Come Close to Me (feat. Janileigh Cohen)
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Four Thousand Weeks
03:27
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A nightbird sings on a hornbeam,
listen, it's a prayer and a call.
A star shines out in the morning,
the shadows bring me comfort
for the blessing of it all.
A mayfly lands on a thistle:
spirals at the centre of a storm,
a body sleeps like a whistle,
night falls on a high wall,
the blue moon changes form.
So many breaths to give our gift
to the open sky.
Four thousand weeks, this sacred shift,
days to laugh and cry,
days to dance and fly.
Thunderclouds brush across the morning,
shadows on a silkscreen of skin,
listen to the skylark calling:
the whistle of its body
will lift us up again.
A nightbird sings on a hornbeam,
listen, it's a prayer and a call.
A star shines out in the morning,
the shadows bring me comfort
for the blessing of it all.
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Visions of wild horses
running through the sea;
beauty of wild horses
breaking out so free.
All this distant legacy
is calling you like thunder on the ocean.
All this ancient dignity
frees the heavy heart that was so frozen.
Listen to the heartbeat
pulse in everyone.
Listen to the heartbeat
humming from the sun.
All this present prophesy
kisses you like sirens on the water.
All this endless odyssey
falls away and leaves you ever nearer.
These bones, so old, they hold
the marrow and the matter of it all
This skin, so thin, will shed
a light upon the living and the dead.
Feathers brush your body,
shudders on your skin;
wingtips on your ribcage,
birds are flying in.
Touched by time and mystery
nature guides you out across the seasons.
All this new found ecstasy
takes you to a shore beyond horizons.
These bones, so old, they hold
the marrow and the matter of it all
This skin, so thin, will shed
a light upon the living and the dead.
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I fell into a forest, the forest fell into me,
I was full of pine sap and seedlings, broken bark and decay.
The undergrowth is moving, a feather spins from a tree
I fell into a forest, a forest fell into me.
You’re flying all around me: a bright winged butterfly,
Circles overlap me: the storm cloud passes by
We fly into the forest, the forest flies into me
You’re flying all around me, a bright winged butterfly that flies so free.
Rise up, rise up,
take your time,
Trees don’t rush
across the line.
Dig down, dig down,
to your roots.
Earth is around you,
the soil surrounds you,
it will bury and bind you,
breath is behind you,
death will remind you
another breath will find you.
You have a dappled shadow, charcoal gestures in the glade,
woodcuts of the autumn, silhouettes in the shade.
Here is a map of your movement, the landscape you made.
the flowers of your body, the forest on parade.
Rise up, rise up,
take your time,
Trees don’t rush
across the line.
Dig down, dig down,
to your roots.
Earth is around you,
the soil surrounds you,
it will bury and bind you,
breath is behind you,
death will remind you
another breath will find you.
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4. |
The Letter
03:05
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The letter I'm expecting has a poppy between it's sheets
fading crimson petals of defiance and defeat.
the words for which I'm waiting went down with a ship of war,
a tidal wave picked them up and threw them to the shore.
The letter I'm expecting has grit between its teeth,
a tongue that wants to comfort me with passion underneath.
the envelope is folded and buried in the sand,
its secret can be read upon the lifeline of your hand.
Friends try to tell me 'pen and paper's out of date,'
in the end you know it's always worth the wait.
The post-box is a promise in the corner of my eye,
I am waiting for a letter from the sky.
The letter I'm expecting is love's unlettered light,
it says it can't express itself and then it says it might.
The word is indecisive like the wind upon the sand,
I am waiting for a letter from your hand.
I am waiting for a letter from your hand.
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Come close to me,
waves are approaching,
come close to me,
in your polka dot raincoat.
Vodka shots in the storm,
we wander the wavelength
of the light on the night boats.
Come close to me,
beautiful trouble,
come close to me,
at the edge of the thunder
Horizons recede,
we dance with the seaweed,
turn driftwood to tinder.
Come close to me,
lights are descending ,
come close to me,
in this turbulent weather.
We gather the rain
in the palms of our hands -
as we drink to each other.
Come close to me,
though we are broken,
come close to me,
the big sky has spoken.
This sheltering shell
holds a song of the sea
to which we have awoken.
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6. |
Love of the Seasons
02:38
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Ruby in the sunshine of the summer,
turning to green in the spring,
tapping on the whiteness of the winter,
in the autumn, we are falling down, we start to sing,
we start to sing
Moon makes a circle out of silvers,
sun’s dancing gold, around the earth,
you’re a pearl on a precious metal planet,
we are dizzy with the endless laughter of the universe,
the universe
Seasons of our love
Make love with the melodies of Mozart,
draw blood from a pen like Patti Smith,
throw solos on the fire with Jimi Hendrix,
they will feed you though the seasons,
they will burn you with a yearlong kiss
a yearlong kiss
Seasons of our love
A song has a sunrise and a shadow,
my tongue licks the moon beneath my feet,
each day has a spring of expectation,
listen to the quartet in the cavern of your own heartbeat,
your own heartbeat.
Seasons of our love
Seasons of our love
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Circus of the Sun
04:29
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Saw your porch-light under the full moon
curtains curl in the breeze.
We set light to a bonfire of fortune
in the shadows under the trees.
Finding pearls on shingle beaches,
sleeping in a hidden cave,
silhouettes under stony arches,
skimming stones into the waves.
There's no time for sleeping,
stars turn to rain,
the sun is a circus ring,
as it spins round again.
Midnight hands take hold of the darkness,
night unfolds without the day,
windows glint with bright constellations,
the stars will light the way.
There's no time for sleeping,
stars turn to rain,
the sun is a circus ring,
as it spins round again.
We take a flame from a bonfire of fortune,
face the wind like wild cats,
draw a line from one heart to another,
walk to the edge like acrobats.
There's no time for sleeping,
stars turn to rain,
the sun is a circus ring,
as it spins round again.
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8. |
Love's Direction
07:18
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Love knows every direction
Love knows every direction
I could spend the night beside you,
my lips and hands could kiss and hide you.
A skylight above stars may fall through,
paper walls candles burn through.
Love knows every direction,
Love knows every direction
Now is the gift of time to spend.
Savour it all from start to end.
The mirror ball spins inside out;
inside your breath outside a shout
Love knows every direction,
Love knows every direction.
Starlight is heaven sent,
sunrise lifts the days intent,
North Sea is old and cruel,
the Southern sky a rose tattoo for you.
Angel cries, she smokes and sings,
screams at cars, throws down her wings,
floats on boats through endless tunnels,
sounds her trumpet, crashes cymbals.
Love knows every direction,
Love knows every direction.
Starlight is heaven sent,
sunrise lifts the days intent,
North Sea is old and cruel,
the Southern sky a rose tattoo for you.
Meet you at the waterfall,
where the devil has a market stall,
spinning into freefall.
It's a dance, it's a dive,
it's a jive, it's a free for all.
Clouds collide, cotton and coral,
Angels prowl, free and feral,
battered beehives, broken bricks,
shattered glass, and old mosaics.
Here it is: the day inside you;
a hummingbird hovers and guides you.
Out of the blue the queen comes home,
Angel's cure is the honeycomb.
Love knows every direction
Love knows every direction.
Starlight is heaven sent,
sunrise lifts the days intent,
North Sea is old and cruel,
the Southern sky a rose tattoo for you.
Meet you at the waterfall,
where the devil has a market stall,
spinning into freefall.
It's a dance, it's a dive,
it's a jive, it's a free for all.
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9. |
Stone's Throw
03:00
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Throw a stone into the air,
let it hang, leave it there,
drop your reasons shed your cares
on the shore.
Pretend you are the ray of light,
or even darker than the night,
a moonbird dreaming in mid-flight
anywhere.
You can always fly
through the needle of an eye.
(Fly-eye-eye-eye...)
Invent a drama of your days,
retell it all in different ways,
you are the author of your plays
anyway.
You can always fly
through the needle of an eye.
(Fly-eye-eye-eye...)
You are a picture book of joy,
(Love a good story)
you make a choice how you destroy,
(Love a good story)
what you create, what you enjoy,
jubilation!
You can always fly
through the needle of an eye.
(Fly-eye-eye-eye...)
Reverse the living and the dead,
(Love a good story)
re-write the written and the read,
(Love a good story)
decide to have a different head,
hallelujah!
You can always fly
through the needle of an eye.
(Fly-eye-eye-eye...)
Throw a stone into the air.
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Roger Bygott Manchester, UK
Roger Bygott is an indie-folk singer-songwriter from Manchester, UK.
He's been a multidisciplinary artist,
an arts festival organiser and a meditation teacher.
On turning sixty, he decided it was time to get his music out there!
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