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Brigid Begrudged
04:19
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Begrudged and mudded month,
In bovine lumber, bears the brunt while inside
sleepers slump to stir the dark days on snooze,
it’s the winter’s refuse
Look between the blades of grass and ask yourself
Look between the blades of grass and ask yourself how long
Weave a sun of tasselled grass to call the gold along
Weave a sun of tasselled grass, the green we walked upon
Deep within the bark lies
A belly of death, core of still encased in breath
Shoes laced in messages, the network reboots
With nothing left to lose
Look between the blades of grass and ask yourself
Look between the blades of grass and ask yourself how long
Weave a sun of tasselled grass to call the gold along
Weave a sun of tasselled grass, the green we walked upon
Brigid bring me fecund pollen
Brigid bring me what was stolen
Brimming with the songs of mallow
Bursting out the bulb we are yellow
Look between the blades of grass and ask yourself how long
Weave a sun of tasselled grass to call the gold along
Weave a sun of tasselled grass, the green we walked upon
Bind me in rushes and walk me down to the river today
our ankles will freeze again, blessing the spring
as we bury winter
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And when we walked the water was gurgling,
Down to the rocks where the fountain sprung
And all the leaves they are a’ dancing,
Oh the waltz of the wind, the waltz of the wind,
And when we played the bumbles were buzzing,
In the meadows made in our harvest’s caress,
And all the leaves they are a’ dancing
Oh the waltz of the wind, the waltz of the wind,
And now we walk by the water gushing
Eroding banks flooding our own homes
And all the leaves they are a’ dancing,
Oh the waltz of the wind, the waltz of the wind,
And now we play to soulless symphonies
Of generations capitalized by technologies buzz
And all the leaves they are a’ dancing
Oh the waltz of the wind, the waltz of the wind,
Can the sun come out shining on a bright tomorrow
Rebalancing the suffering and sorrow
Will the waltz swing us back in
Will the wind blow us back in, NO!
Autonomy is bound to win instead of sitting waiting wishing we’ll stop ‘doing’, filling up a pool that never quite trickles back down,
will it ever trickle back down, will it ever trickle back down back to…..
When we walked the water was gurgling,
Down to the rocks where the fountain sprung,
And all the leaves they are a’ dancing, (go above Hazel)
(Start with Hazel) Oh the waltz of the wind, the waltz of the wind,
Oh the waltz of the wind, the waltz of the wind,
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Rosemary Kennedy
05:26
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This life doesn't fit her she's gasping for air
They see pots boiling over and knots in her hair
So prescribe her a husband, to keep her in line
Or it's off to the house of mad women in time
It's time dearest madam, it's time to come down
From notions of freedom to feet on the ground
Get back in your box and don't you complain
It's time to put food on the table again
We've got a drug that you're going to love
To ease your transition to spitfire to stove
It's perfectly harmless and made just for you
A pill fit for peacetime in yellow and blue
She doesn't fit, in the mould we have made her
Lets melt her down, in order to save her
Strap her decent to a hospital bed
And never you mind what she said
Rosemary darling amdassadors child
All the boys whistled when Rosemary smiled
Slow to learn quick to burn, famous by name
One of these days she will bring us to shame
Deliver her from evil isn't that what they cried
As they plundered her liberty robbed from insde
A stab in the dark to silence her tongue
We'll hush up this stitch up and thy will be done
She doesn't fit, in the mould we have made her
Lets melt her down, in order to save her
Strap her decent to a hospital bed
And never you mind what she said
So who's in the lab and who's on the ward
They'll never say who invented the sword
So if protest is madness then scream as you may
But don't let the powerful take you away
She doesn't fit, in the mould we have made her
Lets melt her down, in order to save her
Strap her decent to a hospital bed
And never you mind what she said
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Yonder Blue
05:12
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There's more to you than meets his eye I think it's plain to see
He fails to see the light in you that's luminous to me
Though often I hear thunder and lately I see rain
Does he truly stop and wonder if he's the one to blame
You deserve a hundred roses and a thousand more delights
And you shouldn't have to battle for your basic human rights
And the things that you endure for love I cannot condone
And it breaks my heart to see you drawing blood from a stone
And I know that moving mountains is more than you can try
Your energy a fountain that's ever running dry
But if seeing that blue yonder is what you decide
I would walk you up the highest hill to see the other side
You are stronger than you know with acres left to grow
And you could cultivate a paradise your own seeds to sow
Perhaps its hard for you to see for freedom is uncertainty
But a garden in full bloom my love seems glorious to me
And I know that moving mountains is more than you can try
Your energy a fountain that's ever running dry
But if seeing that blue yonder is what you decide
I would walk you up the highest hill to see the other side
Theres always fairer weather when you spend time apart
But logic matters little when conversing with your heart
And you do not need to tell me now you meet me eye to eye
I see you have decided to give it one more try
And I wish you all the best and I hope it all works out
And I hope that in your labour you can turn this ship about
But if ever you decided to abandone this old boat
I'll be waiting in the water to keep your head afloat
And I know that moving mountains is more than you can try
Your energy a fountain that's ever running dry
But if seeing that blue yonder is what you decide
I would walk you up the highest hill to see the other side
And if you're weary of your climbing I'll remind you of the view
And we'll walk together side by side, into Yonder Blue
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Lucy & Hazel Sheffield, UK
Sheffield-based duo, Lucy and Hazel, write songs on feminism, politics, climate, land rights, swamp monsters, lawns and anything that get's their goat. Playing guitar, uke, melodeon, clarinet and blending voices in harmony, they draw influences from multiple musical traditions from Europe, and the comings and goings of Hazel's brain. ... more
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