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Hissing Black
02:43
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Hissing black early morn
Hissing black wood warms
In the hissing black my breath comes
Hissing black the kettle's on
Hissing black there's rain on glass
In the hissing black a diamond's born
Something in the sound I like
Wheels going round a bike
The hiss means fire the hiss means dawn
The hiss is before the light comes on
Hiss means fire hiss means dawn
The hiss is before the light comes on
Hissing black of a fire pit
Hissing black the coals spit
In the hissing black your fag's lit
In the hissing black microphone
Hissing black your amp's on
In the hissing black when the room falls
Something in the sound I like
Wheels going round a bike
Hiss means fire hiss means dawn
The hiss is before the light comes on
Hiss means fire hiss means dawn
The hiss is before the light comes on
The hiss means fire hiss means dawn
The hiss is before the light comes on
The hiss is before the light comes on
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2. |
Flowers in My Hair
03:38
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Baby I will kiss your lips
You will feel you’re halfway high
Baby drawing quiet lines
I will be your valentine
People wish upon a star
Release it in the morning’s sigh
Be the pillow’s passenger
Every time I close my eyes
Don’t tell me how it all turns out
‘cause I’m up now I’m high from the ground
I’m up now I’m high from the ground
Driving in an open space
Along a gun metal road
We’ll be running out of time
I lazy watch my hymns take flight
We’ll be sitting under trees
Read another Ginsberg poem
Paint a picture of a dream
One where I could live long
Don’t tell me how it all turns out
‘cause I’m up now I’m high from the ground
I’m up now I’m high from the ground
And at your door I’m falling
I’m wearing flowers in my hair
And at your door I’m falling
I’m wearing flowers in my hair
And at your door I’m falling
I’m wearing flowers in my hair
And at your door I’m falling
I’m wearing flowers in my hair
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3. |
Muzzle Nuzzle
03:08
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You will find me hiding in the woods
And you will find me underneath the sea
And you will find me lowly in the gloam
I won’t blame you I won’t blame you
You will see me running with the pack
You will see me in the acres of stars
You will hold me in the cradle of your arms
I won’t blame you I won’t blame you
On this road I drive in raven black
On this road owls in feathers white
On this road our lives collide
Until you leapt to the mountainside
You will know me velvet on the nose
And you will know me in warm fur folds
And you will meet me on the forest floor
I won’t blame you I won’t blame you
On this road I drive in raven black
On this road owls in feathers white
On this road our lives collide
Until you leapt to the mountainside
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4. |
Log Stacks
02:47
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Let's get by the log stacks
Can't make a den under the logs
Way down there are the houses
Way up here waterfalls
Are we inside a story
I could tell you any yarn
This time not the three bears
Or the red riding hound
Aawoooo aawooooo aawoooo
Owls will wait 'til twilight
Woodpecker long stopped
Putting on head torches
Up into the trees we march
Are we inside a story
I could tell you any yarn
This time not the three bears
Or the red riding hound
Aawoooo aawooooo aawoooo
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5. |
Hunted the Bear
02:44
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Hunted the bear, the bear down
I have run under this thorny town
Hunted the bear, the bear down
I have run under this thorny town
I had the devil on my back
I had the devil on my back
Hon’ you weren’t ready to roll and to shake
Hon’ you were far from carefree ways
You’ve got a fancy to play
You’ve got a fancy to be back in the game
Hunted the bear, the bear down
I have run under this thorny town
Hunted the bear, the bear down
I have run under this thorny town
I had the devil on my back
I had the devil on my back
Hon’ you weren’t ready to roll and to shake
Hon’ you were far from carefree ways
You’ve got a fancy to play
You’ve got a fancy to be back in the game
Dare I admit frustration
Grounded though I’ve got what I want
I’m just a would-be but if I could escape
You’ve got a fancy to play
You’ve got a fancy to be back in the game
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6. |
Dear Good Jane
03:47
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I raise a glass to you
My dear good Jane
Silence the cock's din
Thou art a wife my friend
You take a walk out in fine society
A strange cage the window
And the ways that I conceal
Child of my brain
Brilliant waste
Of clear vision
So throw away the key
And the memory
I was a Doctor's daughter
How close you orbit
My genius ways
Listen we talk of
The spirit of the age
And what bright future
Is laid out for you
When all I surrendered
Never to be remembered
Child of my brain
A brilliant waste
Of clear vision
So throw away the key
And the memory
I was a Doctor’s daughter
A Doctor’s daughter
I raise a glass to you
My dear good Jane
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7. |
More Than the Mountains
02:27
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More than the mountains
Higher than the highest seas
Old as the castle
Is your love to me
More than the mountains
Higher than the highest seas
Old as the castle
Is your love to me
She wants the trees
The tops
The sky
The colour of horses
He wants the broom
The sand
The seaweed
And the porpoises
I want all of these days when you two are young
And the sound of the ice
And the birds and the burn
All of these days when you two are young
And the time to just be
In the guard of the hill
All of these days when you two are young
And the sound of the ice
And the birds and the burn
All of these days when you two are young
And the time to just be
In the guard of the hill
More than the mountains
Higher than the highest seas
Old as the castle
Is your love to me
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8. |
Haining
03:11
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Cold cold
Cold in my bed
Next to me bodies are sleeping
Boards boards
For my bed
Though I lie like a stone not alone
Dear friends
I write you again
With a quieted spirit inside
Hills
In the distance
Is a land that I have never left
In the dust and the mud
Run the tears and the blood
Blessed are those who have cared
In admiration we hold on your name
Jane
Jane
Mother of mine
Hold in the night
And long is the line
That leads to the role of your life
In the dust and the mud
Run the tears and the blood
Blessed are those who have cared
In admiration we hold on your name
Jane
Jane
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9. |
Little Egg
03:20
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Little egg, little nest, little ache in my chest
Waited for your breath
Little crab, carpet map, little sweep a soft eyelash
And dream a deeper ask
And you will go
Forget everything I know
And you will play
I will brush my tears away
And you will play
Little lore, little croon, little Miss new moon
Venus in full bloom
Little riff, little tune, red piano old saloon
Cherub with a lute
And you will go
Forget everything I know
And you will play
I will brush my tears away
And you will go
Forget everything I know
And you will play
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10. |
Jup Loves Sat
03:02
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Blue is the snow
Please come please show
What colour is the wind
I could run away with
Yuletide song
I never felt it before
The journey of the Magi
The magic I was looking for
Monochrome
Those days in Winter
Made me hold my face
Longer in the water
Blue is the snow
Please come please show
What colour is the wind
I could run away with
In a rare sky show
Solstice
Waiting for seismic change
Throw your mask to the wind
Soon time-worn
Old ways
Glory be to the mist low lying
And the planets aligning
Blue is the snow
Please come please show
What colour is the wind
I could run away with
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11. |
Stop All the Clocks
03:16
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Back when I was all grown up
I stood outside the frame
And I saw clearer than before
Once I got away
I see how scared you are of life
You’ve built your walls so high
Padded on the inside
With friendly alibis
So stop all the clocks
No one’s getting up
Sun turning black
You don’t love me back
I walked around with my head down
Ashamed of what I’d done
And such despair I’ve never known
I thought you were the one
My heart was hidden under cloth
I wore a braver face
And no one knew my state of mind
But I had lost the place
So stop all the clocks
No one’s getting up
Sun turning black
You don’t love me back
So stop all the clocks
No one’s getting up
Sun turning black
You don’t love me back
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12. |
Snake Hips
02:19
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Our chimney fell in the wake of a storm
Over your windscreen and you laughed loud
Tomorrow I won't think about that cool couple
So my type I felt my heart sink
I cannot speak no words come out
Lay me down lay me low
These fruitless times nothing is sweet
Jet lag-like lay me down low
Calling myself the lily of the party
You are the snake hips do what you want
And here ends the Emperor’s New Clothes
You are the snake hips do what you want
I cannot speak no words come out
Lay me down lay me low
This fruitless time when nothing is sweet
Jet lag-like lay me down low
You are the great hips do what you want
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Clair Tierney Scotland, UK
Scottish singer songwriter Clair Tierney combines sensitive vocals with delicate guitar work, firmly rooted in contemporary folk music.
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