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lyrics
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
mon titre du moment sur mes cailloux de la plage de frontignan plage, une immense émotion de bien être m'envahit, ce titre me touche beaucoup jipé_yoda
Every time I think I’ve uncovered all the hidden gems I find another one, this is fine music. This band has two other more recent releases not available on Bandcamp, also amazing. Kind of a mix of genres with the post rock backbone I enjoy so much, very talented! Deej
