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Blackbirds
03:23
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I hear black birds, croak of crows
Ten long years of walking
looking for a dream of snow.
I hear black birds, fighting rooks
In the dark and overhead
The songbirds must be long dead.
I hear black birds, in the trees
I hear them
fight and fall
The past was burnt I see
smoked salty souls are dancing high
We take we test
The future fades out west
we are lost time brought low
and I hear black birds
Liars have a tendency
to vanish unexpectedly
the key is knowing when it’s time to go
I’d like to think you stepped outside
And found us both a sailing tide
But I see floods and killing fields
And I hear black birds in the trees
I hear black birds
They are singing
I hear black birds
They are hunting
The horizon drifts another mile away
The words mean more when you’ve forgotten how to pray
the birds are gathering
there’s feathers in your hair
we stood still for far too long
and I can hear them can you hear them I can hear them can you hear the blackbirds
I hear blackbirds, croak of crows
Ten long years of walking
looking for a dream of snow.
I hear black birds, fighting rooks
In the dark and overhead
The songbirds must be long dead
Songbirds must be long dead
Songbirds are dead.
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Mutual Friend
01:59
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She cuts her hands counting other people’s money;
licks her fingers for a taste of the copper and cocaine
She steps on cracks, breaks the backs of her mother
and her sister and her brother
and she’d do it all again.
She said: the moving pictures are telling my story again;
they mess up the timings, they take my beginning and ends.
They share all the lies and the rumours; I lose all my friends
Is it any wonder then, is it any wonder
that my heart beats faster
I’m a walking disaster
take a ticket, take a number, take a drink and do a runner
run away
The lamps drop glitter and the streets are never empty
And she kisses for the camera with a smile on ice
She drinks black coffee on the corner after midnight
And she doesn’t seem to hear them
till her name has been called twice
She said: they say that they love me but treat me as if I’m immune
to the pedestal height and the fall when they leave me too soon.
My life is in song but I never could carry a tune.
Is it any wonder then, any wonder
that my heart beats faster
I’m a walking disaster
take a ticket, take a number, take a drink and do a runner, is there anything that's funner? run away.
Oh I thought you knew me or something
Oh I should know better than that
Oh I let you love me for nothing
There’s something on the horizon
There’s secrets under my hat
She reads her future in the clicking of their fingers and the writing on the wall outside a private bar.
she keeps her boots on and a knife beneath the pillow and she sleeps with one eye open
but it’s focused on the stars
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zarahruth UK
North East-based singer-songwriter, who grew up on the Isle of Man. Story-driven folk-ish songs with lush lyrics.
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