1. |
Time Machine
03:32
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Your face is like a time machine
I've been loving you, for a long, long time
And if I could choose my dreams
I would dream of you, all night
Darling when I am not with you I am lonesome and
Wondering what to do, with my afternoon
Trying to sail a ship without a crew
well, you won't find land
I am in the middle of the blue
Wont you come back soon
Wont you come back soon!
When you're away I confess
It isn't me at my best
I get the basics wrong
I count the day 'til you come home
I made a terrible
Meal for one last night
I ate way too much rice
I didn't get the flavours right
I thought I'd treat myself
To your least favourite show
I stayed up far too late
I watched too many episodes
It's good to spend time apart
Absence is good for the heart
But I'm plenty fond enough
Come back home I need your love!
Darling when I am not with you I am lonesome and
Wondering what to do, with my afternoon
Trying to sail a ship without a crew
well, you won't find land
I am in the middle of the blue
Wont you come back soon
Wont you come back soon!
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2. |
The Odyssey
05:05
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3. |
Anyway, Anyway
06:51
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100 hours from now
100 hours from now
This will be done and what went on
Will still play out, through time
Images flood the mind
What strange things will we find
When the river dries
When the river dries
Old shoe, shape shift, say what happened here
say what happened here
Old shoe, shape shift, say what happened here
Oh life, being so ill defined
when we were camping out
there on the borderline and we would
spend the night trying to
make some sense, having our
different dreams and wondering
what they meant and we'd arise
to sounds of clattering
from the pans that brought the matter in
anyway, anyway
back in the ring where all the
blows are dealt if you
stop to think that's when the
pain is felt so maybe you
stay on your feet and you
duck and you dive but when all your
juice is gone and you're just
pips and rind are you
surprised to find you're suffering
or surprised that you're not suffering
anyway, anyway
you play it for pain or you
you play for laughs there are as
many ways as there are
autographs and when you
sign you name there on the
pleading page the paper will
never say what it can
never say it wont
say what happened here
wont ever say what happened here
it wont say what happened here
can't ever say
anyway anyway
some unnameable part
some unnameable part
somewhere inside
works day and night
among its tasks
it must
sift through all the dust
and tell ourselves back to us
with whatever it can find
across this vast expanse of life
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4. |
I Woke in the Night
02:41
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I woke in the night
I woke in the night
Oh and you were
Oh and you were
By my side
By my side
Oh but when did you get home?
I've been fast asleep
You must have been discreet
Very well done indeed
I woke in the night
I woke in the night
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep
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5. |
Panther
05:04
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That was a panther you let inside
Quick let it out you'll be eaten alive
Ghost of a panther sulks on the stairs
Better a ghost than a horrible mess
Cool pool of water, sun dappled cliff
Mouse on the stem of a flower that's adrift
Every petal granting a wish
Every breath is a chance to exist
What are the hopes that you're hoping?
What are the things that went wrong?
How have you been coping?
What did you know all along?
And what did you learn from the panther at breakfast?
What did you learn from the mouse clinging tight?
What did you learn from being so reckless?
And if it's well earned, can we do what we like?
And if it's well earned, can we do what we like?
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6. |
Death
02:55
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7. |
Breath of Leaves
04:59
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Breathe, breath of the leaves
Leaves of the tree tops
Blow, blow on the tea
Tea that is too hot
Soft light of the clouds
Clouds hide the sun
Sun seeks you out
Out of it all
All that's below
Blow on the tea
Tea is for taking a moment
To see what's going on.
Breathe, breath of the leaves
Leaves of the tree tops
Top, top of the morn
Morn for you lost crops
Crops cover the world
World in a spin
Spin round the sun
Sun seeks you out
Out of it all
All that's below
Low is a feeling we all know
From time to time
In our lives
In our lives
In our lives
It's a nuanced light
When you're spinning right
Around the sun
Readily we'll remedy this problem
Readily, and steadily
We'll see what can be done
And if the mad man of Naranath can
Push that rock, to the top
And laugh as it rolls down
The mighty mountain
Then maybe I just
Made too much fuss
Of nothing
And if the mad man of Naranath can
Push that rock, to the top
And laugh as it rolls down
The mighty mountain
Then maybe I just
Made too much fuss
Of nothing
And if the mad man of Naranath can
Push that rock, to the top
And laugh as it rolls down
The mighty mountain
Then maybe I just
Made too much fuss
Of nothing
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8. |
Begin Again
02:13
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Begin again with a warm cup of cider
With a rum lime and ginger beer mix
At a mismanaged dance competition
On a dance floor of mud and sticks
Begin again with a new silver jacket
By a small hill of bags that we built
With precarious jutting out guy ropes
And a series of drinks being spilt
"Though we live in a world that dreams of ending
and always seems about to being
Something that will not acknowledge conclusion
Insists that we forever begin"
Begin again and your past will come with you
Like a back story you must unpack
Like when there's a candle that's burning
and you are fashioning shapes from the wax
Like when there's a candle that's burning
and you're fashioning shapes from the wax
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House of Keys England, UK
Stretched between Somerset, London and Kent, House of Keys make original music drawing influence from folk, jazz, funk,
rock, classical, pop and electronic music.
Clare Beresford - Vocals & Synth
Adam Brodigan - Drumkit
Dominic Conway - Vocals & Guitars
Miriam Gould - Vocals & Violin
Sam Richards - Bass + additional Vocals, Guitars and Keys.
... more
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