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Tread Softly
03:51
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Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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Hurtling Through
03:17
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Turn Around
03:00
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See the water softly run
and overcome the stone.
Breaking every border down
with softness alone.
How do words of kindness
change an armoured heart?
Appealing to the very child needing
kindness from the start.
Turn around,
Stop holding on,
We’re better than we used to be.
How does all your history
play out to empty hands?
Stories worn like braille
push through until you understand
Turn around,
Stop holding on,
We’re better than we used to be.
Let the darkness bring to light
the things that need to change.
The moon’s cross and the sun’s flight
must move to rearrange.
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Little Did I Know
04:42
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I thought I’d let you go,
I thought I’d let you go,
I thought a lot, little did I know.
I thought time was like a line,
Not round in circles like the trees grow.
I thought a lot, little did I know.
I thought love was something I could hold,
Preserve and swallow later like a trinket made of gold.
I thought a lot, little did I know.
Some things petrify in my mind,
Some things in my mind petrify me.
I thought we were running to a place,
And we’d get there if we’d just keep going.
I thought a lot, little was I knowing.
I thought I’d let you go,
I thought I’d let you go,
I thought a lot, little did I know.
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Wandering Aengus
04:53
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I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
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Public Menace
01:43
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7. |
King's County
04:18
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On a plane from Reykjavik,
High above the Atlantic,
No real films or music.
I’m an empty fallen rider broken in
A full arena of ticky tape and silver,
Expelling me from there
And I’m wishing the clouds apart
I’m wishing the clouds apart
Wishing the clouds apart
I’m heading down to King’s County,
First thing in the morning,
To where we polished apples,
Walked in the early winter,
And you know I’ll be home soon,
Beyond the clouds unending,
Home before the weekend,
To the South Pacific.
I’m wishing the clouds apart
I’m wishing the clouds apart
I’m wishing the clouds apart
I went to the poetic,
My dull being to find there,
To shatter and awake me,
From every fruitless vision.
I walkways called you from a cloud,
You wrote to me from windows,
I was climbing my way out.
I’m wishing the clouds apart
I’m wishing the clouds apart
I’m wishing the clouds apart
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Tiny Ruins Auckland, New Zealand
Tiny Ruins are a band based in Tāmaki Makaurau Auckland, comprising singer-songwriter & guitarist Hollie Fullbrook, bass player Cass Basil, drummer Alex Freer and electric guitarist/producer Tom Healy.
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