1. |
The Crossing
02:12
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2. |
Golden Light
03:53
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Golden light
Many a pale horse
Many a knight
Many a poor boy
Sold his sight
For that golden light
Creeping tide
Said many a widow
To many a bride
O, to be young and
With time on my side
But that creeping tide
O, love
Will you try
To remember me
As I am, as I was
And so I will be
Moonless night
Taken by seabirds
Taken to flight
Taken to marry
That old golden light
And that moonless night
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3. |
A Giant Hand
03:00
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There was nothing much to do that night
When the giants rose out of the sea
They took a look and they took a bite
But they had no place to be
And their fingernails
Were silver shells
And they wrote their names out in the sand
With a giant hand
There were words that no man could read
When the giants rose out of the waves
Strange patterns in the seaweed
And laughter in the caves
Then the tide came in
All was quiet again
But they waved from where no man could stand
With a giant hand
And who would choose to turn to stone
And who would choose a giant's throne
And what'll we do with all we've known
And what'll we do when all the giants are gone
There was nothing much to do that night
When the giants rose out of the sea
They took a look and they took a bite
But they had no place to be
And their fingernails
Were silver shells
And they wrote their names out in the sand
With a giant hand
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4. |
Walls That Were A House
03:53
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Walls that were a house
Waiting open mouthed
Waiting for the ground
To swallow
Swallow
Let the roof come in
Shed your rusted skin
Waiting for the wind
To follow
Follow
Who will love you now
Who will tear you down
You who make no sound
Of sorrow
Sorrow
Crown of green on stone
Metal overgrown
House you will go home
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
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5. |
The Long Far Away
03:18
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Neat are the notches where they made their beds
O, to life, o, to ruin, where they laid their heads, and
Close are the voices of the distant dead
And the stone that was lifted by a hand, far away
Far away, that was lifted by a hand
So we imagine we are not the first
To look out on this land with a burning thirst, bound
Up in the scent of the salted waves
Are the eyes that were carried by the wind, far away
Far away, that were carried by the wind
Would they have wondered of the days to come
Of the strength of our hearts to be overcome, and
When we remember what was known so well
Will they speak of us then from the long far away
Far away, will they speak of us then
Will they speak of us then from the long far away
Far away, will they speak of us then
Will they speak of us then from the long far away
Far away...
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Old lopsided
Lightning bolt
Until the wind prevails
You'll stand there
On your sinking mound
And count forgotton tales
Your sundial shadow
Casts no doubt
On the treachery of time
Unravelled slowly
To the ground
As the centuries unwind
The lives of men
Have passed like smoke
Beneath your watchful gaze
And many sought
The wisdom that
Your lichen beard betrays
But even you
With all your might
Will someday lean no more
Your sparkling skin
It turns to sand
As seas around you roar
And so it goes
For all that stand
And all that come to rest
For all that watch
The changing land
The ancient and the blessed
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The summer now is ending
The hired-guns preparing
The greylag geese are dying
For only living free
They were not always outlaws
Once rare, respected elders
Now those that praised their feathers
Decide their destiny
When geese were few and failing
Then geese were worth preserving
But now the geese are thriving
They are the enemy
For geese will grow in number
And geese will go to plunder
But if geese should meet the farmer
Then geese will cease to be
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8. |
Crossing Tides
05:06
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Come rose-red morning sky
Come stone of serpentine
These colours are not mine
Where do they go to die
Come waning crescent moon
Come distant, silent wave
O, teach us to be brave
And will we see you soon
Come flutter of the heart
Come murmur of the beast
What's within will be released
And all will come apart
Come sickness in our dreams
Come sand between our toes
A pattern no one knows
Is never all it seems
Come treachery and greed
Come kind forgiving night
A welcome warm and bright
From those already freed
Come twinkle in the eye
Come feather on the breeze
A moment now to seize
Eternity to sigh
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9. |
The Edge of the Land
04:11
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At the edge of the land
Where the seabirds call
Where the skies collide
And the soft rains fall
Where the night is day
And the day gives flight
To the dusk and the dawn
Of a second sight
Where the stones that stand
With the years confide
In the living hand
Of an ancient guide
And the seconds slow
And the hunger dims
And the love I know
Knows me from the winds
And the love I know
Knows me from the winds
And the love I know
Knows me
And the love I know
Knows me from the winds
And the love I know
Knows me from the winds
And the love I know
Knows me
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Slow Town Clock UK
Slow Town Clock is the music of Glasgow born singer-songwriter and guitarist Jamie Leven, encompassing multiple projects, spanning several genres, and often accompanied by a varied and ever-expanding band of musical friends.
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