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Clouds Never Move
02:15
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She said the clouds never, ever, ever move.
'Come watch awhile', she said, 'and I will have no need to prove'.
The tract of light grows dim, it creeps across the wall...
The clouds they move for me, but somehow I can't say at all,
Helen.
If you look into the sun, you'll see his heart is blue (few know this).
When the clouds turn tail they show their silver lining's actually gold.
Gold.
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OPHELIA
04:27
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The water a pillow of shimmering green, my face is so cold...
O sun, swimming high in the waters above,
soothe me with your bright gold.
This means I shall never grow old!
The world is a button, a bauble, a bubble. My garland of flowers
all fades by the forenoon, all dies by the evening,
Interminable hours...
Scrubbed clean of my innocent powers.
Swimming, swimming, swimming, swimming
Till somebody finds my body.
Floating past children who play on the banks,
How they laugh and skim stones.
The world is a feather, a frost-flower, a foundling
That nobody owns.
Perhaps they'll make harps of my bones...
Swimming, swimming, swimming, swimming
Till somebody finds my body.
Swimming, swimming, swimming, swimming,
Will someone make harps from my bones?
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He Comes in the Night
02:47
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He comes in the night and moves things (moves things)
Before I can reach for the cord of the lamp
And close my fingers around it,
He has moved things (moved things).
I try very hard to see him (see him)
Let fall on the darkness a sheet of this soft yellow light,
But it's too late...
I can't see him (see him).
Time, with whom we align,
On whom we recline, you and I
Leaves the dust, O the lovely, lovely dust
He will sometimes cry,
The dust-motes are all that we have, you and I...
Soemtimes he will leave a tracing (tracing).
A wild hieroglyphic that moves in the dust
Like a dry little kiss
In my memory.
He comes in the night and moves things (moves things).
The days are a shadowless waste
And my heart is a cavernous place
Since he moved things (moved things).
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The Fat Lady Sings
02:39
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Sometimes I walk through fields in gloves
Because I like to use my eyes.
All this has naught to do with loves,
And has much less to do with size.
Emeralds below, sapphires above...
Sometimes I walk through fields in gloves.
And as I walk, beneath my tread
Sings all of nature, wild and green.
Rays of bright sun surround my head,
And I could be an ancient Queen,
Tended by flocks of silver doves...
Sometimes I walk through fields in gloves.
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Hours of Sunlight
02:27
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Hours of sunlight behind every plan
Hours of sunlight behind every plan.
If you look at me that way, I can't get to the end
Of what it was I had meant to say,
The words that almost mend.
The words that almost mend...
Weak rays of morning, it rained through the night
Silvered the roof tiles with shimmering light.
Perhaps you'll call, and want me back, and I'll once more pretend
I cannot hear the resounding lack
Of words that almost mend.
Of words that almost mend.
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Bright Blessings
02:22
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A gentle Spring wind tips the leaves,
Breathes on the blossom turning...
And you, my Love, must tread a path
Worn bare by sorrow's yearning,
Worn bare by sorrow's yearning.
A course you plotted, straight and true
Ten million stars ago, Love.
I'll bless your back as you walk through
A road I cannot go, Love.
A road I cannot go.
If all the birds were loving words,
Bright blessings in each feather,
I'd pray their wings to shelter you,
And keep you safe forever.
And keep you safe forever.
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Circular Waltz
03:16
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Walking circles on the ground,
Mad circumference, round and round...
I am not very good at waiting.
Treading circles, round I go.
Seconds falter, far too slow...
I am not very good at waiting.
How long must you wait and see?
Hours drop like falling leaves...
I am not very good at waiting.
At waiting...
At waiting...
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The Ghost of a Song
03:16
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O you come to me at night, like the ghost of a song,
But I can't come out to meet you if the melody is wrong.
Feel you slipping through my fingers with the gathering dawn,
But I can't come out to meet you in a song.
How I long for all the nights when you're there in my dreams,
There's a haven in the darkness, my imagination sings
Of this shining, sweet illusion that the melody's strong.
But I can't come out to meet you in a song.
Here's the lasting part of this:
Something in my heart's amiss.
Dark clouds gathering, I know there's something wrong,
O I hear your secret call to me;
Come rest here in the core of me,
Weaving through the darkness
Before the night is gone.
Still you come to me at night, like a glimmering star
And I always dream about you, and the stars don't seem that far.
Then you smile, and golden light falls on everything.
And you're the sweetest song that I could sing.
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A Quiver in the Heart
02:34
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I see you in the doorway, and in the crowds across the room,
All evening long I seek your face, a candle in the gloom.
If I put my arms around you, would you dry my tears?
You're seven steps away from me, it might as well be years.
I see you both together, without a space between,
And think about forever, and whatever might have been.
If I put my arms around you, would you change your mind?
You're seven steps away from me, and I am left behind.
I walk past you smiling, disguise my tears,
Breathing - keep breathing - disguise my tears.
You have set my heart a-quiver, deep within a tiny flame
Ignites the question whether our journey was in vain.
If I put my arms around you, would it ease this aching burn?
You're seven steps away from me. I don't know where to turn.
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I Close My Arms to You
02:43
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I close my arms to you. I have closed my mind.
I dought my light for you, for the future is unkind.
I close my arms to you. I have closed my mind.
I dought my light for you, for the future is unkind.
O the future is unkind - O, the past!
O the future is unkind (O the future).
O the future is unkind - O, the past!
O the future is unkind.
O I cannot clean you from my eyes,
Your afterimage stains my eye, no matter how hard I try.
O I cannot clean you from my eyes,
Your afterimage taints my eye, no matter how hard I try.
Come me my love, my Love,
Come be my shadow and my sun.
The shadows gather as the light grows dim,
And all the mysteries are one.
When the vessel it did crack, my love,
O the night was most ill-starred
And I found I could not rest, my love,
till I'd collected every shard.
O the future is unkind - O, the past!
O the future is unkind (O the future).
O the future is unkind - O, the past!
O the future is unkind.
O I cannot clean you from my eyes,
Your afterimage stains my eye, no matter how hard I try.
O I cannot clean you from my eyes,
Your afterimage taints my eye, no matter how hard I try.
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Almost But Not Quite
02:25
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Smile politely, cast a glimmering eye;
I will make no sound.
No-one there will know that it's your face
I wrap my dreams around.
Sing to me once more your parting song,
Show your heart to me.
Where your slumbers take you far away,
There my love shall be.
O, but this way is hard, and it cuts my feet.
Come to me in my dreams, I can hardly breathe...
I would walk the canyons of the world,
I would swim the seas,
Just to bring this song of love to you,
May your heart find ease.
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Angeline Morrison and The Ambassadors of Sorrow
"Bewitching and otherworldly... Morrison's voice is eerily confiding, strangely present, insistent even at its quietest"
Folk Radio UK.
Believing in the beauty of sad songs, weaving folk, soul and beat sounds of the '60s into a tapestry of the human heart. Homespun sounds that reside in a nostalgic universe.
"Dark, unsettling folk that verges on the hymnal" BBC Introducing.
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