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Verse
Who painted you this picture of me and how do they know
About the colour of eyes and how my hair does grow
And where is this I'm living
In a dwelling on a land
In a world I've never seen before
Where the truths blow away in the sand
Chorus
Those who choose the colours and the canvass to paint on
Choose the way the easel point and the brush to paint us all
Verse
Why do I look angry and why do my clothes look old
Why's there a pitchfork in the corner under a shotgun on the wall
There are holes in my new curtains
Dirty are the pots and pans
And with just one stroke of the painter's brush
To you she reveals who I am
Chorus
Those who choose the colours and the canvass to paint on
Choose the way the easel point and the brush to paint us all
Solo
(Who paints us all? Who?)
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2. |
Down With May
02:57
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Verse
Old grey May casts a shadow
And her old grey hands pull a thousand hearts apart
She was a butcher from the start
Her dark grey clouds block the sunlight
And her old hooked nose can smell tenderness from miles
She was a wiper of smiles
Chorus
Down down down with May and onto June
Take that crown from May and her loyals too
Verse
And May in these lands is the ice queen
With her eyes so cold she can freeze young lovers heart
She was ruthless from the start
Now she'll go back to her palace
With her cold black eyes she will monitor the land
Where her love levy stands
Chorus
Down down down with May and onto June
Take the head from May and her loyals too
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3. |
Red Tide
03:39
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Verse
A weightless body drifting
On a red tide far from home
As turquoise turns to black
Gold heart of stone
Fingers of salt spray settle
And rust through iron strong
The chains they lie broken
Gold heart of stone
Prey and sacrifices
The barrel's all but gone
The red tide shifting on
Gold heart of stone
Whispers on the tide
Her cargo washed ashore
The red tide it wants more
Gold heart of stone
Chorus
The red tide it made empires
All built by muscle strong
It watered cane and cotton
And sweetened Europe's tongue
The red tide is broke coast lines
And shattered fragile lives
All leached from land a plenty
A poison on the tide
Verse
A weightless body drifting
On a red tide far from home
As turquoise turns to black
Gold Heart of stone
Greed and power reigning
A poisoned land to see
No air no harvest no
Gold heart of stone
Chorus
The red tide it made empires
All built by muscle strong
It watered cane and cotton
And sweetened Europe's tongue
The red tide is broke coast lines
And shattered fragile lives
All leached from land a plenty
A poison on the tide
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4. |
The Internationale
05:38
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Verse
Arise ye workers from your slumbers
Arise ye prisoners of want
For reason in revolt now thunders
And at last ends the age of cant.
Away with all your superstitions
Servile masses arise, arise
We’ll change henceforth the old tradition
And spurn the dust to win the prize.
Chorus
So comrades, come rally
And the last fight let us face
The Internationale unites the human race.
Verse
No more deluded by reaction
On tyrants only we’ll make war
The soldiers too will take strike action
They’ll break ranks and fight no more
And if those cannibals keep trying
To sacrifice us to their pride
They soon shall hear the bullets flying
We’ll shoot the generals on our own side.
Verse
No saviour from on high delivers
No faith have we in prince or peer
Our own right hand the chains must shiver
Chains of hatred, greed and fear
E’er the thieves will out with their booty
And give to all a happier lot.
Each at the forge must do their duty
And we’ll strike while the iron is hot.
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5. |
Now My Home
03:06
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Verse
I reach down my roots into the soil
I'm in the best place for me to grow
A soil filled o' love so fertile
A soil so sweet this friends is now my home
This ground so warm and tender
Takes me to her breast and holds me close
She gives me light she gives me water
Water so sweet this friends is now my home
I keep her nourished in the winter
I gently cover her in autumn-o
She cares for me in the springtime
And in the summer this friends is now my home
Chorus
Ella es mi tierra mi casa y mi sol
Yo soy su suelo sus raices su canción
Verse
The moss on the stone grow softly
The bracken near the burn awakes-o
I can see our work from my window
But she's still asleep this friends is now my home
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6. |
Imperial Zeal
03:55
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Verse
Your thoughts sound different when sing to me
Than in conversation-o
Are the products of someone else's mine
Refined and sold on radio
Your thoughts to me sound so familiar
Your language seems so normal-o
But this sonic world that you're composing
To me's unrecognisable
Chorus
Are your thoughts incarcerated
Behind bars of imperial steel?
There's no key you'll have break them with
A sovereign mind free of imperial zeal
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7. |
Fair Drawin' In
04:05
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Chorus
The sun sets o'r the hills of home
The night are fair drawing' in now
The leaves are turning, turning o'r
And like the swifts they're gone now
Verse
A young lass walks along the shore
Free from any shackles
She plants her feet firm in the sand
Like roots along the tideline
The minutes pass and turn to hours
The weeks condense to years now
To box these dreams and memories
We surely set the free-o
She's tried anger, sadness, joy
The cogs they turn to rust
But the morning light breaks through the haar
The warmth negates the coldness
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8. |
Double Trouble
03:19
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My mind is filled with trouble
I hear the bombs explode
See houses turn to rubble
Feel the weight of a people's heavy load
Tripoli and Benghazi
Names remembered from World War II
Resurface to remind me
As wartimes wounds renew
And innocent Japanese folk
Dread perils silent as yet unseen
I know the cares of these who
Face a radioactive scene
My mind's so filled with trouble
Spring sunshine cannot lift my mood
With the world so full of trouble
Small wonder that I brood
Small wonder that my heart aches
Small wonder that my anger bubble
Against oil-greedy politicians murderous of mind
Who thrive on a worldwide trouble of a war-like kind
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Clype Scotland, UK
Formed in 2014 by pianist and singer/songwriter Simon Gall and featuring fiddler Jonny Hardie, Clype is a stripped-back experiment in fusing sounds and styles from around the globe. The music borrows from Scottish folk traditions as well as from the rhythms of Latin America and harmonic ideas of jazz. ... more
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