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1. |
Diamond Breath
04:31
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This is the crossing of words
This is the culmination of losses
This is the space in between
This is where it all begins
We were told that we are the writers of history, of our history
But who are the ones holding the pen inscribing our story
With voices made of diamond
We speak in common carbon
For the profit of some corporate nightmare machine
It’s high time to break your chains
Throw caution to the wind and reclaim
Some value for ourselves, before long
With a body wrought from stone
Heart of iron, a corroding ore
Choking on diamond, choking on diamond
Maybe I’m sick
Convince me your not
For how can medicine exist
In this space that love forgot
Where faceless trolls hold sway on world views in the evening news
And all we breathe is diamond
Stare down the barrel with nought to lose
Maybe someone will shout enough is enough
Enough is enough
Weigh anchor, while the ship is sinking
Maybe someone will shout enough is enough
Enough is Enough
Stare down the barrel with nought to lose
Maybe someone will shout enough is enough
Enough is enough
Stand stock still and watch it all come crumbling down
Maybe someone will shout enough is enough
Enough is enough
Enough is enough
Is enough.
[Outro - distorted radio chant]
Shots are fired
Hopes fade
Lips meet
at the borderlines
Shots are fired
Hopes fade
Lips meet
Through the borderlines
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2. |
Foxglove Hollow
04:19
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Between the birds and the bees
That's where she finds me
Whistling on the breeze
As the sap flows fresh from the trees
Her poison is so sweet
Quickly bring me to my knees
Lay down next to me under our
Foxglove hollow
Sun beat down upon
a grass filled meadow
as we searched on and on
For our small shred of shadow
We made our nest upon
The back of a black widow
Run away into my
Foxglove hollow
This could be your Eden
You could be mine, my Eve
Run away into our
Humble foxglove abode
Your foxglove Hollow
My foxglove
Our foxglove, Hollow
Our foxglove
Between the birds and the bees
That's where she finds me
Whistling on the breeze
As the sap flows fresh from the trees.
Her poison is so sweet
Quickly bring me to my knees
Lay down next to me under our
Our foxglove hollow
Between the birds and the bees
That's where she finds me
Whistling on the breeze
As the sap flows fresh from the trees
Her poison is so sweet
So sweet
Bring me to my knees
In our foxglove hollow
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3. |
Grass Roots
03:57
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You scraped your knees when you were young
Ran with wolves untamed and free
Chased all dreams ripe for taking
Now your aged body breaking
As we soldier on these days
wearing the soles out of our old boots
Remember those visions of our youth
tear out the green grass shoots
Feel it now, much has changed
can you grasp the truth
Dig it up from beneath the ground
those torn grass roots
You risked your heart to keep it alive
Trailing smoke from fires far behind
Through your memories you’d go roaming
For peace of mind, vainly hoping
As we soldier on these days
wearing the soles out of our old boots
Remember those rhythms of our youth
tear out the green grass shoots
Feel it now, much has changed
can you grasp the truth
Dig it up from beneath the ground
those torn grass roots
Your old haunts are all but gone
Replaced by modern wills and wants
All grow old with time, constantly fading
We waste our days just not noticing
As we soldier on these days
wearing the soles out of our old boots
Remember those rhythms of our youth
tear out the green grass shoots
Feel it now, so much has changed
can you grasp the truth
Dig it up, those torn grass roots
As we soldier on these days
wearing the soles out of our old boots
Remember those visions of our youth
tear out the green grass shoots
Dig it up
Dig it up
Dig it up from beneath the ground
Those torn grass roots
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4. |
Small Talk
04:51
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Her gaze is fixed upon mine
Looking for something lost to time
All I know is how I feel right now
That just ain’t good enough, somehow
She said;
Find yourself some trusty chords
Take these hollow words back home
Just find something to say
Would it be easier to forget
Spend my day living in regret
Nothing seems right, right now
That just ain’t good enough, somehow
She said;
Find yourself some trusty chords
Take those lengthy words back home
Just find something to say
She said;
Find yourself some trusty chords
Take those empty words back home
Just find something to say
But I don't need no small talk
I ain't got, I ain't got time for small talk
And I can't stand no small talk
Especially not today
She said;
Find yourself some trusty chords
Take those empty words back home
Find something to say
She said;
Find yourself some trusty chords
Take those lengthy words back home
Just find something to say
Oh, find yourself, find yourself
Those trusty chords
And take your hollow words back home
Find something to say
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5. |
Drizzle Daze
03:30
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Drizzle filled
Nights like these
Made for desperate poetry
Moon hangs high
As I reach
She embraces me
Restlessness
I can’t sleep
My mind is unreeling
Voices soft
Dulcet tone
I can’t shake this feeling
Dark creeps in
Heartbeats make a deafening din
I hammer out these chords
As I wail my soul drips forth
Buried in these words
The tell tale sign of an inner war
Autumn leaves
Hang from the tree
Swaying in the breeze
Heard her voice
Cross the sea
I picture her with ease
Canvas of emptiness
My cold white ceiling
What once was said
Brought disbelief
But baby, I believe it
Dark creeps in
Heartbeats make a deafening din
I hammer out these chords
As I wail my soul drips forth
Buried in these words
The tell tale sign of an inner war
Empty words carry little weight now
Empty words carry little weight now
I told my part, torn apart
Better days are yet to come
I told my part, I broke her heart
Pray for nights like these
I hammer out these chords
As I wail my soul drips forth
Buried in these words
The tell tale sign of an inner war
I hammer out these chords
As I wail my soul drips forth
Buried in these words
The tell tale sign of an inner war
[Backing]
(Drizzle filled nights like these
Caught in this torrential downpour
Drizzle filled nights like these
Caught in this torrential downpour)
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Louis B Burrows Mol, Belgium
An Englishman in Flanders. Louis B Burrows brings his experience as street, recording and performing musician to Belgium through lively, enthiusiastic folk punk
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