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Fallow Fields
02:32
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Wake me in the springtime
On Fallow Fields
Burn up our bridges
Paint me again
With wounds as my witness
And flesh as my shield
My dear…
They drank to our courage
Then turned on themselves
Stoned me with madness
And silenced the bells
Their wars are still raging
On the middle stair
My dear…
Man the harvest
There’s thieves in the market tonight
Part the seas
And have faith without reason says I!
Take flight…
Pull back the curtains
The marksmen is blind
Roll out the seasons
Sharpen the scythe
Scatter my ashes
Trust in the wind
My dear…
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I Was A Sailor
03:26
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I was a sailor
My heartache to spite
My pillow the ocean
My eyelids the night
I had weighed anchor
With company divine
For north California or south of the line
I was a sailor
Though crew had I none
The hold was my pocket
My compass the sun
But I had brought nothing
To act as my wind
And I lay on the water like a curious thing
But close comes the morning
Happy to be
I guess I won’t live to see
North California waiting for me there
I was an angel
With you as my charge
With God as my witness
I broke your heart
I whispered a promise
Under my wing
That I would be one day a sailor again
And if a word of forgiveness
Could fill up my sail
Bit by bit we might see
North California with you in my lee there
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The Dead Man's Waltz Isle Of Skye, UK
The Dead Man's Waltz are four musicians from the Isle of Skye. Their music traces a path through the dance halls of Weimar Republic Germany, Tom Waits and the Pogues to more recent acts such as Beirut. Theirs is a litany of small-town crimes and dark romances that is fascinating and irresistable. ... more
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