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Clype

by Clype

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1.
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?)
2.
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
3.
Red Tide 03:39
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
4.
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.
5.
Now My Home 03:06
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
6.
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
7.
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
8.
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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“I urge you to give a listen to Clype. This is music firmly rooted in the North East of Scotland, but which pulls in influences from all over the world, Simon Gall and Jonny Hardie create music which is eclectic, original, accomplished and challenging.”
Richard Thompson

"Outstanding...spine-tingling...properly inspirational"
Folk Radio UK

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released June 25, 2015

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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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