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Skin
04:07
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I’m cold and I’m tired my roots are planted thin
Find me my darling, take me to him
I’ll paw and I’ll claw and I’ll scratch at the door
Until you let me in.
My boat I have anchored, perched on swollen seas,
My darling I’ve found him I will stay with thee
If ever I sway into utter dismay
You lift me up
For I long for your arms wrapped around me
I long for your touch skin on my skin
Skin on my, skin on my skin
I’ll knit you a sweater to keep you warm in winter nights
That, tell of our stories, about our lives
The threads I will weave with love right through the sleeves
And I will let you in
The roads you do travel take you far and wide,
With your sweater wrapped round you in your pocket I do hide
If ever you stray too far from your way
I will lift you up
For I long for your arms wrapped around me
I long for your touch skin on my skin
Skin on my, skin on my skin.
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Robin
04:29
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ROBIN
You migrate north to find your mate
But for some the sound of love has changed
The tall city buildings echo your song
Confuse your ears as to whether a response was sung
Too long spent in such a loud environment
Little robin why do you sing at night?
Have you been tricked by the city streetlights?
Or have you chosen so you don’t have to fight
For to sing at night you put up less of a fight
Too long spent in such a loud environment
Has altered the pitch of your song
Will your country cousin recognize your call?
Will your children sing an entirely new song?
Oh Nature she tries to strike a balance
But we don’t help to keep your love and you together
Too long spent in such a loud environment
Has altered the pitch of your song
Your range has narrowed
Your pitch it has risen.
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Wild Waters
04:35
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How I wait, how I wonder what the earth will bring
For tonight in the moonlight I long for to see
Break, break me from the branch that I cling to
For the tree is rotten, it’s rotten to its core
My tears slowly salten the floor
How I stayed, how I lingered till the dawn shared the sky
How you treat me with indifference is a pleasure I despise
Take, take me to the wild waters
Where she’ll rage and she’ll roar, she’ll drag me under once more
As I give to the sea what is rightfully thee.
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Odd Ones Out
04:50
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If I do not write, I cannot think
My head and heart separated by ink
And ink is poison to my blood
It slows my pulse to a heavy thud
I cannot speak if I cannot think
So much outside so little within
I’m fragile as a glass
Teetering the expanse below vast
Brandished by my own labels
Categorised by my own system of worth
Like the vases on the table
We are the odd ones out
Don’t judge a book by its cover
Its façade is simple, simple to see
But by twenty pages in
You’ll find the story is not what it first seemed.
Brandished by my own labels
Categorised by my own system of worth
Like the vases on the table
We are the odd ones out
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Space
05:35
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You need some space
Trust me its no disgrace
Let the bell toll, let time flow
For it will show that all you need is space
It feels long
Just try to be strong
Let the bell toll, let time flow
For it will show that all is well
All is good
Let the winds blow
Let the rains fall
Let the sunshine in
Let yourself feel it all
Feel it all
Breathe it all
For dawn will break
A new day lies in wait
All is good
All is well
Let the winds blow
Let the rains fall
Let the sunshine in
Let yourself feel it all
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6. |
Cocoon
03:14
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Tie me wind me, up into a ball
My threads are dangling, they trip me make me fall
Sometimes I unravel
Take my hand and I’ll follow
Shake me, cake me, do with me what you will
For now I’m safely tucked up into a ball
I’m cocooned by your silk
I’m cocooned in the warmth of your silk
For I do believe in the beauty that we seek
Patiently I’ll wait out the winter storms
Till the skies are brighter, the weather nice and warm
Then I’ll rise up, break from the threads that I have adorned
For the morning brings new stories that I haven’t yet explored
Sometimes I unravel
Take my hand and I’ll follow
For I do believe in the beauty that we seek
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You
03:34
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How I wanted, how I wanted to say
How I feel, how I feel when I’m afraid.
But the air doesn’t fill my lungs and I cannot speak
All I have goes right to my eyes I can’t help but weep.
You are the best thing that happened to me
You are the one that I long to see
YOU…
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8. |
Philomela
05:21
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He was a husband, a lover, a King no one knew what lay within him
He went out to me his wife’s sister an escort for her safety
Through the days that they spent in the carriage he bent
For he twisted and writhed for her body and mind
Arriving in Thrace he was utterly blind but to desire
Into the wood they did drive till trees surrounded all sides all was silent
Then they ground to a halt, he grabbed her arm dragged her out
And he forced her inside has his way whilst she cried
Philomela was her name
Though she screamed in pain,
Though she screamed in vain.
Her innocence defiled no shame left she shouted at the heavens
That she would tell all the people she saw that he was the devil
His power so mighty and strong, no one would know he’d done wrong
So he cut out her tongue, left her helpless and dumb.
Philomela was her name
Though she couldn’t say
Though she couldn’t say
Her story she wove of threads and sent to her sister
Who with rage sought revenge on her king for he was but a pillager
So she killed their own son, red rage let this be done
And he willingly ate his own son from his plate
The king his eyes were ablaze his rage turned into fury
When he discovered that his own son now lay in his tummy
Oh the sisters they fled for he wanted them dead
And the king he pursued till the God’s changed their end
And they flew up high
Flew far from what lay behind
Two birds in the sky
A swallow, a nightingale
And she’ll sing her name
She’ll sing it again
Philomela
A nightingale.
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9. |
Eliza Harora
03:29
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Thou shalt not grow old as we are left to grow old
Age shall not weary you nor the years condemn
At the going down of the sun
And in the mornings we shall remember them
Eliza Harora until the day dawns and the shadows fled
Sweet is the fragrance of remembrance
Rock of ages, cleft for me
Let me hide myself in thee
Loved in life and treasured in death
A beautiful memory is all that we have left
Oh for a touch of that vanished hand
And a sound of that voice which is silenced now
Eliza Harora until the day dawns and the shadow fled
Sweet is the fragrance of remembrance
Rock of ages, cleft for me
Let me hide my self in thee
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10. |
Cast Out
07:15
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Cast out into the murky waters
Coldness lingers upon my breath
It forms the mists that keep me far from rest
Drawn out, drawn out days submerge
Into a haze, the ring of the bell lies dormant
Afraid to sing its song
I am waiting for the answers
I am waiting for them
A flicker of hope lifts me off the ground
Spins through my soul, turns my feet around
I care not for this or the distance to all that it brings
Can’t say, how I feel today
For I am holding in all of winter’s snows
And it’s not time for them to fall
Now and then I’ll fall
But broken bones will mend, scars are stories shared
I will not give in till the end
I’m still waiting for the answers
I’m still waiting for them
A flicker of hope lifts me off the ground
Spins through my soul, turns my feet around
I care not for this or the distance to all that it brings
But it’s the way that I feel.
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Emma Gatrill Brighton, UK
Brighton-based songwriter and multi-instrumentalist.
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