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Indian Summer
03:36
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Standing there bearing your flesh
Leaves dare not whisper
Frozen Lungs gently whimper alone
Feet meet the stone
Frozen Toes, Frostbit souls
Bruised by the road they’ve run
Giving it all (Hold on)
Fearing the fall
Will anyone answer the call?
When it feels like an Indian Summer’s the root of it all
Green orange glow
Winters upon her
Leaves still continue to grow
Tears gently flow
Blue vein hands
Ruined plans
Smothered in the ground she’s grown
Giving it all (Hold on)
Fearing the fall
Will anyone answer the call?
When it feels like an Indian Summer’s the root of it all
Fall, Fall, Fall..
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Raccoon
04:18
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Young Raccoon
Tell me what you do
To deserve this chain
Young Raccoon
Tell me what you do
To deserve the fleas that bear your name
But there’s hope for you yet
And don’t you forget
When you’re beaten down for weeping
It’s hollow and it’s cold
And it’s all you’ve ever know
When masters gun will echo across the plains
Autumns at it's end
And winters closing in
The foods short and the water barrels freezing
Mothers growing sick
Masters always drunk
And fathers just a shadow
But there’s hope for you yet
And don’t you forget
When you’re beating down for weeping
It’s hollow and it’s cold
And it’s all you’ve ever know
When masters gun will echo across the plains
In the stillness of the night
I hear that shotgun load
And master will call my mothers name
Though I’ll beg her not to go
She’ll left her weary bones
With a tear drop falling from her face
But there’s hope for you yet
And don’t you forget
When you’re beating down for weeping
It’s hollow and it’s cold
And it’s all you’ve ever know
When masters gun has echo across the plains..
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Henry Teel
04:56
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At home in my chair
Where white walls are aging to beige
Side-board serves seven though
The tables always for one
Maybe they’ll send me a postcard
To this long forgotten land
As I gaze out this open window
Watch this ground continue to change
We come from the soil
To there I’ll recoil
Will they all come to hear, hear, hear
Of old Henry Teel
Summers spend out on the water
In this boat I built to cast lines
As it's returning at once to pieces
The grass continues to climb
Feet were toughened like leather
Ripe tomatoes stolen straight from the vines
Green peas prized from their pockets
Where childhood had no sense of time
We came from the soil
To there I’ll recoil
Will they all come to hear, hear, hear
Of old Henry Teel
So I’ll pack for the city
Ponder the adventures I’ll find
Brace bare feet on concrete walkways
With my old punt far behind
We came from the soil
To there I’ll recoil
Will they all come to hear, hear, hear
Of old Henry Teel
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4. |
Trodden Weed
03:48
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Winter Field
Burning Fires
Rolling Tyres
A rifle loads its reel
Winter Sky
This grey cast morning
Is just a warning
Where only the brave die
As we stumble through Trodden Weed
Forgetting the life beneath our feet
Asking where do we all go?
Someday soon we all will know
Winter Light
Through any weather
Burn bright as treasure
As lovers evade your sight
Street Light Stump
A frighten fox moans
Lost his way home
Stuck Beacon of the night
As we stumble through Trodden Weed
Forgetting the life beneath our feet
Asking where do we all go?
Someday soon we all will know
And this blackbird has taken to flight
Loaded rifle holds her in his sights
When it's time to flee the nest
Iron bullet embedded in her chest
As we stumble through Trodden Weed
Forgetting the life beneath our feet
Asking where do we all go?
Someday soon we all will know
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Gatsbys Green Light UK
is a new songwriting project based on the west coast of Scotland driven to independently write, record, publish and perform original material.
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