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released November 30, 2014

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Track Name: Buzzard of Us
Mist in the mountains, whispers in the trees
All my wildest hopes and dreams scattered on a breeze
In one enchanted moment you watched a bird in the air
But all that I could see was the sunlight in your hair

Touched by an angel
On wings still unbroken she flies
Yet softer is the faded look In her eyes

King for a moment, but now a fool
A visitor to that strange land where we could never rule
In Saturn’s hands our fate is spun, and nothing left to chance
But sometime, in the moonlight, we will dance our dance

Oh oh oh hanging flightless in the sky
Passionless eyes that see so far
And we were one, one of many on the hill
Alone in a silence that filled our world

And on the carousel they will never tell you when to get down
And in the black and quickened stream
You will only dream of a red sound

Find the other slowly opened door

Slight as a feather, looking many ways
All the books are open, many lifetimes many days
Ancient, wise and really here, weaving many strings
But none so real as in our time We can hear the choirs sing

Slow, so slow they disappear, those dancers of the night
Limpid, spiral spectral shapes - no reason no rhyme
And the Man in the Moon will sing a simple lullaby
And under April’s rolling skies…
Track Name: 100 Species
Flying all around the corners of the thought plane
People crawling on the underside
Got to find a place to hide
Old women of the city leading me to find the sun

Smiling through the hazy shadows of our leaving
Counting all the times we never knew
The seeds of hope that never grew
We’ll be here to write new stories for a young and fragile world

A hundred species and we’re almost there
Try the hat, does it fit, do we really care?
A hundred species, oh how we ran
Through equal pairings of the Rosary man

Playing broken tunes among the stones of sundown
Speaking, but in the silence of the woodland air
An echoed cry to no-one there
Heading for our old land’s glory, the axemen call but ever fail

The scent is sweeter now as a faded rose
Blending to a point on the fall of the curve
And you used my words for another song
Freeing them forever

I dreamed a tune of melancholy, saw the fighting in the square
And through the arch of honeyed stone walked the dead
Seeing me they turned and wept, when warmth was all around
We carried bowls of strange new fruit and we could hear the sound
Of the sea as a mirror of the sky
Of all the souls that were to be
Of nothing at all

A hundred species and we’re almost there
Try the hat, does it fit, do we really care?
A hundred species, oh how we ran

Remembering the laughter of the mistress of illusion
Being not a part of anything, but containing everything
I can’t help but hold that moment crystallised in shades of gray

Look in the eyes of those who can fly beyond the reason
In between lines and hidden signs
Take me closer to find the maker

All stayed white as I turned off the light
And walked the final mile
I painted the sky with a murmuring high and smiled

Borne on the waves of ten thousand days
What have we given?
A face in the hourglass counting the sands
Lost in the eyes of beauty
All is quiet as we take three steps with one another’s dreams
And sigh to the shore
(We hear small dreams of yesterday, both near and somehow far away Each one alone)

I never thought we’d hear that wind
Never thought we’d see the storm begin
Half a world of innocence within

A hundred species and we’re almost there
Try the hat, does it fit, do we really care?
A hundred species oh how we ran

From the marsh to the belltower, your shoes were on the grass

Think of me then as I think of you now, removed from being
On a white cobbled road I’ll carry your load And make peace

Flying all around the corners of the thought plane
People crawling on the underside
Got to find a place to hide
Old women of the city
Track Name: Cabaret Night
How long til the cabaret’s over?
I lie under darkening skies
A ship of fools, one fewer in number
Sails away

And the trees bowed down and the skies fell in
At the cabaret
They were dancing in the street for the pleasure of the meet
At the cabaret

Sing to me in multiple voices
Were you an angel of mercy or death?
At the edge of our still deep waters
We fade away

And the trees bowed down and the skies fell in
At the cabaret
They were dancing in the street for the pleasure of the meet
At the cabaret

Night comes with its blanket of velvet
I fly through the banqueting hall
Places set, but for guests long departed
We fade away

And the trees bowed down and the skies fell in
At the cabaret
They were dancing in the street for the pleasure of the meet
At the cabaret

Aon dha tri ceithir

Heads down on a journey of patience
We are lilies in the eye of the storm
Spring returns to a land oh so needy
We fade away

And the trees bowed down and the skies fell in
At the cabaret
They were dancing in the street for the pleasure of the meet
At the cabaret
And the children of the heir, they were gathered here and there
At the cabaret
In our books we’ll never find the peace we left behind
At the cabaret
Track Name: Zzzvv
Blinded by the stars, in the shadow of Apollo riding closer
Swallowed by the dark of the reed beds by the river running freer
Time will pass you by, hiding from view
Peace and sacrifice, cold comfort for you

Taken by the light, at our feet the blue green marbled skies of Venus
Straight lines to the edge
Cutting through the empty rocky plains between us
Leave the open flower, hide it from view
Soft beneath the wings of midsummer dew

Oooh madness
These are the thousand angry voices
Meet me at the beach as the train is passing
We’ll hear reflections of the sky

Children of the earth standing silently in wonder and in glory
Bowing all in time, while across the lawn the shadows are too many
Take a morning flight, hiding from view
Breathe the dying fire and ransom is due

This is the light that fuels my madness
These are the thousand angry voices
Meet me at the beach as the train is passing
We’ll hear reflections of the sky

Slowly falls the night, folding end to end across the fields of nowhere
Laying on me now like a hundred thousand breathless dancers
Leave them dying there, hiding from view
Fleeing to the sound of the numerous few

This is the light that fuels my madness
These are the thousand angry voices
Meet me at the beach as the train is passing
We’ll hear reflections of the sky
Track Name: A Sense of Texture
I’m crawling in at your window
I’m taking care of time
We’re lost like two lonely lovers
But the shifting has begun

I saw you standing there
Coat closed against the wind
Seasons of scents and textures
Skin soft beneath the wool

I've been falling apart
And I can’t see no aura around you
I've been back to the start
And seen sunlight flowing in rivers about you
And I’m down on my knees
I can walk through walls in another dimension
I can still talk to the trees

We’re hiding under a thimble
We’re holding back the edge
We’re in flight with moonbirds and visions
And charging for the sun

So, when shadows call through the night
And stars form clusters in our time
We’ll hear the driftings in parallel
And the circling of our world

I've been falling apart
And I can’t see no aura around you
I've been back to the start
And seen sunlight flowing in rivers about you
And I’m down on my knees
I can walk through walls in another dimension
I can still talk to the trees

Got numbers in my head too crazy to mention
Numbers in my head
Got numbers in my head too crazy to mention
Numbers in my head
I see where they go and I believe in forever
All that remains is the reflection of an echo

Vibrant in space time, still giving
A vision of air somewhere
The poet’s last words on a living tongue
Scoring a dream

Lost to the sound of a beating drum
We’re moving in time
The watchers of the world turn their eyes to us
And daylight takes them all away

Softly then we’ll glide past the shadows here inside
Gray in misty harmony, a white haired builder I would be
Let me take your hand, we’ll draw circles in the sand
Each one a spiral galaxy in Mr Gladstone’s armoury

Out of the blue from a memory
Young lovers to be
We hear the colours grow and turn to melody
A smell of grass in the air

In the dark hours of a winter’s day
Lying in warmth, to take my breath away
The voice of a child across the ages
Is this all I had to say

I’m back at the start of the circle
I've got time to call my own
It only starts when it’s over
And the shifting can begin

I've been falling apart
And I can’t see no aura around you
I've been back to the start
And seen sunlight flowing in rivers about you
And I’m down on my knees
I can walk through walls in another dimension
I can still talk to the trees

Got numbers in my head too crazy to mention
Numbers in my head
Got numbers in my head too crazy to mention
Numbers in my head
I see where they go and I believe in forever
All that remains is the reflection of an echo