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Mercury
03:36
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Put on your old coat you said it reminds you of those violet years
Waltzing in the balance on the cutting room floor
Dressed up in the 60s, you looked just like your mother did
Feathers on your shoulder shout your challenge to the day
It’s a weight
A weight too great to bear
The undergrowth takes hold
Now I don’t know which way to go
Tell them to join loud, to meet you at the picket line
Stronger with each voice, you will bring the ceasefire
Reaching out across the border, skimming stones as best we can
Keep a weather eye on, only now I understand
I wish I’d taken more time when what was yours was yours and mine
Old songs in your bloodstream, you knew every line
Sinking with the ebony as the cracks begin to show
Addicted to the the highwire that once belonged to you
It’s a weight
A weight too great to bear
The undergrowth takes hold
Now I don’t know which way to go
You are still the same, the same but ever changed
Floating on the mercury trapped in a lucid dream
I'll come and see you soon to look you in your cotton eyes
Sifting through the blackouts for a part of you that's near
It’s a weight
A weight too great to bear
The undergrowth takes hold
Now I don’t know which way to go
I don't know myself
You don't know yourself
We don't know ourselves at all
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So tired of giving this fight
Of never feeling the warmth you get from the light
Although the sun it shines, the sun it shines
The darkness it will come as the sky caves in
Takes me down and holds me there, pins me to the ground
We each go down, everyone, in sorrow when the day is done
We each go down, everyone, in sorrow when the day is done
Feel the static fill my lungs
Words I should never say sit upon my tongue
I was robbed of these years, robbed of these years
Cover up the cracks, movement sets the scene.
Leave me here, let me go, I hope you will forget
We each go down, everyone, in sorrow when the day is done
We each go down, everyone, in sorrow when the day is done
We each go down, everyone, in sorrow when the day is done
We each go down, everyone, in sorrow when the day is done
I sleep on the edge when sleep’s on my side
Breathe the highs and the lows in the space where they collide
I’ll live in the shadows of my brightest day
In the half light I'll remain, keeping you at bay
Pick me up, put me on your back, I heard the mourners say
We each go down, everyone, in sorrow when the day is done
We each go down, everyone, in sorrow when the day is done
We each go down, everyone, in sorrow when the day is done
We each go down, everyone, in sorrow when the day is done
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3. |
Strandline
03:49
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Nothing to lose as we set out to sea
Dancing on uncertain ground
Fast pace, high hopes, slow conversation
No thought to the fall line above
Your words made their way down from the north
In a book wrapped in promise and string
Like-hearted souls, awkward beginnings
Drifting in waters unknown
Too many miles to cross this time
The harder we row the further the strandline
Too many miles to cross this time
The harder we row the further the strandline
Drawn to our own edges, ripped at the seams
Unravelling thoughts linger here
So sure of your roots as I aimlessly scatter
Treading salt water between
You wandered too far where I couldn't follow
Tied to a sinking stone
For one last time I’ll hold you as mine
Sorries carry us into the night
Sorries carry us into the night
We’ll meet here each year in the same passing places
Running in rivers below
Bright comes October, we journey to winter
With solitary steps in the snow
Solitary steps in the snow
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4. |
The Western Edge
04:42
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I walked with my father here many years ago
Slow and long in evensong, faith will find us here
Lead me to the shoreline where the dead seas hold no tide
In this worn out tower I’ve found my place to hide
Women's voices darkening the high Novembered air
Spinning songs carried high above the wild and heavy storm
Bruised skies give no shelter, still we journey on
Rocked by sleep to reach the northern soil
A song among the stones
It’s better that you know
the bones of winter lay along the western edge
His prayers they have grown
Tell us a story of your own
Dreaming of a fevered sea song, prints woven in the light
Worn away by the restlessness, waiting for a sign
Lost in empty spaces in the layering of the walls
The rise and fall of the embers’ glow echoed in the hall
A song among the stones
It’s better that you know
the bones of winter lay along the western edge
His prayers they have grown
Tell us a story of your own
Silver slowly rises over Iona’s distant shore
The silence of the waiting sons at the heart of these sea roads
Scattered on the turning fields by the singing winds
Remember all the faces of those who journey on
A song among the stones
It’s better that you know
the bones of winter lay along the western edge
His prayers they have grown
Tell us a story of your own
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5. |
Slowest Days
04:59
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And I woke in the fog of a memory;
in that instant I didn’t know where
But I hid in the crook of your arm
‘til the morning began to appear
The radio was broadcasting the news
From some other room somewhere
The slowest days bloom silent and grey
I’m just glad you’re here
We pieced together scenes between the ins and outs
All the while your hands folded behind your back
Another bird laughed at the fact we missed the last train
Strangers, green-eyed as I pulled you near
And as we walked you sang a tune you used to know
I hung on every word, so I could fill the gaps
The slowest days bloom silent and grey
I’m just glad you’re here
The slowest days bloom quiet and blue
I’m just glad it’s you
One foot at a time you tried a straight line
Give me the slow motion just to hear the sound of you alone
The slowest days bloom silent and grey
I’m just glad you’re here
The slowest days bloom quiet and blue
I’m just glad it’s you
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Carrying Stream
04:01
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She was only sixteen years
From earth scarred by battle, trampled by fears
She stared into the darkness and plotted her escape
Leaving all she’d ever known
Familiar sounds, the one who’d watched her grow
A leather bag patched up at the seams
To hold it all
Bound by the carrying stream
What’s gone before shapes the shifting scene
With every step we take out from the gloom
I only hope the light will get here soon
New-found views of a stark unknown
Autumn falls on her new life alone
Worry folded in every corner of her heart,
Just carry on
Arriving with the turning tide
The queen of winter sits by her side
Strong hands guide her through the wrecking nights
She won’t let go
Bound by the carrying stream
What’s gone before shapes the shifting scene
With every step we take out from the gloom
I only hope the light will get here soon
Weathered by the aching storm
That never forgets where you’ve come from
Memories ring louder with each word
Their voices speak of crisp new air, time has won
How rivers guide the ageing sun
Those same winds cradle her home again
Where she can sing along
Bound by the carrying stream
What’s gone before shapes the shifting scene
With every step we take out from the gloom
I only hope the light will get here soon
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7. |
The Growing Dawn
04:04
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There is no mercy, no one to take the blame
Ready to leave, lifted without a fear
The time has now come, shades of grey turn to blue
The night whispers its last
The dream that was dreamed is true
In the small hours we will gather here
Just to hear you say
Rise with the growing dawn
Caught in the rhythm of the day
Lighter on earth, heavier in our hearts
Take to the seasons, find our own steady tread
Clasping our hands, dappled with green and gold
We rest at your table, caught in the undertow
I’ll think of you early watching the wide open sky
Shouldered we stand
The lips that were sealed have cried
In the small hours we will gather here
Just to hear you say
Rise with the growing dawn
Caught in the rhythm of the day
Be still and breathe easy, the night a passing friend
Words lying heavy, they take no shelter now
The crowds in reverse sorrowing far from home
We must not tarry
The bird that was trapped has flown
In the small hours we will gather here
Just to hear you say
Rise with the growing dawn
Caught in the rhythm of the day
In the small hours we will gather here
Just to hear you say
Rise with the growing dawn
Caught in the rhythm of the day
In the small hours we will think of you
And how it used to be
Rising with the growing dawn
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8. |
Keep Me Moving On
04:13
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Keep me moving on
Keep me pointed away from wherever I’ve come from
Never let me rest,
If I’ve already tasted it then it can’t be the best
Watching strangers shuffle down these broken streets
Keep me out of touch, out of reach
Keep me moving on
Never standing still
If boredom is the illness then movement is the pill
Ever changing views,
You won’t find me mourning yesterday's news
Music fills these open halls
Let me dance, let me spin, let me fall
Keep me moving on
I’ll write you a song I'll sing to you someday
I’ll buy you a book and I’ll read to you everyday
Send you pictures of a home I’ll live in one day
If I can quiet my panicked thoughts that lead me
Lead me astray
Keep me moving on
Roaming into hazy nights
I’m drinking to forget but never losing sight
I can’t hold your gaze,
Let me keep my head down, push on without a trace
Time now to let go
If this was the place to rest Id already know Tracing lines upon your face
If I stay too long my tired bones will bind me to this place
I’ll write you a song I'll sing to you someday
I’ll buy you a book and I’ll read to you everyday
Send you pictures of a home I’ll live in one day
If I can quiet my panicked thoughts that lead me
Lead me astray
Keep me moving on
Keep me moving on
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9. |
Losing
04:36
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A child of good fortune lost in his time
Mind on the job
A dragonfly casket, some pins and a cork board
And a message to God
Through all of my lifetime the walls kept on falling
The message was clear
But now that I’m ageing our memories are fading
Only left with our fears
I was someone who was losing
Someone who was losing; I was left behind
I was someone who was losing
Someone who was losing a piece of my mind
No more than a shadow held in the lamplight
A stranger in full view
The heart of the city rolled to a standstill
In memory of you
I can still feel it now as white clouds come down
Row after row
Backs to the nightlife, I reach out for tomorrow
A stranger no more
I was someone who was losing
Someone who was losing; I was left behind
I was someone who was losing
Someone who was losing a piece of my mind
Phrenology’s calling,
To instincts that we had before
An inbuilt resistance,
To those who are wounded to the core
The masks are all falling
The fiction we've written unbound
A storm of our creation
Sends it all crashing to the ground
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10. |
Let Me Mean Something
04:15
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If nothing was to ever change, if we could all just stay the same
Would I mean something to you
If I could remain right here, lending you a loving ear
Would I mean something
Anything at all
Would I mean something, to you
If I could erase the past, take back the things for which you never asked,
Would you feel something at all
If I could have tried to see, the only thing you wanted from me
Was to be something to you
Would you feel something
Anything at all
Would you feel something at all
If I could find a way, to stop these demons leading me astray,
Could I be someone to you,
If nature is as nature does, could I do something for those I love
Something different,
could I go against my nature
Could I be someone
Anyone at all
Could I be someone to you
But sometime the only way, to be there is not to stay,
Let me mean something to you,
If every day that we go on, Is one more memory trod upon
One more fight that we’ll regret
Or a silence that we won’t forget
Let’s remember our last laugh
Keep one good photograph
Let me mean something
Anything at all
Let me mean something to you
Let me mean something to you
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Siobhan Miller Glasgow, UK
Siobhan Miller is a Scottish folk singer and songwriter. Her soulful and stirring renewal of traditional song has won her the 2018 BBC Radio 2 Folk Award for Best Traditional Track, and BBC Alba Scots Singer of the Year an unprecedented three times. Her four solo albums showcase her remarkable depth of talent from original contemporary material to traditional Scottish folk songs. ... more
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