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Shake Holes
12:44
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They perished in the fire
With water all around
To die on the ship among the flames
Or in the sea be drown
The perils of the ocean deep
The roaring mountainous waves
Nine hundred souls were lost that night
In their burning watery graves
The fleeting day ends too late
And results in discontent
They talked until the words became noise
Unable to make sense of hate
Held with contempt and distain
Imprisoned without compassion
Structures strained to keep it contained
Fracture and break under weight
Endeavor to work within the rules
Despite their inconsistencies
Blunt tools in the hands of fools
Bring us down all the same
Whisper for silent night
And when they scream
Howl to the moon
To drown them out
Oh the lowest
Oh the low
Hold out your hands/Worked to the bones
And bed for more/ They beg for more
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2. |
Bleak Laws
04:23
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In time the river erodes the stone
Immovable objects
Stripped to the bone
Piece by piece
Drifting away
Becoming something else
By another name
Bleak hills and bleaker still
The rules that bind us to them
Forgotten ills
And the rules instilled
Driving us to conquer
Our statues cast shadows
Blocking the sun
Loomed and lauded
Until their day comes
One by one
Into the ark
Olive branches raised up
Leaves stripped bare
Intentions are lost
If they existed at all
And history shows
Not a dictator’s fall
Year after year
Passing by
Stubborn resolve
Working to redress
In time the river will change its course
Immovable objects
Transformed by force
Grain by grain
Dragged from the earth
Becoming something else
Never to be the same
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I can’t share the memories yet
But you know they’re here
Desperate to make sense of past
Perception skewed by fear
Butterflies and hurricanes
And tiny specks of dust
Nothing left means a thing
And iron becomes rust
Silent consideration
Behold each breath
Offer illumination
Sparks that burn and sear
The earth
Words have failed to capture it
An image held in mind
The dread of who met each day
And what was left to find
Mistakes were made on all sides
And accidents occurred
Intent becomes irrelevant
When sorry won’t be heard
Behaviour caught in history
Ingrained in every thought
Impossible to separate
From all that we’ve been taught
Considering endlessly each minute sound
To mitigate what’s to come if we may be found
Abandon every memory
In the hope we can renew
The walls we built brick by brick
Torn down by us too soon
When the dust has settled
And the broken pieces lie
Fractious moments resolve
At the table where we meet
Recount each sorry loss
Failures only disappoint
Repentance takes its toll
When it’s all said and done
Destruction greets us all
Every step is harder than the last
Than the last
Than the last
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4. |
A Virtuous Life
05:37
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Patience leaves those who wait too long to see what they become
Roots that anchor drag us down until will fall and rest on ground
Leaves that fall stretch too high to see their demise
Fog remains all through the day when will night dissipate
Wonder keeps us hopeful until despair is realised, until despair
Trust will wait for proof of worth resistant to pain and hurt
Holding on to words we shared can’t let go of what was heard
Grasping at the crumbling banks trying to stop your descent
Hold until your grip is lost and all held close is dropped
Persevere and struggle on through water tread and spinning wheel
Enough to feel successive gain against attempts failed by constraints
Forgiveness on another day distanced from moments we exchanged
Make requests and feel remorse to pull on others is too much
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5. |
Contracts
04:01
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Let’s start with the end
And begin in defense
To know but never be owned
One way not the other
Resolved to change
Estranged from where you began
Expectation lost in desperation
Laid out for all to see
So sure how it all will end
How do we start to pick it all apart again
Commit to see
All it could be
If only you could keep on track
Avoid old habits
And thoughts in your way
You’ve seen it all before
We begin again
And soon reach the same end
Without you there to guide
But today we insist
Change will remain
With nowhere left to hide
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6. |
To The Workers
02:02
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All the hours everyday
We’ll keep working to get wor pay
It’s not enough to live a life
Every day is pain and strife
Forty years and the rest
They tell me that I should feel blest
But I work and toil in clay
That’ll shortly be me grave
All the days in the week
The time spent working’s getting bleak
No time for the bairns or meself
It’s becoming a living hell
We dig the dirt and fire the steel
While our bosses dee the deals
Mine the coal deep underground
No light in tunnels to be found
All the months in the year
It’s getting harder each day to care
Worn down by the daily grind
Feel I’m slowly loosing me mind
Me manager said I’d get a raise
I went home singing his praise
Two weeks later I ain’t seen nowt
He’s barely giving us out
All the years until I die
Finely in me grave I’ll lie
It’ll then be time to rest
Together with the workers best
Grown your food and built your house
While you’re out shooting grouse
So cold and wet I can’t feel pain
Or see the work I do’s in vain
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7. |
In The Meadow
03:21
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Swallows skim even when the grass is low
Streams will trickle when the reservoirs go
Yarrow rises up when thistles tire
Open up the gate and step into the meadow
Rest for the journey has been long
Sit a while and observe what occurs
What was once distant now is too close
Vision will adjust when light falls right
Seventeen routes committed to ink
And an eighteenth begun anew
Across the valley and down the lane
Natures refuge from mans cruel hands
With so much to save and too much to lose
How is one supposed to choose
Illumination from the smallest flame
In the darkest tunnel guides the travelers way
Thoughts shower down like rains from the West
Shelter until the sun breaks the clouds
Where will and grace and love converge
In the meadow you will grow
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Yakka Doon Newcastle Upon Tyne, UK
Former drug dealer seeks redemption through folk music.
Oak-aged heartcraft from the pitscarred heathland of County Durham. Starkfelt sketchings of lifespaces through flat vowels and strictly necessary guitar-bedding.
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