1. |
Murmuration
00:41
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2. |
Aces
03:12
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I feel your hand around mine and
see the light catch in the raindrops on your skin
I feel the wave rise up to my eyes
I close them tight to keep my own raindrops in
Out the side door and into my car
I'll drive until the houses turn into hills
I grip the wheel and scan the waveband
just to keep these pictures from my mind like stills
You've no pictures on your walls
You've got aces at your feet
I'm a disappointment your loss is poignant
when we were kids I never really thought about truth
though I'm your daughter you're just like water
you're all around me but I can't put my arms around you
You've no pictures on your walls
You've got aces at your feet
I was a star exploding
you didn't even notice
I was like a ghost
I am a sinking boat
my thoughts are fucked and scattered
they run away in patterns
lights dancing on the ceiling
I bow my head I find I'm kneeling
bow my head I find I'm kneeling down
Out the side door and into my car
I'll drive until the houses turn into hills
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3. |
Final Eyes
03:34
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When the word went round today I lost it
like vapour I became as I vanished
in my head I walked the sands of deserts
and all the shit I said well I never meant it
All my heart can offer I'll give to you
if you'll make this decision for me I beg of you
Acting with the candour of someone half my age
I'll hide out in the arbour until they go away
heave a deep sigh move the oceans and the tides
Down my back I'm sweating all I'm worth
and the beads they fall like diamonds as they hit the earth
we smoke our cigarettes in silence
as the rain falls from the roof in torrents
All my heart can offer I'll give to you
if you make this decision for me I beg of you
There's no peace in my head it's like echoes down a hall
I think you tried to phone me but I ignored the call
heave a deep sigh move the oceans and the tides
acting with the candour of someone half my age
I'll hide out in the arbour until they go away
run until my head hurts
fall down and my knees hurt
keep the conversation curt
talk in the third but not the first
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4. |
In Fifths
05:03
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There might be a line from me to you
it bends and it winds round coast lines and towns
it shadows the ground and it follows the sun
it takes it's time but waits for no-one
It swims the great oceans with ships and with sharks
it flies with migrations of starlings and larks
is there any worse feeling than having nothing to hope for?
well I think it exists but what there is there are no words for
You are away I am right here
you are away I am right here
It shivers in the darkness and it waits with no sound
it tangles in the branches and hangs from them down
it listens with patience and it follows your voice
and my heart goes with it and I have no choice
I'm a ravenous soul weeping
I'm a pipe about to burst
I'm the tip-toe shadow creeping it's way toward evening
I'm a song sung in reverse
You are away I am right here
you are away I am right here
There might be a line
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5. |
New Snow
03:56
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Remember? We were playing in the snow
when I turned round you let me go
why did you let me go?
No matter, what difference can it make to me?
I caught the cold now I'm not free
and I was never free
Do you ever feel like I do?
full up but wanting more
so I'm counting all my blessings
footsteps in new snow
And age now creeping slowly like a vine
squeezing harder all the time
Do you ever feel like I do?
full up but wanting more
so I'm counting all my blessings
footsteps in new snow
longing runs from my fingers
right down to my feet
and I guess it's like my Nan said
no happiness can be complete
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6. |
Branches
04:13
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You place your hand upon my back
and trace a line like it's a map
and my eyes are full of moon you said
but I can't read your's so I go back to bed
with a good book and a pill and a sense of loss
and a tickle in my throat when the morning comes
and I spin on my axis through another day
and the light catches each fragment of my in a new way
There's a darkness waiting on a flat calm sea
at night I feel it breathe slowly on me
and it's wings they beat the air in my lungs
oh Father I wish I could speak of these things
like we used to remember when I was young?
but now it's like there's a knot in my tongue
and forgive me if my words are jagged and cracked
but it's because they're tired of being taken back
I watch as a tear falls I watch it as it travels
and make a pool in the hollow of your wrist
and I will be
I will be waiting
there's no point in fighting
this is what I'm here for after all of this
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7. |
Old Oak Tree
02:55
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There in the shade of the old oak tree
I felt my legs give under me
I waited it out patient and proud for you
but by the time i reached your house
the doors were all locked and the lights were out
it had been years since you had lived here
I felt my legs give underneath me
there in the shade of the old oak tree
I felt the knots in my skin like bark
and lay on the ground until it grew dark
with my head full of blame
and my heart sick ashamed for you
If I picture you now you are ivy bound
and you watch the T.V with the sound turned down
though I love you still
so much it makes me ill
I felt my legs give underneath me
there in the shade of the old oak tree
I wailed I shouted out and I cried
punched back at the leaden sky
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8. |
Flock
04:20
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I trust you you know completely
but i bird is free only sometimes
although it can fly it still
gets hungry and uptight and ill
If I could cruise like that I would be
open to every possibility
but I wake every morning and I say
every morning
oh I'm falling, I'm falling
I twist sometimes in my seat
to see the sky my heart skips a beat
catching the slip stream of a
passing swallows dream I sigh
If I could cruise like that I would be
open to every possibility
but I wake every morning and I say
every morning
oh I'm falling, I'm falling
It's as hard as trying to get my skin to tan
or to write my own name with my right hand
and I wake every morning
and say oh God I think I'm falling
If I could cruise like that I would be
open to every possibility
but I wake every morning and I say
every morning
oh I'm falling, I'm falling
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9. |
For Anne
02:15
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10. |
Beginning Middle End
03:52
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Stories we remember now
will be like water in a drought
and though we treasure them in vain
how much truth they retain depends on what we become
I had stories read to me
my favourite was about some thieves
my mum's voice as she spoke
it came to me like smoke
I closed my eyes and I was free
And it returns to me now when I feel I've let myself down
I've not the courage nor the heart
I've grabbed the middle but I've missed the start
An old twisted oak bow
It broke the water like a frown
and all the men aboard the boat
they grabbed the lapels of their coats
they all feared that they would drown
There were no heroes maybe one
and his best friend was his gun
the rest were lily livered
even the boatman shivered
he crossed himself and felt alone
I'm a million different versions of myself
I'm nothing but the drifting sand
I'm nothing more that the earth on which I stand
am I real or am I the story?
I've got so tall now who'd believe me?
Just to love somebody to love someone completely
beginning middle end
So I'll step right up and step right in
to love someone completely
beginning middle end
So I'll step right up and step right in
to love someone completely
beginning middle end
I'm nothing but the drifting sand
I'm nothing more that the earth on which I stand
Stories we remember now
will be like water in a drought
and though we treasure them in vain
how much truth they retain depends on what we become
And it returns to me now when I feel I've let myself down
I've not the courage nor the heart
I've grabbed the middle but I've missed the start
So I'll step right up and step right in
to love someone completely
beginning middle end
So I'll step right up and step right in
to love someone completely
beginning middle end
I'm nothing but the drifting sand
I'm nothing more than the earth on which I stand
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Strike The Colours Glasgow, UK
"The hawkless valley bloomed with the soft voices of the waking owls"
J.A. Baker.
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