1. |
Red Cloud
03:36
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The sky was a warning
Herald in help that should have come
The clouds feel like falling
Fire consuming the ground behind us
Drive faster, friend
Drive faster
I don't want him to catch us
God sends the lightning
Striking that church-man down
Won't feel like escaping
Door's still open
Door's wide open
Play tag and he'll catch us
January's red and blue this year, baby
Back and forth behind the rear-view lens
Gas is running low
And the storm's still coming
Fix it, baby
Fix me, baby
I love you
Why am I trying?
Nothing's true if nothing's real
Safe in this lying
If you can't stop me, no one will
Hold faster, friend
Hold faster
And dare him to catch us
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2. |
The Unquiet Grave
06:15
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Cold blows the wind to my true love
And heavy pours the rain
I only had but one sweetheart
And in greenwood she lies slain
In greenwood she lies slain
I'd do as much for my true love
As any young girl may
I'll sit and mourn upon her grave
For a twelvemonth and a day
A twelvemonth and a day
When the twelvemonth and one day were gone
The ghost began to speak
"Why sittest thou upon my grave
And will not let me sleep?
You will not let me sleep."
There's one thing that I want, my love
There's one thing that I crave
I wish for a kiss from your lily-white lips
Then I'll go from this place
I'll go from this place
"My bones, they are as cold as stone
My skin smells earthly strong
And if you kiss my cold, clay lips
Your days, they won't be long
Your days, they won't be long."
My time be short, my time be long
Tomorrow or today
May Christ in Heaven take all my soul
I'll kiss your lips of clay
O Down in yonder green, my love
Where you and I would walk
The first spring flower that e'er I saw
Is withered to a stalk
"The stalk is withered and dry, dear love
So will our hearts decay
So make yourself content, my love,
'Til God calls you away."
When shall we meet again, my love?
"O Nevermore we may
So make yourself content, my love
'Til God calls you away."
Cold blows the wind to my true love
And heavy pours the rain
I only had but one sweetheart
And in cold stone she lies slain
In cold stone she lies slain
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3. |
Hotspur's Hymn
01:11
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O My noble son, come take up thy sword
And to battle gladly go
When your hour is come and your war is won
Fear nothing but a death too slow
Weep no more, son of mine
For God gives thee what is thine
Do not fill your heart with woe
When your hour is come and your war is won
Fear nothing but a death too slow
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4. |
Flares
01:58
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I know I can't protect you when voices rise
And I know that you'll say something dumb when I try to apologise for just sitting there
And holding your head
And for knowing that you're always fine
And it's dumb to be scared
Because you'll laugh eventually when you light up those flares
And I guess I'll just sit here
And hold your head
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5. |
Burnout
04:05
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Friend of the fire
Reduced to ashes, scattered
Sticking to the bottom of your boots
Ready to be stepped on
And dragged through the carpets
Friend of the fire
Reduced to dust that you keep breathing in and choking on
When will she go away?
I’m so tired
And you can write yourself into oblivion
Pretend you’re the underdog
Fuck what the rest of them said
You don’t need friends
You don’t need anyone
No choice but burnout
Strike a match and set the flame
Stop whining, man up
Put your armour on
When will you go away?
I’m tired, I’m tired
And you can write yourself into oblivion
Pretend you’re the underdog
Fuck what the rest of them said
You don’t need friends
You don’t need anyone
Pull yourself down
And you can write yourself into oblivion
Pretend you’re the underdog
Fuck what the rest of them said
You don’t need friends
You don’t need anyone
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6. |
Flares (Reprise)
02:13
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7. |
Rhyme Song
02:58
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Angel mine, you circle still
And dip into the sun
You shoot into the waves below
A bullet from a gun
The stars don't care if we pursue
They care not if we cry
But angel mine, you still look back
You'll mourn us if we die
O Phoenix of the arctic, rise,
And herald in the day
I can see the skyline close
Home can't be far away
O Crossbows raised for sport tonight
We fire to the stars
Not so long until we're through
The ocean's icy scars
Fourty days and fourty nights
The sky is burning read
For the first time in a long time
I've got songs stuck in my head
Soon we'll all be safe at home
And lying in our beds
Just one more day 'til we're no longer
Wishing we were dead
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The Mother Shipton Prophets' Guild Janesville, Wisconsin
The Mother Shipton Prophets' Guild is a folk duo based in NY.
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