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Cornstalk Girl
03:56
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The last pew of the church
Was your winter home
And where the ridges rose
Crow now walks alone
And walking down the aisle
The curate strikes his pose
Bathed in reds and blues
You now feel the cold
From the wall the new guy stares
At the cornstalk girl
He’s the only one watching her go
The crown has passed, leaving her free at last
“Good luck, my friend; don’t say I didn’t tell you so”
“The bounty of these fields
Was once mine to give
And at harvest time
They’d thrill to hold me tight
But I’ve seen their eyes change
From joyful adoration
Through intolerance
To indifference”
From the wall the new guy stares
At the cornstalk girl
He’s the only one who catches her wave
The crown has passed, leaving her free from care
“Good luck, my friend, you’ll be an old one someday”
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Fifth Column
03:33
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I’m not your baby
What are you trying to say
If you really want freedom
You have to find all the chains
This lazy talk
Gelatinous and bad for us
Sweet flowers, familiar places
And we forget our way
So let’s be brave
And talk about love
Like it matters
Let’s talk about our loves
‘Cause they matter to us
They give themselves away
By being too familiar
The cost of liberty is eternal dirt
They want us to stay clean
We’ve so much to talk about
Let’s use real words
It’s not pedantry, it’s joining the battle
Connect the dots, don’t leave the scene
Let’s be brave
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Small Fleas
03:31
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Take a seat. Close your eyes.
Are you really sure that you’re in charge?
Isn’t it ludicrous to think you are?
Describe the parts. Ignore the whole.
Are the sun the moon the stars
A speck of dust a trip to Mars
A fiction or hallucination
Grain fed or man made?
Questions from the scullery floor
Philosophy from the corner of the room
Faint whispers from the top of the stairs
All asking… who?
One or two? Two or one?
Does the answer matter anyway?
Ever ask yourself what that implies?
Knowing more. Understanding less.
The evidence is mounting that
We don’t know what we’re doing so
Do we have time to get to square one
Are we still the top of the heap?
Big fleas have little fleas on their backs to bite ‘em
And little flea have smaller fleas and so ad infinitum
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Black Jumper On
03:37
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Hopped in the van with my black jumper on
Tried to look sad but I got that wrong
One row back in the family pew
Tried to sing the hymn but my pitch wasn’t strong
If you looked down and saw me there
Next to your niece, me with unkempt hair
A lonely jumper in a sea of suits
You sounded nice, I don’t think you’d care
This person you never met was loved
This person had a nuanced time
This person filled a room with grief
This person might have passed you by
With a black jumper on
Don’t like the music and the food’s so-so
The drinks are free but the service slow
Move through these people to the few I like
Look through the photos of your life on show
The day grows warm, the jumper’s removed
Stories are shared, family history reviewed
Your niece is ready to be on her way
I doff my cap and so we conclude
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Lowlands
03:20
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Coming down from the mountainside
Down to the lowlands low
We could see from our mountain
But now that old wind’s blowing cold
Coming down from the mountainside
Down to the lowlands low
We’ll grieve our mountain
But there’s friends and warmth below
While the storm is howling
We’ll teach our hearts to sing
Come meet me by the fire
And dream of spring
Listen to the stories told
Down in the lowlands low
We’ll clear the tangled roots
So that brave new things can grow
Listening to the stories told
Down in the lowlands low
We’ll fill our spirits
For that long uphill trek home
Though the wolf is prowling
We will not let him in
We’ll watch the night together
And plan for spring
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Rest Now Lucy
03:40
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Poor old Lucy
Nothing left to say
This world has taken your words away
Your heart still beats
Regular but weak
It keeps you here, distractedly
Rest now, Lucy
Calm your mind
Here you’ll find dignity
Your clothes are clean
You just can’t stay
At Dr Fallon’s meetings
With hymn and prayer
You learn to see that devil standing there
You try and bear the burden
You draw on the divine
But still the change eludes you every time
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Barrabas
04:34
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Meets Judas for a drink but he’s late again
Drops into his seat with “Hello my friend.
God this beer is awful, so weak and sulphurous,
But what do you expect in a place so malodorous?’
And everybody knows how this one goes
“Saw The Ox the other day, you know he oughta be ashamed
Still his jumped up little bitch, and The Lion’s just the same
And as for Tweety Bid and Angel…” “Man, you gotta let it go.
It’s Himself that’s to blame but He’ll never say so”.
And everybody knows how this one goes
Listen to the story; the story’s wrong
Those who suffer right the songs
So he sits back in his chair and signs, sings along
And everybody knows how this one goes.
Yeah, everybody knows…
“I know you’re right, but they weren’t your friends.
We shared bread and wine and faith, then they left me hanging,
The poster child for a legendary crime,
Not a minor revolutionary lost in time”.
And everybody knows how this one goes
“Well, here’s to us! Fuck those jerks.
If it wasn’t for us, the story wouldn’t work.
They’re telling the story, but we we’re there
We’re just fools for ever thinking that they’d play fair (‘cause they don’t)”
And everybody knows how this one goes
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Dust Patterns
03:54
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The clock in the board room marks time
More precious than the ticking on the line
The cleaner who sweeps the stairs
Gives more back than anyone there
Dust patterns in concrete
And quiet benches
The bell rang an hour ago
The factory is useless
Dust patterns on the concrete
And on quiet benches
The bell rang an hour ago
The factory is useless
Flattened space and padlocked gates
You pulled up the factories like weeds
You liked it when the losses were shared
Not the politics of envy, just plain greed
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Mostly Wrong
03:42
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She doesn’t struggle with the calmness of the new
Repacked by the confident and young
She looks up to smile as they strike a pose
Goes home to flick through the vinyl that she owns
Her enthusiasms are mostly outgrown
But those that remain keep her engaged
While not open to change, she’s happy to roll things around
Swap their parts and see how they sound
It’s something like a calling
Not quite divine
But there’s nothing you can do when it calls your name
You’ll never win
That’s angel you’re wrestling
They’ll teach you respect in the end.
A multiple offender of unhistoric acts
Her obscurity is well earned and yet
These imaginatively limp young men
Take too much and offer less
The godmother of rock and roll wears Gottwald’s hat
The balcony swapped for the stages edge
And Carol puts felt on the strings of her bass
For the simple reason she likes it that way best
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Goodbye
03:56
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You don’t see the wood
You don’t see the trees
A tentacle unfurls
You see what you want to see
Magpie drops her rock
Mould still finds its way
You fall in freefall and
Still think that you’re ok
Here’s your hat and coat
Time now folks
With a little wave
Goodbye
Geometry in water
Music in the stone
I’m pretty good at making things
But I got you wrong
Helixes in the garden
Colours in the sky
Wiping clean the slate
Finding a new style
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No Aloha Records Pratdip, Spain
No Aloha Records is a small independent record label based in Pratdip (Spain) dedicated to independent artists. We cover lots of different styles going from indie, punk, pop, jangle, surf and hard-core, to folk, rock and instrumentals.
