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Artists & Poets
04:19
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There was a time we did not know
If we were high or we were low
Some lived in sun some lived in snow
But that was all so long ago
Listen to the music listen to the song
Artists and poets are here where they belong
If you can hear them say that they know
Where we go that's a wicked lie
They're scared to live
We won't be scared to die
And now there is not far to go
So knap your flint and draw your bow
Go paint your cave with red and gold
Worship anew the gods of old
Listen to the music listen to the song
Artists and poets are here where they belong
If you can hear them say that they know
Where we go that's a wicked lie
They're scared to live
We won't be scared to die
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The Sower
03:00
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Now when you look into your mirror
You know exactly what you'll see
Is evidence of a designer
What you see when you look at me?
And when Van Gogh painted The Sower
Did he paint God into the sky?
One billion Catholics still kneeling
And now I know the reason why
You keep on running from it so hard sower
And who am I to break the spell?
So keep believing yeah it's alright it's okay
You better hope I burn in hell
So go now ask your senile father
Just what he thinks of all this mess
Yes go and look inside your good book
And choose the lies which suit you best
You keep on running from it so hard sower
And who am I to break the spell?
So keep believing yeah it's alright it's okay
You better hope I burn in hell
You better hope you better pray
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A Canticle Of The Devil
04:16
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I am hiding from you beneath the ivy in the garden
Tell your secrets to no one but me but me
Take heed of the hounds of this ground
They'll harry these fells around
Oh I shall go into the hare
With sorrow and sighing and care
And I go in the good devil's name
Aye 'til I be fetch'd home again
How she dances in the hour before dawn for my eyes
Where the crows gather silent as death in the midnight
For they come now in our lady's name
All but for to fetch thee home
Oh I shall go into the hare
With sorrow and sighing and care
And I go in the good devil's name
Aye 'til I be fetch'd home again
Cunning and art you did no lack
But aye her whistle would fetch you back
Oh I shall go into the hare
With sorrow and sighing and care
Why would I feel so this pain?
Ah see I'm waking I'm waking falling home
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Catholic Bones
03:30
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Burn these Catholic bones get the kindling and get the fire lit
Burn these Catholic bones until there's nothing but ash in the pit
Burn these Catholic bones so there's nothing for the devil to claim
Burn these Catholic bones when he comes for me he's gonna call my name
Nothing but soil and spit made beneath a midnight moon
Nothing you can do about it whenever it comes it's gonna be too soon
No mad man will rule me no naked crown of thorns
Go with me or to hell no god or man should tell
Burn these Catholic bones so there's nothing for the devil to claim
Burn these Catholic bones when he comes for me he's gonna call my name
Lost on a boat at sea underneath the thunder and the rain
The port is safe and warm now there's an end to my pain
My god-shaped hole is filled I can worship him forever and a day
Locked in a loving embrace see you face to face
Burn these Catholic bones made up from original sin
Burn these Catholic bones you made your bed you better lie in it
Burn these Catholic bones let Augustine and Aquinas know
Burn these Catholic bones as above so below
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And what is more
Outside time
With some exceptions
Loves us dearly
By or large more or less
In light of labours lost
Running water running fire
The air is the same
The beard the flames the tears the stones
Man in short
Man in brief
In spite of his strides
Is seen to waste
Is seen to waste to waste
Is seen to waste and pine
So still so calm so blue
In a word I refuse
The air is the same
The facts the facts are there
In the year of Our Lord
Six hundred and something
The beard the flames the tears the stones
The flames!
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Am I not with hosts?
Am I not with hosts making din now making din?
I would not cease now
I would not cease between two hosts without gore
Am I not he Golasser?
Am I not Golasser?
My belt was a rainbow to my foe
I am I am a bard
I am a harper piper and crowder
I am of seven score musicians the very great enchanterer
The world would not be
Would not be if not for my offspring my offspring
And the unskillful may he be possessed by the ravens
And birds of wrath
Am I not he Golasser?
Am I not Golasser?
My belt was a rainbow to my foe
I am I am a bard
I am a harper piper and crowder
I am of seven score musicians the very great enchanterer
Am I not he Golasser?
Am I not Golasser?
My belt was a rainbow to my foe
I am I am a bard
I am a harper piper and crowder
I am of seven score musicians the very great enchanterer
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Wassail
04:27
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So here is to Cherry and to his right cheek
Pray God send our master a good piece of beef
And a good piece of beef that we all may see
With a wassailing bowl we’ll drink to thee
Wassail all over this town
Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown
Wassail by the old apple tree
With the wassailing bowl we’ll drink to thee
So here’s to Broad Mary and to her broad horn
May God send our master a good crop of corn
And a good crop of corn that we all may see
With a wassailing bowl we’ll drink to thee
Wassail all over this town
Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown
Wassail by the old apple tree
With the wassailing bowl we’ll drink to thee
Here’s to the maid in the lily-white smock
Who tripped to the door and slipped back the lock
Who tripped to the door and pulled back the pin
For to let these jolly wassailers in
Wassail all over this town
Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown
Wassail by the old apple tree
With the wassailing bowl we’ll drink to thee
Wassail wassail
Wassail wassail
Wassail wassail
Wassail wassail
Wassail all over this town
Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown
Wassail by the old apple tree
With the wassailing bowl we’ll drink to thee
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Why don’t you wait awhile?
Wait awhile to be seen
Wait until dead of night
Then you can reveal all
In your shining eye
There’s a million ways to be
Ways that set you free
You can bring me back now
And when the ghost begins to leave your side
Then there will be a time for you and I
And when the wind begins to cry your name
Then there will be a way to live again
Now there’s a golden light
In the clouds below
A thousand altar boys
Follow at your heels now
And when your god begins to leave your side
We’ll pull another out into the light
And when the tears decide to leave your eyes
Then there will be a time for you and I
And when the storm begins to break your mind
Then there will be a way to live again
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9. |
Coromorants Glide
03:40
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I will be where the water runs free
And the cold north wind will carry me
The sun companion by my side
The rivers and oceans rising tide
Cormorants glide in the open skies
From the cold north wind I shield my eyes
One last time I fall asleep
And the carrion crows come feed on me
Call the river daughter
See her dancing over the water
Mark the beauty in her eyes
Here and ever after
Sing a song of love and of laughter
As we go where cormorants glide
Raven rook and carrion crow
In the morning mist call long and low
The fox and the bat and the tawny owl
Sleep all day until the sun goes down
The bear and the wolf and the mad March hare
Run through the wood with never a care
The man in green and the woman in white
Sing to the earth and the goddess of night
Call the river daughter
See her dancing over the water
Mark the beauty in her eyes
Here and ever after
Sing a song of love and of laughter
As we go where cormorants glide
Call the river daughter
See her dancing over the water
Mark the beauty in her eyes
Here and ever after
Sing a song of love and of laughter
As we go where cormorants glide
I will be where the water runs free
And the cold north wind will carry me
The sun companion by my side
The rivers and oceans rising tide
Cormorants glide in the open skies
From the cold north wind I shield my eyes
One last time I fall asleep
And the carrion crows come feed on me
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Celestial Mechanics
02:34
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I was a willing man
You were a willing man too
Figures on the land
Gently passing out of view
We saw a river there
We saw a river down below
Wading to its southern shore
We let our nightmares go
Hark, awake! Meet me by the gate
Across the park and wait until its dark
Once around and fall upon the ground
Lay me down without a sound
Among the standing stones
Where once were many now are few
Run through the forest home
How went this life for you?
Hark, awake! Meet me by the gate
Across the park and wait until its dark
Once around and fall upon the ground
Lay me down without a sound
I was a willing man
Hark, awake! Meet me by the gate
Across the park and wait until its dark
Once around and fall upon the ground
Lay me down without a sound
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Exotic Physics
03:31
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Come away now out of the rain now
No more to weep
Sit beside me look inside me
We too must leave this world behind
Come awake now out of the dream now
No mortal sleep
So we sing now to bring the day down
One day we’ll leave this all
So hold me through this weather
In the distance we can hear the thunder
We two can never leave here
Leave the dream now without pain now
Open those eyes
Sit beside me turning quietly
We too must let this world be
So hold me through this weather
In the distance we can hear the thunder
We two can never leave here
We must together when the ships leave
I’ll hold you close and tender
What we have let no one rent asunder
So hold me through this weather
In the distance we can hear the thunder
In the distance we can hear the thunder
In the distance we can hear the thunder
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12. |
Wayfarers
03:41
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We listen to your stories we’ve heard them all before
We put ourselves in hands we know to be the only law
We hearken to the old ways you tell us nothing new
We listen to the things you say but we’re not afraid of you
We are the wayfarers the wayfarers
Straying from the path searching in the dark
Wayfarers the wayfarers
We will find a way yet to be saved
The sun will come tomorrow so we worship him today
The moon will shine with beauty bringing death in her wake
We are the wayfarers the wayfarers
Straying from the path searching in the dark
Wayfarers the wayfarers
We will find a way yet to be saved
We are the wayfarers the wayfarers
Straying from the path searching in the dark
Wayfarers the wayfarers
We will find a way yet to be saved
You may throw your stones we will stand alone
Wayfarers the wayfarers
We will find a way yet to be saved
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Wojtek Godzisz Saint Leonards, UK
Wojtek Godzisz was born in London in 1975. In 1994 he formed the band Symposium with his school friends, with whom he toured and recorded. In 2009 he released his critically acclaimed eponymous debut album. Wojtek Godzisz lives on the South Coast of England. ... more
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