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Hymn Peculiar
04:48
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Hirsute another point of view is nailed between the eye
ergo it stands to reason that she needs the other sign
to walk out of the door
black tooth she stole it off of Ruth and scraped away the lines
in between what was meant as real was slightly left behind
but we made it out okay
Are you still hanging out with your suicide friends?
It’s worse what they say of you than what you say of them
So to another point of view is left upon the floor
so to the counting up to ten is making up for more
Heaven is Death. Heaven is the End.
There may be gold in your hills
but there sure ain’t shit in mine
We walk out of the door
Our Setting Sun.
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The Gloomy Day
02:48
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Paper crowns the boy and scarlet were the nails
waffles feed the mouths, the carnival is stale
willow hands are bent into a fence
The trampoline in snow, the garden shed is cold
go and get the coal and rosemary for the stew
lumpen heads will warm upon the hearth
Winter swimming, star singing
chalking up the door to protect us from the storm
Boats sinking and I’m thinking
what would Dylan do or what would Bowie do?
But I can’t think much like that
none of us are tall, no none of us at all
In the abstract, a call back
crawling up the walls and the ringing of the bell
And the waiting for next summer
with what reason at my window-sill
Bruegal was a boy in 1535
I was a lad in 1984
Make of that what you will.
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If you want to say of someone the something that they lack
But don’t know yet
And if you want to be of nothing the nothing that you ask
Then let it out
Or if there was a way, if there was a way
To be the holy ghost
And if there was a name, if there was a name
That would hold them back
Don’t get lost
The seeing of the seven pillars is just a waste of time
When time’s enough
The seething of a million children says nothing of the past
In their Daddy’s eyes
Go and gone away, gone and here to stay
For a camel ride
Go and gone away, go and gone insane
Like the camel’s ass
Curried goat
No one spoke
Awkward he mustered out of the custard a line for a joke
Daydream is sending all of the mending that was broke
Coastline is calling out to a dry wall, ‘Hold your own’!
Season is needing nothing worth reading, nothing of note
So we call it out, one by one
Count it off, count alone
Broadside was bleeding, no one was heeding his call
Outward appearing inward deceasing
O, Lord!
Is not here
Or there
If there was something that we could pull off!
A jumper, a toadstool, a ring or a cough
If there was nothing that we could get off on
On! On!
O, well then say ...
And if you want to be of nothing ...
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Higher Than Hoy
02:33
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Bring Deeps to the water the Scorradale Road
And if there’s a mither we’ll carry her home
Orphir and Crya go down to the sea
They’re cleaving the Grey House for you and for me
But what do they see?
Faux Caro Sculpture is split down the knave
The Plinth is a moron Swanbister’s ashamed
And will be again
They’re spiking the ground with the flags that they made
The wind thinks it funny so blows them away
To the Hall of Clestrain
He thinks of a mountain she gives it a name
But neither is better so they start again
But higher this time
Ersatz the Sculpture that fits in the ground
Plinth has decided to hammer him down
Hammer it out
When they call me I just don’t hear the sound
Of Hoy and Graemsay around
Houghton has the Sower Road to know
That I must go
To the Quoy where the Bouy will drown the sound of me
To Auskerry
Orphir had authored the Tourist demise
Plinth and the Sculpture had paid him the tithe
And Crya is happy the mountain is high
Higher than Hoy.
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I Hear You Calling Me
02:24
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I hear you calling me from the bottom of the deep blue sea
everybody knows that’s where you want to put me
on a gloomy day, on a gloomy day
I hear you calling me
Go to Calvary be a martyr for me
a second suite for thee is just beginning
on a gloomy day where no one plays
Lah da da dee dee da da
Things I’ve held before like the unmoored bed
Oh, what to be? Oh, and what to see and
oh, what to know in the freezing snow?
Can it really be, can it really be
that they’re calling me?
And where are the blows that will bring him down?
And where are the words that she can sing him now?
Where are the clothes for the one’s in show biz
If they wear it well?
Were I not to disappear into sleep
Everybody wakes up and slowly goes to work
Everybody knows it’s time to go there
To the deep blue sea
I hear you calling me.
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Victory
03:31
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I said it with laughter, then I said it with spite,
‘Who’s looking over your shoulder tonight?’
You said without warning or knowing the time,
‘We’ll get what we’re after when we get in the line’.
But the road is down, yes the road is down
I live in haste like Axel Heyst
You live like a garden alone in space
Between us both a sense of the past
Alone and at most the loaded hand
But the boat is out, yes the boat is out.
You wait for him as if you’re the Seraphim
No weight is all will save us now
Go back again and re-think this island
I never wanted to hold anyone
But you showed me how, yes you showed me how.
All day it’s been as if the sky fell in
O no! you cry is this where it ends?
He comes to you and you shoot him two by two
Such urgency will hold off the last
Kick out the lights and go to bed
Your sleep will carry me home
And wait until I get back
To tell me I was wrong
I was late
And you never lied
You didn’t let him
Because you’re mine
Yes, you showed him that.
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LJA Brown London, UK
LJA Brown is a singer/songwriter based in East London.
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