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Born From the Ashes
04:15
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Born from The Ashes
Days marked with a white stone,
we were brought here alone.
Delivered blooded, unseasoned.
“Whitened sepulchres” he said.
“But within full of dead men’s bones.”
On our charcoal days we listened,
then soon forgot in the froth of delight
and the flotsam days.
Born into purple.
Born the white light heat of day.
Born in the dead ends and ditches.
Born for night and its rite.
Born to chains, born to right.
Born in shade or shadow.
Born from the ashes.
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Ship Money
04:22
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Ship Money
Sea lawyers all, the eternal squall,
of the haul and the share
and the horde and the theft of the money.
The sea has drawn all our respect:
Nothing left but the haul
and the ruck and the maul for the money.
Their ears serpent licked.
Their eyes see the murky brine.
Sea lawyers all, on troubled water pouring oil.
Cut your throat like a goat
for your coat, or a groat’s worth of honey.
The sea has banked us on the shore.
Nothing left of the haul and the squall
and the maul for the money.
Their ears serpent licked.
Their eyes see the murky brine.
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Is it Dark Enough?
07:22
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Is It Dark Enough?
Little bit of grit, bit of heart.
Little bit of grit, bit of dirt.
Little bit of grit, bit of spine.
Little bit of grit, bit of soil.
I’m not one to preach.
But the world is messed up, the land is sick.
Is it dark enough to see the stars yet?
I would not be king.
Step forward those with a little bit of grit,
bit of spine, who will not bow down.
Who won’t tarnish with the touch of power?
Who will not bow down.
I’m not one to preach,
but a hundred men
with half the world’s wealth
is a sickness.
Is it dark enough to see the stars yet?
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Rite of Amends
04:46
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Rite of Amends
Off-guard. I was caught on the back foot - dick-led, my thinking head.
Just so you know, I got what I was due.
Believe me I got just what I was due.
Unskyld. I was sat on boxes, mayhem, darkness, when your mail came through.
Just so you know, I got what I was due.
Believe me I got just what I was due.
My abrupt reply smacked of guilt, of water under the bridge - and desperation too.
Just so you know, I got what I was due.
Believe me I got just what I was due.
I’m sorry too, I never hired the banner-ad,
credited you that our love was true.
Just so you know, I got what I was due.
Believe me I got just what I was due. I got what I was due. I got what I was due. En garde!
If this rite could amend, erase hurt, raze skies and spell – it would sear our love, pure, mistimed and true on a starry, clear, cold Aarhus night.
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Shirt of the Apocalypse
04:21
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Shirt of The Apocalypse
Since no-one seems to pay attention,
I thought a shirt a neat invention
to let you know its end-of-times.
The apocalypse is now streaming onlive.
Tried invoking wise words of the Dali Lama,
threatening Gaia and the worst of karma,
maps and facts, hard-hitting drama.
Spoke truth to power on cold street corners
to no avail.
When we burn - as we drown.
Generational pain, even the brainwashing
can't shift the stain. Pass the parcel of blame,
again and again and again and again.
There's a hole in our hearts, deafened by silence, blinded by the dark so we try to escape, and run into the arms of that which we're afraid. But it’s not the end of the world if we wipe ourselves out of this infinity. Universe is fine, and my life's not mine,
the truth is it was only ever a lease.
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You, My Cult of Blight
04:56
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You, My Cult of Blight
He speaks through me,
Oh, Cult of Blight.
To believe, you are right,
you are chosen.
I speak for Him,
my Cult of Blight.
In this chosen land
lies deceive us, demean us.
I speak as Him,
we Cult of Blight.
Our enemies vast, hate our kind,
they will frame us, and raise me.
Time for war. Time to fight.
I am God. You my Cult of Blight.
Now is the hour.
Take a leap of faith.
For Promised Lands,
for a better life,
for purity in everlasting fire.
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Ogham Carved the Tree
05:37
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Ogham Carved the Tree
Buried in leaves of coll ogham woke,
marvel limbs bronze branched.
Hail the sun the arm cut hawthorn in the ground, suckle the land arms ailm mid the soil.
Buried in need we spell to cast the world,
marvel limbs gort the rays down.
Hail the root, delphic plugged to the core,
suckles the land suckles our ailm awe.
Ogham carved his body, ogham carved the wood,
ogham carved in stone.
Ogham carved her body, ogham carved the tree,
ogham carved in stone.
Bury the seed we notch into the earth,
ogham alphabet fear and hope.
Hail the stars, illume the mesh our cage,
coll to the spit, suckle ailm the land.
Ogham carved his body, ogham carved the wood,
ogham carved in stone.
Ogham carved her body, ogham carved the tree,
ogham carved in stone.
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Workshop Window
06:36
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Workshop Window
Our shop-floor window open
(not to the outside, the light filters from another room)
to our solitary confinement
(on the inside we are creatures of the night).
The stifled air hangs and blows.
The clock tick and halt
(on the outside we never see the light of day).
Outside his love is waiting, lolling a limp knee.
Idling, he calibrates his hand to ticking seconds.
Feet, to the beat of minutes, his head nods the hour.
Ears keen to the thin whistle cutting the stamp and grind.
A world apart ‘til the horn’s release.
He cups her waist, and squeezes her breast
in one swift move.
The line flows out, and carries them downstream.
The line flows out, and carries them downstream.
A world apart ‘til the horn’s release.
He cups her waist, and squeezes her breast
in one swift move.
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The Darkness You Have Drawn
Voted it now eat it.
You don’t know what you’ve done,
or the dark path we’re on.
The darkness you have drawn
has just begun.
You don’t know what you’ve done,
or the dark path we’re on.
The darkness you have drawn
has just begun.
Buckle up. Strap in.
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10. |
Forge a Better World
03:04
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Forge A Better World
Enemies of light,
your night will pass.
Deniers of better days,
we will make them anyway.
Forge a better world.
Great men of war,
we will dismantle you.
Men of great wealth,
recognise your poverty.
Forge a better world.
Feed the earth,
hand-shape a better world.
Share, share in,
harness what’s good for all.
Thought. Will. Means. Make.
Forge a better world.
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