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Overture
05:05
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Bird on Branch
02:54
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By the light of new moon/
By the forest edge
Sits a bird on branch
His feathers long
One falls to ground
By the feet of a boy
Who's listening
This boy is heard
By two men on field
Wearing feathered cloaks
One man listens
The other speaks
"Do not be afraid. We have travelled many leagues. To tell you, you've been chosen."
Meanwhile the forest, meanwhile the forest, meanwhile the forest ...
... is listening.
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3. |
Mother's Lament
02:05
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Two men / came and took my boy /
Said he was chosen / that the crow never lies
With what strength / do i defy these feather clad ?
Two men / came and took my boy /
This land has laws / that I abhor
With what strength / do i bring these customs down ?
With what strength / do I defy this cult of sound ?
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4. |
Desert Wind
02:31
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My legs can't feel to ground / my legs can't feel the breath in my shoulders
My legs can't feel to ground /
A desert wind has taken me to a place where all there is / is Sound
These men I'm travelling with / are breathless with their Listening
The older man stops and says /
You're too young to know the Earth as codice
You're too young to know the Earth as Song
You're too young to know that / all we are is Sound
A desert wind has taken me to a place where all there is / is Sound
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You run like you're never still /
You run like the fear of God / is in you
To the looming of the hills / you drag your tired feet
If only you'd never come /
If only you were still at home / with your Mum
If only you were never born
But the distance of the hills / is the indifference of the sky
So sit like you've never moved
And listen as the night falls
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6. |
Night Falls
03:35
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7. |
Think That I'm Listening
03:07
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A wind unbidden hurls through the valley /
the tree tops lift their creaky hands and sigh /
a bird-song cracks and stokers back / a memory singing long and low
'till i know / master i know /
master i think that i'm listening / to my thoughts again
if i could hold this morning i'd listen to it forever/
and lift the sound of water into the sky
i'd roll my Rs and growl my Ts / and swim so deep in melody
'till i know / master i know /
master / i think that i'm listening / to my thoughts / again
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8. |
Sisters Go Hear
02:15
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Yeah I heard your boy / through the desert wind
He stumbled / he whimpered
Yeah I heard your boy / your little protege
He sounded / defeated
So go on you feather clad mystics / go hear
A cave dwells due North of here / your boy sits there
Yeah I know your type / you follow the birds
You sit / you listen
But round these parts its the women who / hear space / least give
So go on you feather clad mystics / go hear
But take care all that you hold may not / hold you
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9. |
Space I Can't Hear
02:11
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I give great strength to these lines I hold
I give great strength to my feet
And in the dark and coiling parts of me / I live
I'm walking into / I'm walking into / space I can't hear
I'm walking into / I'm walking into / space I can't hear
So Master turn and let me go
Master / let me breathe
And in your leaving / Master teach me well / that I live
I'm falling into / I'm falling into / space I can't hear
I'm falling into / I'm falling into / space I can't hear
What is the sound of / what is the sound of / space I can't hear
I am becoming / I am becoming / space I can't hear
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10. |
Crow Always Said
02:29
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Funny / when that tapping underground /
Seems to rise above the kitchen / seems to rise like mother's frown
Well the crow always said / be careful where you bury
Funny / when that tapping underground /
Seems to rise above the curtains / seems to rise like mother's gown
Well the crow always said / careful where you bury your
And my father worked this ground
And my father worked this ground
And my father worked this ground
And my father worked this ground
That's why the crow always said / careful where you bury your dead
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11. |
Master on the Edge
03:04
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o master here I walk so slow / through the crowded room /
in the inn below
o master i feel so alone / like part of me died
i had a dream / long ago / i had a wife and child /
but then the bird sat overhead / and I followed the flight of sound
o master in my wandering days / i often heard the sea
now i stand upon a cliff / listen to all of me
i had a dream / long ago / i had a wife and child
but then the bird sat overhead / and I followed the flight of sound
there is no dream / long ago / i have no wife / no child
i am a master on the edge / with no regrets / only sound
i am a master on the edge / with no regrets / only sound
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12. |
Wife Dreaming
03:29
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By the True Light of Morning / in the Sound of a Dream
I saw you my Fleeing Lover / on a Clifftop
How much older you looked yet / you had no age at all
And you lifted your arms to the sky / and listened
As if the world is a Chorus / here you started to sing /
And in song you threw yourself / sunward
Here I sit to decide / what manner of sight kept me sleepless that night
How I wish you could see him / this child you left for the Moon
Like you he sits very still / and listens
How much you look like him / in my True Dream of Night
Here I trip on the tone of the Strangest Part
For then I saw:
Lines emerge from your midriff / Colour bubble and twirl.
And where once Man fell through Wind / a Bird Flew.
Here I sit to decide / what manner of sight kept me sleepless that night
And here I sit to decide / what manner of bird watches over our child
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13. |
Bird Knows Where You Are
04:00
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There is no limit / to this love I see in you
There is no limit / to this love I see in you
There is no rain-cloud / that is not a part of you
There is no rain-drop / that does not belong with you
Listen stand still breathe / the bird knows where you are / let it find you
Listen stand still breathe / the bird knows where you are / let it find you
There is no condition / to this Life I've given you
There is no condition / to this Love I see in you
There is no Mountain / that does not belong with you
There is no Mountain / that is not a part of you
Listen stand still breathe / the bird knows where you are / let it find you
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Jonathan David Shaw Melbourne, Australia
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