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Morning Song
04:30
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She gazes down through eyes bereft
Summers gone and nothings left
Morning Song
Morning Song
Into the mist of the cold grey dawn
The punisher and the punished born
The young girl weeps from her arms torn
The child taken the baby gone
Morning Song
Don't question why who is to blame
The devil's child without a name
Morning Song
Morning Song
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2. |
Boy In The Field
11:16
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There's a boy in the field, the wind caresses his face
And his fingers plough the land, the earth in his hands
He toils with all of his might from dawn until the night,
The fear of what might be for the boy in the field
Sanctify and yield
Sanctify and yield
Take him out to the field
Sanctify and yield
He fails to understand
He fails to understand
Fails to understand
Why he's the boy in the field
Down, down, down on bended knees
Down, down, down on bended knees
Children cry and soft voices die
Down, down, down on bended knees
There's a boy in the field, without a proper name
A consequence of shame, there's a boy in the field
They found him out in the heath, buried him under the peet
Cold and bitter grief for the boy in the field
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3. |
Waiting Time
07:59
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Some time soon
The phone will ring
The conversation will do something
To compensate for this empty house
This empty house
Waiting time
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4. |
Child Psychic
05:14
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They Came to tear down the old house today
Nothing's inside, just darkness, decay
But the child psychic knows, the child psychic sees
Visions of darkness, unspeakable deeds
Doo Doo Doo Doo
The child psychic stands not far from the gate
She still hears the sounds, the feelings of hate
The stirings inside like a sweet violin
Its time to farewell ,what went on within.
Goodbye, Goodbye.
They came to tear down the old house today
Nothings inside, just darkness, decay
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5. |
The Driver
10:55
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I am the driver hands on the wheel
Where am I going? What should I feel ?
Where the road takes me is where I belong
I look beside me but now you have gone.
I'm searching still searching not sure what for
In hope of finding what I had once before
Highways and bi ways roads and lanes
I am the driver still searching in vain
There's a fire in the field where they harvested grain
The yield now finished, we won't see it again
I'm searching still searching just like before
In hope of finding what once was before
From townships through cities I drive and I drive
Through places we passed through where do you hide?
The rain is now falling, the traffic is slow
I imagine your face in the overflow
What would you say if you could see me now?
I am the driver hands on the wheel
Where am I going? What should I feel ?
Where the road takes me is where I belong
I look within me but feel you have gone.
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Last Train
07:02
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Cold stone spires push up through clouds of grey
Wind carries whispers of past and delay
Bleak transferred looks a cold winter lay
Hopes turn forth at the end of the day
Cold winters grey nothing left to say
Cold winters grey nothing left to say
Close the doors and seal the locks,
Deserted house reveals what's been lost
Steps carved from hand cut blocks
Like old regrets...forever lost
The winter wind whispers in the breeze
The Names of those who took their leave
All the hope's we tried to achieve
Scattered in the wind.....
Scattered in the wind.....
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7. |
The Pit
06:17
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Marshall Thailand
Marshall has an extensive background in music of many genres. From Sound Art, Drone and Electronic music to experimental music as a vocalist. He's been producing music for decades with indie chart success in Australia and Japan in the late 1980's. Currently he's working on various projects both solo and collaborations with artists in the U.S. and Australia. ... more
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