February 22nd, 2013
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THE ROAD PAST THE VIEW
What was it they said …
Oh Yeah …
Said she’ll be the death of you
That’s what they said
Said she’ll be the death of you
She’ll be the death of you
I’m thinking of a late-night movie I saw
Caught it in a bar-room up at old Hank’s place
Two young ladies with the top down -
And the law giving chase
I’m travelling light
Man! I’m flying
Sound of the slipstream -
- Someone crying
Yeah, that’s what they said
They said she’ll be the death of you
Said she’ll be the death of you
Yeah …
I’m heading up the pass now
They call it - The Road Past the View
What was it they said …
Oh yeah
Said she’ll be the death of you
That’s what they said
Said she’ll be the death of you
Said she’ll be the death of you
I’m travelling light
Man! I’m flying
Sound of the slipstream -
- Someone crying -
I’m travelling light
Man! I’m flying
The sound of the slipstream -
- Someone crying
- Someone crying
Yeah, that’s what they said …
She’ll be the death of you
She’ll be the death of you
She’ll be the death of you
She’ll be the death of you
She’ll be the death of you
February 15th, 2013
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RED DIRT
I fell in love with darkness
Cut me – cut me
I fell in love with darkness
I fell in love with night
Cut me till I bleed
I need to feel
I fell in love with silence
Cut me – cut me
I fell in love with silence
Like the shadow of a stone
Cut me till I bleed
I need to feel
Cut me, cut me
Cut me till I bleed
Cut me till I bleed
I need to feel
Red dirt in rocky hills
Cut me till I bleed
Red dirt in rocky hills
Iron in the soul
Cut me till I bleed
I need to feel
It’s a red dirt road I’m walking
Cut me till I bleed
A red dirt road I’m walking
And the world is turning
Cut me till I bleed
I need to feel
There’s red dirt in the wind
And a black sky falling
Cut me till I bleed I need to feel
And the white thorns on the thorn trees
Are waiting for the lamb
Cut me till I bleed
I need to feel
Earth is shuddering
Cut me till I bleed
Earth is shuddering
Wind rattles the trees … like old bones …
Cut me till I bleed
I need to feel
Cut me till I bleed I need to feel
Cut me till I bleed I need to feel
Cut me till I bleed I need to feel
Cut me till I bleed I need to feel
February 8th, 2013
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THE BRIGHT BRIGHT WIND
She stands at the crossroads of an empty town
There’s a road leads up and a road leads down
And the dust at her feet, is it white chalk or snow?
There’s no one to tell her which way to go?
The chalk white road is a love affair
Snow on her finger tips
Bright, bright wind
In her hair
There’s nobody lives in that empty town
There’s no-one knows what brought it down
And the dust on the road – is it chalk or snow?
There’s no knowing which way she’ll go
The chalk white road is a love affair
Snow on her finger tips
Bright, bright wind
In her hair
Oh the bright, bright wind
Oh the bright, bright wind
Bright, bright wind
In her hair
A child is running down a chalk white lane
And the lights of the town are bright again
And she sings as she runs and her feet are bare
Her white dress billows and the wind blows her hair
The chalk white road is a love affair
Snow on her finger tips
The bright, bright wind
In her hair
Oh the bright, bright wind
Oh the bright, bright wind
Bright, bright wind
In her hair
February 1st, 2013
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A GOOD DAY TO DIE
I heard the raven call
From a blood red sky
There was blood on the wind
There was death in his eye
I heard the raven call
‘Sky’s on fire’ he said
‘Come fly with me
To the land of the dead.’
When the raven calls you
From a blood-red sky
The day has your name on it
It’s a good day to die
I heard the raven call again
‘This is your day’ he said
‘There is blood on the wind
There is fire in your head’
When the raven calls you
From a blood-red sky
The day has your name on it
It’s a good day to die
When the raven calls you
From a blood-red sky
The day has your name on it
It’s a good day to die
So I fell into the black wind
Into the shape-shift night
I fell into his death-song
In the dying light
I spread my dark wings
Turned my back on the light
And I followed the raven
Into that good night
When the raven calls you
From a blood-red sky
The day has your name on it
It’s a good day to die
When the raven calls you
From a blood-red sky
The day has your name on it
It’s a good day to die
The day has your name on it!