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The Bones Beneath
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SEE THE HOLES IN THE WALL
PAPERS IN THE HALL
OPEN LETTERS ON THE FLOOR
PAINTED SIGN ON THE DOOR
THERE'S A DOG IN THE YARD
AND I'M TRYING REAL HARD
I CATCH A SMELL ON A BREEZE
NOW I'M DOWN ON MY KNEES
EARTH UNDER MIST AND MY HAND OVER FIST AND WE CARRIED THEM
AND THE BONES BURIED DEEP BENEATH MY FEET - WILL RISE UP AND CALL AGAIN
MOVE THROUGH THE DUST
BLOOD DRIES LIKE RUST
THEY PLAYED GAMES HERE ONE TIME
NOW WE BURY THEM IN LINES
AND THERE ARE THOSE WE WON'T FIND
TAKEN IN THE NIGHT
A DIFFERENT COLOUR TO EYES
SAYS THOSE ONES MUST DIE
TREES LOST IN MIST AND OUR HANDS CLENCHED IN FISTS BUT WE CARRIED THEM
NO SAVIOUR ROUND HERE JUST A HOLE WHERE WE PLACED ALL THE BONES OF THEM
I FELT ALL THEIR PAIN COME UP BEHIND ME
CARRIED BY THE WIND BEFORE IT FOUND ME
THEN THE BLACKENED BONES OF THOSE WHO CAME BEFORE ME
DID MOVE INTO MY SOUL WHERE THEY BOUND ME
WE DON'T KNOW WHAT WE'RE SEEING
I DON'T TRUST MY HEARING
NOT MUCH LEFT OF THE CEILING
DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M FEELING
THERE ARE NOISES IN THE DARK
I CAN HEAR THEM BREATHING
AND WE WELCOME THE SILENCE
AS WE WATCH THEM LEAVING
EARTH UNDER MIST AND MY HAND OVER FIST AND WE CARRIED HIM
AND THE BONES BURIED DEEP BENEATH MY FEET - WILL RISE UP AND CALL AGAIN
I FEEL ALL THEIR PAIN COME UP BEHIND ME
CARRIED BY A WIND THAT CAME TO FIND ME
THE ANCIENT BONES OF THOSE WHO STAND BEFORE ME
DID MOVE INTO MY SOUL WHERE THEY BIND ME
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The Cruel Eye
04:57
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THERE IS ONE GOOD EYE WATCHING
IN THE HAND OF THE ONE
SEE HOW WAVES ARE PARTED
FOR THE JOURNEY HOME
HE WILL FIGHT LIKE A TROJAN
HIDDEN DEEP IN THE HORSE
THAT SUN WILL BUT BURN HIM
ON THE JOURNEY HOME
THERE IS NONE BUT HER WAITING
THERE IS NONE BUT THE ONE
SEE HOW CRUEL EYE AWAKEN
SHUT THEE OUT.. THIS IS DONE..
HOW FAR MUST THE RAVEN FLY
TO CLAW AT THE BRANCH
WITH ROOTS DEEP IN OLD TIMES
THE GOOD EYE ON THE PATH
HOW CLOSE DID THAT BREATH COME
WHISPERED DEATH IN ONE EAR
BROKEN SOUL BY THE WAYSIDE
TAKE THE ROAD HOME.. DO NOT FEAR
THERE IS NONE BUT HER WAITING
THERE IS NONE BUT THE ONE
SEE HOW CRUEL EYE AWAKEN
PLUCK THEE OUT.. THIS IS DONE..
THERE IS NONE BUT HER WAITING
THERE IS NONE BUT THE ONE
SEE HOW CRUEL EYE AWAKEN
SHUT THEE OUT NOW.. THIS IS DONE..
HOW BRIGHT WILL HER STAR SHINE
SEEN HIGH FROM THE HOLLOW
STRONG HAND LIFT HIM UP NOW
AND BARE FEET, BROKEN, WILL FOLLOW
HOW FAR MUST THAT RAVEN FLY
CLAWS DEEP IN THE SAND
COLD HEART LET HIM GO NOW
CAST HIM DOWN THERE.. TO HER HAND..
THERE IS NONE BUT HER WAITING
THERE IS NONE BUT THE ONE
SEE HOW CRUEL EYE AWAKEN
PLUCK THEE OUT.. THIS IS DONE..
THERE IS NONE BUT HER WAITING
THERE IS NONE BUT THE ONE
SEE HOW CRUEL EYE AWAKEN
SHUT THEE OUT.. THIS IS DONE..
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Half Dead n Cold
04:40
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Slack-Eyed Preacher
04:08
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Breathe Out, Breathe In
04:29
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MY SOUL IS THE DESERT; A LANDSCAPE SO OLD
MY SOUL IS A RIVER; A MEANDERING SOUL
MY SOUL IS A TRAIL; WITH OLD DOG AND MAN
MY SOUL IS THE YOUNG CUB, WILD IN THIS LAND
I DID HOWL IN THE NIGHT; LOST THE SOUND OF MY BREATHING
THE STONES REPLIED.. SINGING WITH MIGHT,, LIKE THE SIRENS
I SPOKE TO THE WIND; SO ENDLESS UNTIL
WE REACHED INTO THE MOUNTAINS WHERE SHE KEEPS A FOUNTAIN
WHERE ALL LIFE BEGINS
WHERE HEAD WATERS GROW; AND OLD RIVERS FLOW
WITH ALL THAT THEY KNOW.. WE GO WASH OUR BONES
OLD DOG AND MAN, WET SKIN STRETCHED TO DRY
ON SUN-KISSED STONES
I SAW PAIN IN THIS COUNTRY; FELT PAIN IN THIS LAND.
IN THE WRINKLES AND FOLDS; ON ELDERS WORN HANDS
THE SHIFTING HORIZONS AND TWISTING BACK ROADS
SOME LEAD US TO PASTURE; SOME LEAD US TO HOME
SOME LEAD US TO WOE
DOWN IN THE HOLLOW WHERE GODS WILL NOT FOLLOW
I MET MY DREAD
OLD DOG GIVES ME STRENGTH
FOR THE WAR IN MY HEAD
MY HEART KNOWS WHAT THE WILD DOG KNOWS
I WILL NOT GO WHERE THE DARK DOG GOES
WHERE HEAD WATERS GROW; AND NEW RIVERS FLOW
STRIPPED OF OUR FOES WE WILL WASH OUR BONES
OLD DOG AND MAN, BURNT LIKE THE LAND
SKIN STRETCHED TO DRY... ON SUN-KISSED STONES
MY SOUL IS THE DESERT; A LANDSCAPE SO OLD
MY SOUL IS A RIVER; A MEANDERING SOUL
MY SOUL IS A TRAIL; WITH WILD DOG AND MAN
MY SOUL IS A YOUNG CUB, OLD IN THIS LAND
OF ALL OF OUR TROUBLES NONE ARE GREATER THAN MAN
AND ALL OF OUR HOPES HE DOES UNDERSTAND
MY OLD DOG KNOWS WHAT THE WILD DOG KNOWS
AND I MUST GO WHERE MY OLD DOG GOES
WHERE HEAD WATERS GROW; AND OLD RIVERS FLOW
STRIPPED OF OUR FOES AND ALL THAT WE KNOW
WE WILL WASH OUR BONES
TWO DOGS AND MAN, STRONG IN THIS LAND
SKIN STRETCHED TO DRY.. ON SUN-KISSED STONES
MY SKIN IS OUR HOME
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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.
... more
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