put a veil a veil on a veil on a veil on
Ten years without a sign or a trace across the beams, dance in the wasteland and the snakes across your feet, curse the river and spitting in the sand turn back to me, dance in the waste, dance in the wasteland
Long gone whistle Tom only son of the bell song, married once west gone he's following the maelstrom.
Put a veil, put a veil on ten years been and gone, put a veil put a veil on, ten years dust down....
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2. |
Diamond Edge
03:05
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Mary Bell take a step over the edge the pyramid
Mary Bell not again under your skin here within
Mary Bell by yourself never tell delicate
Mary Bell on the stairs obsesses its diamond edge
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3. |
To Adore
03:11
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I drove the car to the end of the night I swore to the stars all systems in sight, I'm pretty sure we did was right my sister raven up in flight
Stranger of the night will you bring love back to life
If heaven opened up for you would heaven be enough for you, for you, for you, for you
I stole the cup from the lips of ilyad didn't promise me much but I took what I could I'm sitting pretty on his word five stars shot up for my raven bird, ven bird, ven bird..I wrote the book from the clutch of the dark I opened it up I spoke to its heart, sweet sister daughter hook or claw my brutus shoulder to adore.
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4. |
Raise Me Up
05:55
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King’s heart needs to run faster than the heart of a king run
wants to have more than the world would have given to him
and that bird raised up his wings to fly but he was weighed
down by the heavy weight of his shiny crown, frightened by the boughs no promise made, but if you don’t fall far enough
he said he’d raise me up x 3
flower in the sun breath of the wind
plucked from the soil left in the breeze
golden was the shrine the water dazzling
and still waiting by the edge faithful to the end
and if you don't fall far enough
and if you don't fall high enough
he said he'd raise me up
boats come in this town saintly humming for the summer harvest
they fill their cabins up and leave the village starving
where they used to play and sit the gate is swinging in the back garden
but Ophelia she didn’t drown
she’s just swimming with the river garlands
swim swimming she’s just swimming with the river
and if you don't fall far enough
and if you don't fall high enough
he said he'd raise me up
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5. |
Madness
03:19
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Madness fell for the feast
blue cloud over mountain and it rained down on us
just like an angel she’s smiling on the world
and the face of a loss angel smile got burned
it’s madness, madness, yes it's madness..he won’t be mine
hunger goes away
when its shrivelled up its curling tail
women grow old here in the west
leaves cover over every silken tress and she sees its madness, madness, it's madness..he won’t be mine
restless child won’t you settle to sleep
you can sail the salty water and temper the beast
wind in the night moves a pirate fleet
and it leaned across the foam and whispered to me.
madness, madness, yes yes it's mad it's madness..he won’t be mine
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6. |
Knife
02:42
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Who put the trickle of unwilling tear
far worse for thinking of a border here
I’ll ask the first that comes to me but won’t betray the fight
and there you are my darkest light
blood thirst be wary of the gilded spear
poor horse the muscle of the flesh of fear
at last the strength has come to me
but won’t betray the fight
and you’re by far my sharpest knife
at last the strength has come to me
but won’t betray the fight
and you’re by far my sharpest knife
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7. |
Wilbur Clown
06:06
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Wilbur Clown welcome home
you’ll calm down in these welcome arms
the sulphur sun
it burns a hole where the stars fell from
and I’ll be sure the sun will be the last one left me poor so come down
to the sea
it's not love it's not freedom
there’s no shape
there’s no feeling there’s no reason, there’s no feeling there’s no reason
Wilbur clown ever think you’re just wasting you’re time
I’ve spent mine heard them say it’s too late, it’s too late, it’s too late
for goodbyes
it’s too late to turn around
this is love
this is freedom this is shape
this is feeling this is reason
this is love
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8. |
Jane Doll Sorrow
05:36
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Jane Doll Sorrow come down to the window
I’m afraid my sparrow I’ll be late for tomorrow
do you remember a bar in Summer
like two stray feathers like friends of the weather
Weary of the Gods above like flakes like dust we huff we puff
see winters come see winters go and the heavens explode
they say that island is a place worth finding
that’s where I’m heading that’s where I’m hiding
Weary of the Gods of love like fakes like duds we reach we touch
these winters come these winters go and the heavens explode
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9. |
Start
03:57
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First light was stunning when brightness started running
you came from nothing into the glowing arms of your mother
You’re struggling to walk, forming all your thoughts
caught between fear and delight, hands out for your very first helicopter flight
I want to start my life again I want to start my life again
I want to start my life again but you’re a little star, star, star
Across the mossy tiles there flew a rooftop lullaby
into the smoke of chimney fires and the wind carried it for miles and miles
guardian by your side will help you go the mile and
long after the sun is dead you’re spoonfed and tucked into bed
I want to start my life again……….
There is something in you, you don’t find everyday,
Everything you touch is shiny and new will it soon turn to decay
You’re struggling to walk, any second will take off
caught between fear and delight hands out for your very first helicopter flight……….
I want to start my life again…………
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10. |
Anchors
05:05
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It's just gone a quarter past midnight
she hopes it won’t be too long now
goes to the clock on the mantelpiece
and picks up the ragdoll
the stars outside are making me tired
and the wind through the window is heaving a sigh
a dream takes time
a dream is wild
a dream can get out of hand
anchor me to the land
If heaven was our boat
I’d be frightened by the flapping of the ropes
I’d be pulling at the freyed knots wishing I could
keep this one afloat
a dream takes time
a dream is wild
a dream can get out of hand
anchor me to the land
I dreamt last night
fisherman was called out
I kept you some feathers to knit with
hope they don’t take flight.
dream takes time
dream is wild
dream can get out of hand
anchor me to the land
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Ann Scott Ireland
Over the course of five stunning and original albums, Ann Scott has carved her own niche as an independent and firebrand
songwriter.
With distinctive voice, and quirky musical style, Scott is in frequent demand both as live multi-instrumentalist and studio collaborator. Official releases are available here & annscott.net, for all the work in progress see www.patreon.com/AnnScott
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