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Hagenes
03:27
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Hagenes
Fall back to the land
Of these foam-throated hills
Where we rest when we can
And the old man's body lay down still
You sailed me across
To where the quiet life floats
All the rock that broke off
And drifted here from the wide world's coast
Here we remember the days
Before memory was born
When these same salty waves
Chose our wrecks and tugged at dead men's oars
We gather driftwood bones
And count the ghosts in the grain
Now the old sun's bruise
Is in your eyes again
Well, the hours get small
With all the old drunken songs
So let's sleep where we fall
And drink the moon
Before our time here is gone
You sailed me across
To where the quiet life floats
All the rock that broke off
And drifted here from the wide world's coast
Lyrics by John Patrick Elliott ©
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Slippen
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Evie
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Small Boats
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There's a Tide
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Land's End
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Scillonia
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To My Lordless Sons
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Douro
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Maypole
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Lyonesse
03:07
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Lyonesse
Heavy with the brown I go
Out into the night
My fortunes all at sea
And my time a-stalling
Lights beneath the bay
Where the old book was drowned
A song of yesterday
I can hear it calling
And as I row the visions roll
From a buried time
Taste the salty hymns
And see the white horse rising
Church bells ringing out
Fifty fathoms deep
A line of prayers smothered
Where Manann lies asleep
A fine night to go adrift
Above the sunken Tamarisk
A light
A light
A light
A light
Upon the ocean floor
Oh that I should be so blessed
To see the land of Lyonesse
Tonight
And somewhere in the sunken world
Where I was never born
A limpet braced against the storm
And still I cling there
Oars stirring up the oil
Of stories just like mine
Fossilised hard drives
The junk of nowhere
Haul a net from the foam
You’ll find no ancient gold
Mobile phones and finger bones
And plastic love-knots
A coral-crusted slot machine
And timelines all crossed
Voices from my childhood dreams
Muffled in the sea moss
Call my name
I can’t resist
To dream the land beneath all this
A light
Upon the ocean floor
Oh to be the last one left
To see the Land of Lyonesse tonight
So many things are sunk, my son
They say the sinking's just begun
That gods will dive just to forget
And feast on our great concrete wrecks
I see old lovers' outstretched hands
Eye sockets full of sand
A pacemaker bubbling slow
Amongst the twisted cargo
Our footsteps on the cold sea-bed
A tempest rising in my head
A sea-worn plastic crucifix
That floats above metropolis
To pray that chapter is not writ
To scream and see the sea wall split
Beneath the weight of future myths
And all the while the waters lift
The seas are heaven-bound once more
A light upon the ocean floor
That we could have done nothing more -
A myth itself that haunts the shore
Down here where I take my rest
In the Land of Lyonesse
In the Land of Lyonesse tonight
Lyrics by John Patrick Elliott ©
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12. |
Spanish Ladies
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13. |
God Love Ya
04:31
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God Love Ya
An island is a place to love and to leave
And I love ya and I leave ya every night in my sleep
The world out there calls to me, curses me, kills me so
I've got to be gone just to know I was home
Watching you wave me off from the quayside
And I knew you’d be always in tow
God love ya for letting me go
God love ya for letting me go
I rode the grey waves and the rattling railways
Saw wondrous old cities and black mountain sides
I thought of you back where the tide creeps in slow
And the stillness of an island felt no more my own
The faith you fed to me
Did not keep you so close
And your God left my side long ago
But God love ya for letting me go
God love ya for letting me go
When the call came I drew lots with the waves
Sailed my way home under skies full of signs
I saw the world weighed down by what’s left behind
An island and a love, both sinking with time
I had not one word for your whispering bedside
So you took the words from me and spoke:
God love ya for letting me go
God love ya for letting me go
Lyrics by John Patrick Elliott ©
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Piers Lewin & John Patrick Elliott England, UK
Contemporary folk music from the Isles of Scilly.
Islander Piers Lewin and close friend John Patrick Elliott
have been setting this beautiful Archipelago of granite and sand to music for many years, drawing on its rich Atlantic maritime tradition whilst exploring the challenges faced by modern island communities across a rapidly changing world.
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