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SOMETIMES DEATH IS ALL YOU NEED
AND ALL YOU DO IS FEED THE NEED
WHEN YOU HAVE GIVEN ALL YOU'VE GOT
YOU PLAYED A HAND AND LOST THE LOT
SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO WALK AWAY
SOMETIMES IT'S BETTER NOT TO STAY
WHEN YOU TURN AND LOOK AROUND
YOU SEE A DARK SUN GOING DOWN
HEAR A LOW VOICE CALL YOUR NAME
HEAR A WHISPER FROM THE FLAME
IT'S JUST AN ECHO FROM A FAR OFF PLACE
AND YOU CAN'T RECALL A SINGLE FACE
IN FIELD OF DIRT AND STONE
YOU KNOW THAT YOU ARE NOT ALONE
BENEATH THE GROUND THERE LIES THE BONES
OF THE ONES WHO STOOD BEFORE THE ONE
TURNED TO DUST BENEATH YOUR FEET
THEIR BREATH IS FOUL BUT THE KISS IS SWEET
CROWN YOUR HEAD WITH FEATHERED WINGS
AND DRESS YOUR SOUL WITH DIRTY SKINS
TAKE YOU DOWN INTO THE SAND
HOLDING EVERYTHING BUT YOUR HAND
HEAR A SCREAM FROM A FAR OFF PLACE
BUT YOU CAN'T RECALL A SINGLE FACE
WHERE IS YOUR WIND NOW YOU NEED TO FLY
FROM HOLLOW TREE TO THE MOUNTAIN HIGH
LEAVE A CRUMB FOR THE HOODED CROW
SHE WILL FOLLOW YOU EVERYWHERE YOU GO
LIKE A SHADOW IN THE BACK ROADS OF YOUR MIND
ALWAYS THERE ALWAYS UNKIND
YOU CALL HER UP WITH SECRET SIGNS
THAT ONLY SHE KNOWS HOW TO FIND
AND ALL THAT BLOOD NEEDS TO RUN FREE
THROUGH UNCLENCHED FISTS INTO THE FIELDS
SEE IT COLOUR IT FROM GREEN TO RED
SOMETIMES YOUR NEED IS A LONG TIME DEAD
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THE WAKE
04:11
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COME, WALK MY ROAD
04:41
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HIGH UP IN THE DARKENING HILLS
THERE IS AN OLD HOUSE FULL OF OLD THINGS
FROM A FAR AWAY TIME.. WHEN HE WAS A CHILD
SEEN BETTER TIMES
THE GARDEN IS ALL OVER GROWN
IN THE FIELD THERE IS A STANDING STONE
WHERE SHE LIES ALL ALONE.. DIED WHEN HE WAS YOUNG
FOR THE THINGS SHE DONE
OH BUT IT WASN'T HIS FAULT, WASN'T HIS HAND
HE WAS A CHILD AND SHE DID IT TO HER SELF
THE BOARDS ARE ALL CRACKED AND WORN
CURTAINS ALL TATTERED AND TORN
THERE IS A CLOCK IN THE HALL.. IT DON'T CHIME NO MORE
READS A QUARTER TO FOUR
A ROCKING CHAIR SITS ON THE PORCH
MOVING SLOWLY BACK AND FORTH
WITH THE GUST OF THE WIND
THE BIRDS STILL SING, EVERY MORNING AT DAWN
OH BUT IT WASN'T HIS FAULT, WASN'T HIS HAND
HE WAS A CHILD AND SHE DID IT TO HER SELF
OH IF HE COULD GO BACK IN TIME, BACK TO THE ROOM
THE BOTTLES OF PILLS, HE'D LEAVE ON THE SHELF
COME LET'S WALK UP THAT ROAD
TO THE HOUSE WITH THE BLOOD IN THE STONES
COME WALK THAT ROAD, HELP HIM CARRY THE LOAD..
COME WALK THAT ROAD
COME LET'S SIT BY THE FIRE
WHERE THE BOY SAT TERRIFIED
WATCHING HER FALL.. COULDN'T CATCH HER AT ALL..
SEE THE BLOOD ON THE WALL
OH BUT IT WASN'T HIS FAULT, WASN'T HIS HAND
HE WAS A CHILD AND SHE DID IT TO HER SELF
THE HOUSE LIVES ON IN HIS MIND
AND EVERYDAY HE KNOWS HE WILL FIND
IT HASN'T CHANGED MUCH AT ALL
STILL GOT BLOOD ON THE WALL
BLOOD ON THE WALL...
HIGH UP IN THE DARKENED HILLS
HE TRIED LIQUOR AND HE TRIED PILLS
TO GET AWAY FROM THE SOUNDS
AND THE BLOOD ON HIS HANDS
YEAH SHE DID IT TO HERSELF...
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THE BURNING
05:26
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I WOKE FROM A HOT SWEAT BED
DRIPPING FROM A SWEAT HOT HEAD
SOAKED TO THE CLAMMY BONE
I HEARD A HOT WIND BLOW
MY MIND TOOK A WALK OUTSIDE
HEARD THE CRACKLIN OF A RED HOT FIRE
LIGHTING UP A RED HOT SKY
I SAW LAUGHING BREATH
WHEN HE SIGHED
WHO YOU GONNA BURN UP NOW
WHO YOU GONNA BURN INSIDE
TO BURN IN HELL
ARE YOU GONNA BURN MY MOUTH
ARE YOU GONNA BURN MY HOUSE
BURN TO HELL
LOOK AT THIS MY ARMS OUT WIDE
LOOK INTO THESE RED HOT EYES
SPEAK TO ME IN HOLY TONGUE
I HEARD YOU SAY YOUR WORK IS DONE
WALK WITH ME A HUNGRY MILE
I'LL SHOW YOU A BLEEDING CHILD
COAT ALL TATTERED AND TORN
STORY TOLD BEFORE SHE WAS BORN
SO WHO YOU GONNA BURN UP SON
WHO YOU GONNA BURN FOR THE ONE
AND YOUR KINGDOM COME
ARE YOU GONNA BURN MY HEAD
ARE YOU GONNA BURN MY BED
BURNING HELL
WHAT IS THAT IN YOUR RIGHT HAND
WHEN YOU GONNA WALK LIKE A MAN
HOW YOU GONNA LIVE ON MY LAND
WHEN YOU GOT NOTHIN BUT A DRTY HOLE
WHO WOULD EVER WANT YOUR CROWN
WHERE YOU GONNA LAY THAT DOWN
CAN YOU HEAR THAT WAILIN SOUND
DID YOU BURN EM WITH YOUR RED HOT SOUL
WHO YOU GONNA BURN UP NOW
WHO YOU GONNA BURN INSIDE
BURNING HELL
ARE YOU GONNA BURN MY HEAD
ARE YOU GONNA BURN MY BED
BURN IN HELL...
LOOK AT THESE MY ARMS OUT WIDE
LOOK INTO THESE RED HOT EYES
SPEAK TO ME IN YOUR HOLY TONGUE
I HEARD YOU SAY YOUR WORK IS DONE
WHO WOULD EVER WANT THAT CROWN
WHERE YOU GONNA LAY THAT DOWN
CAN YOU HEAR A WAILIN SOUND
DID YOU BURN EM WITH YOUR RED HOT SOUL
WHO YOU GONNA TAKE ON DOWN
WHO YOU GONNA BURN TO THE GROUND
BURNING HELL
ARE YOU GONNA BURN MY HEAD
ARE YOU GONNA BURN MY BED
AH BURN IN HELL...
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A QUIET BELIEF IN ANGELS
04:43
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IT WAS A QUIET BELIEF IN ANGELS
THAT BROUGHT ME HERE AND UP ON TO THIS HILL TONIGHT
ALL THOSE YEARS OF WAITING
I FELT HER EYES REACH INTO MY SOUL
I REMEMBER FINGERS TRACING
SKIN BENEATH A BLANKET OH SO LONG AGO
A KISS UNDER A STREETLIGHT
LINGERED ON MY LIPS NEVER GROWING COLD
IT WAS A QUIET BELIEF IN ANGELS
THAT KEPT HER GOING ALL THOSE YEARS OF WAITING
SHE DID SPEAK MY NAME INTO THE AIR
CARRIED BY A RAVEN TO MY NEST
WHISPERED IN A MORNING
I SANG OF HALF REMEMBERED BROKEN LINES
TO PROTECT HER FROM ALL EVIL
EVER AND FOREVER TIL THE END OF TIME
MY SKIN DREW TIGHT ACROSS MY BONES
A KNIFE DID CUT THROUGH STRINGS AND I GREW WEARY
i FOUND A PLACE TO HIDE MY FACE
WHERE NONE COULD SEE THE SCARS I DREW UPON ME
IN ALL THOSE YEARS OF BLEEDING
I GATHERED ANGELS DEMONS ALL AROUND ME
NEVER KNEW THIS LOVE LIKE BLOOD
WOULD ONE DAY COME BACK AGAIN AND CLAIM ME
I WALKED SO LONG IN DARKNESS
FOLLOWED ROADS THE DEVIL LAID BEFORE ME
SANK INTO A BOTTLE OR TWO
OR THREE, MAYBE FOUR BEFORE I KNEW ME
THE STARS DID ALL TURN UPSIDE DOWN
IN AN ANCIENT LAND THAT COULD NEVER HOLD ME
AND THEN SHE CAME OUT FROM THE PAST
LIKE SHE'D NEVER LEFT AND SHE TOLD ME
IT WAS A QUIET BELIEF IN ANGELS
THAT KEPT HER GOING ALL THOSE YEARS OF WAITING
SHE DID SPEAK MY NAME INTO THE AIR
CARRIED BY A RAVEN TO MY NEST
WHISPERED IN A MORNING
SHE SANG OF HALF REMEMBERED BROKEN LINES
TO PROTECT ME FROM ALL EVIL
EVER AND FOREVER TIL THE END OF TIME
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THE BALLAD OF TOM DOOLEY
05:38
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RAVEN DREAMING
04:49
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I HAVE A HEART AS BLACK AS A RAVEN
AND I MOVE WITH THE THE GRACE OF A CROW
I HAVE A DOG THAT FOLLOWS IN MY FOOTSTEPS
THROUGH THE RAIN BACK N FORTH N TO AND FRO
I LIKE TO DANCE IN THE RAIN AND THE THUNDER
SOMETIMES I WILL LISTEN FOR A NAME
TURN MY HEAD AT THE SOUND OF THE FOOTSTEPS
FLY AWAY WHEN I THINK ABOUT THE SHAME
THIS IS MY RAVEN DREAMING
THERE IS A SPIRIT IN THE SKY
WATCH ME FLY
I WALK WITH MY DOG IN THE MOONLIGHT
STEP LIGHTLY IN THE PRESENCE OF A DAWN
THERE IS AN OWL WATCHING EVERY MOVE THAT I MAKE
BUT HE'S NEVER GONNA TELL YOU WHAT HE SAW
SOMEWHERE DOWN WHERE THE RIVER BENDS
I PINNED FEATHERS TO MY HEAD AND TO MY CHEST
STOOD NAKED ON THE ROCK DEEP IN THE WATER
AND WAITED FOR MY SOUL TO DO THE REST
THIS IS MY RAVEN DREAMING
THERE IS A SPIRIT IN THE SKY
WATCH THEM FLY
I REMEMBER ALL THE HANDS UPON MY CLEAN SKIN
REMEMBER ALL THE FACES IN THE HALL
COULDN'T SLEEP IN THE PLACE THAT THEY SHOWED ME
THERE IS NOTHING THEY CAN DO NOW IF I'M GONE
I WILL RUN TO THE PLACE WHERE THE WATERS MEET
WISHED FOR WINGS TO LIFT ME OFF MY FEET
FALL ASLEEP IN A NEST MADE OF FOUND THINGS
KNOWING I WILL NEVER GET TO KEEP
THIS IS MY RAVEN DREAMING
THERE IS MY SPIRIT IN THE SKY
WATCH ME FLY
IF YOU REALLY REALLY REALLY WANNA FIND ME
YOU WILL FIND ME IN THE MESS THAT THEY ALL MADE
THERE WAS A TIME WHEN THINGS WERE SO MUCH CLEARER
WHEN I COULD SMILE AND LOOK UPON YOUR FACE
I HAVE LIVED MY LIFE AMONG THE DARK ONES
LIKE THE RAVEN I HAVE LEARNED TO BE BRAVE
I WAS NEVER EVER SAFE WHERE YOU LEFT ME
AND I HAVE NEVER EVER BEEN TO SEE YOUR GRAVE
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ONCE WAS A CHILD
05:04
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CRYING IN OUR BEER
06:17
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You wanna know about the mission
well I can’t say a word
You wanna know about the blisters,
yeah they still burn
You wanna know a bit of history
well it’s filled with blazing guns
You wanna know about the future
when they emptied out the sun
So come on we’re all down here
Some with fight and some with fear
There’s a man over there who said judgement day is near
Yeah, he'll join us Crying in Our Beer
This place is burning up with misery
like a plague like a song
And the horizon is still shimmering
but I think we were wrong
This place is calling up the bad man
looking to inflict some pain
If you’re up there then you made him,
send in fire and floods again
Some say judgement day is near
And we're all fighting with our fear
Ah, come on join us all down here
Oh yeah, we’re just crying in our beer...
This place is burning up with misery
like a plague like a song
How come we don’t wait for Jesus
save us all from what we done?
My Dad said Son it ain’t that easy
when you've picked up Satan’s gun
And the horizon is still shimmering
and I think we were wrong
So come on we’re all down here
Some with fight and some with fear
There’s a man over there he said judgement day is near
Yeah, He'll join us crying in our beer...
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WHEN I AM KING
06:23
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Alexander Joe Winterbone Seaton Delaval, UK
A Hobo,. Winterbone's life has always been connected to music. AJ takes listeners on an emotional journey with Gothic-Folk
and Americana using guitars, ambient electronica, organic-beats, bass and blue notes.
A self-taught punk multi-instrumentalist and producer playing with the dark-side while singing to the darkness.
Looked down on by sun and moon.
Looked up to by his Dogs.
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