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Pond Life
06:14
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A neon, shining, crystal Liquid Ship
Suits are falling down flights of stairs
Truth comes through glass
Like light from the past
Refracting from mirrors and stares
Get on board
Leave all that other stuff at home
Pulling the devil by his spiked tail
Questions are codenames to get you by
Faces are painted across the walls
Can't look anybody in the eye
Get on board
Leave all that other stuff at home
Pond life, lake light, waxy through the weeds
Night shines in fish eyes black as a bead
Pike grins as you pick your way through the weeds
No cat's eyes to guide you down here
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Genie in the Bottle
03:08
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Crazed as an eagle's eye
Tourist in your own country
Living like a poet without writing poetry
All you know
Has done no good so far
Or told you who you are
The literal
From the lateral
Leaves all these little holes
You are outside observing
The detail of how things should be
Your eyes so filled with anger
What chance do you have to see?
The genie in the bottle
You better leave the screw cap on
Your wishes take you places
You should really not have gone
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Ruby and Pearl
05:54
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There's a ruby to the right of me
And a pearl off to the left
But the gold that's right in front of
Is just as cold as it gets
Now the sapphires that I once saw
Have headed for the ocean floor
Davy Jones's ivory'll keep them locked behind a door
Treasure in your head is hope the survivor said
So if I could get my hands on sand
Or an alchemist's secret stone
I'd keep my mouth shut like a fool
And feed my secret hope
Treasure in your head is hope the survivor said
So there's blood spilled to the left of me
And whisky to the right
And a trail of burned out tree stumps
Like the story of my life
Treasure in your head is hope the survivor said
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Roxy
04:06
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We'll burn that bridge when we come to it
We'll lose our minds we'll lose the bet
We'll lose our train of thought around the bend
We'll lose every last drop of respect
Now Roxy's roaring the whole house down
Quicksand carpet's spreading all around
And the Kat will give you a vicious bite
But she only means it as a kiss goodnight
You scratch my conscience I'll scratch yours
We can work it out rolling round on all fours
But we're not going home, can't leave well alone
Don't you take that tone rolling round the floor
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Rain Hymn
04:04
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Come cleaning rain
Wash round the bend
Wash my sister
Clean my friend
Clean the husband
Wash the wife
Clean this city
Clean my life
Come cleaning rain
Wash through the door
Wash my body
Clean my soul
Clean the words
Wash the doubt
Clean the pavements
Wash it out
Come cleaning rain
Wash round the bend
Wash the parade
Of mice and men
Wash the blood off
The things we've hurt
Wash what's covered
Out of the dirt
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Flying Feet
04:40
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We capered flying feet
Round unsteady streets
Toes tapped the tears in time
Broken beat and rhyme
Non-sense being good sense
Around us between us
Talked down to us
Thirteen of us
We all see a direction
In simple tricks of reflection
Splintered glass polished brass
Split the route warp the task
Reflection
Deception
Imperfect
Perfection
Rescue me
Rescue me
Altered states evade hate's
Fingers scratching at our backs
At where it is at
Fly from that no not that
Wrapped in escape
Wrapped in escape
Rescue me
Rescue me
Rescue me
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Stones
05:49
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The stones hold the story
And the stream shapes the stones
It's dark out there tonight
Hope you found your way home
Sometimes I wish we could be like the water
We could just go with the flow
We could rush on like a river
Setting our stories in the stones
The stream falls from the high peaks
When the sun melts the snow
Doesn't know how it got there
Just knows where to go
Sometimes I wish we could be like the water
We could just go with the flow
We could rush on like a river
Setting our stories in the stones
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Only The Good Die Young
04:23
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It's the prophets against the kings
And even soldiers will be singing
And asking for a break and some comfort
Those that talk and those that win
Won't have to step into the ring
And can string along the rest by shouting louder
And the good die young cause the bad kill them
The ugly make money to pay
For justice
For love
For help from above
For liars to show them the way
I can talk but I can't win
Feels like running round a ring
Try not to take so I will see what I can bring
I'm not a prophet nor a king
Have no soldiers so I sing
Have my doubts if it will mean anything
And the good die young cause the bad kill them
The ugly make money to pay
For justice
For love
For help from above
For liars to show them the way
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Ragged Tree
06:44
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No precocious prodigy
Too aged, too ugly
It shows he wears all that he sees
It's taken time to grow the seed
There's rings inside a ragged tree
There's rings inside a ragged tree
No branch taken immediately
Stand in the wind
Feel warm in your skin
Stand in the wind
Feel warm in your skin
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Dogs
08:31
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The smell of blood in their nostrils
The hounds come rushing down
The dogs and the wind are howling
The sky it wears a frown
With eyes that shine like embers
And teeth as white as bone
You long for sweet surrender
So many miles from home
So many, many, many miles from home
You sruck across this country
In search of new meanings
A journey fraught with danger
Horizon widening
Her eyes, her eyes, her eyes widening
Your eyes, your eyes, your eyes widening
But we are only human
And people feel the fear
We risk it all to get there
And then we wish we're here
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Ruins II
08:17
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See the ruined faces
Hiding shipwrecks and bones
And the desperate swimmers
Too far out on their own
Drowning not waving to the shore
Drowning not waving to the shore
Dreamed of money in my mouth
From a machine
Well it tasted of blood
It was not nourishing
I had no pockets
I did not expect to win
I had no pockets to put this money in
So when you're fighting to be who you are
Well, calling conviction can take you so far
But tokens are tokens
It's human you are
Tokens are tokens
It's human you are
Tokens are tokens
It's human you are
Tokens, they're just tokens
It's human you are
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Jamie Flett Glasgow
Music maker from Aberdeen in the North East of Scotland, now living in Glasgow.
Since my first collection of skewed,
folkish blues songs: ‘Cold But Bright’ I’ve tried to resist the artificial limitations of defining myself as a ‘singer-songwriter’ (admittedly, while writing and singing songs.) This has resulted in attempts to investigate some remoter sonic territories.. As well as more songs.
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