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Rocks
03:53
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Where we might have been making little sparks
We’re just banging rocks together and don’t remember how to start
Though we may have seen firelight creeping in
We no longer laugh about it
You just smirk and I just grin
Though the devil owes a favour
To let a little firelight in
I’ve still got his number
But I won’t want to be calling it in
Under flows the river
Under runs the Fleet
Beneath our feet a holy well is buried under this street
And with words so simple
I’ll just have to go and throw good money
Just to forget the half of what I now know
Because I’m no urban fox
And I can’t live on only rocks
But I can shriek like demons
And tower over tower blocks
I’d be howling at the daftest things
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Kittiwake Cry
04:14
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That was the kittiwake cry
Like I’ve never heard it before
Like I’ve only heard it in writing
It cares not a splash in the lake
For all of our shadow and doubt
For all of our uproar and slighting
Says I must be good
I must be brave
That was a drop in the wind
That was me dropped like a stone
Dropped like a fulmar in fluster
I must be good
I must be brave
We have been walking and squawking for hours
We’ve cut down the trees and we’ve trampled the flowers
We’ve dug up the old king and scattered his bones
We’ve woken his ghost in our turning of stones
Follow me follow me home
We can be back before dark
Follow me follow me home
I must be good
I must be great
Black and white or not at all
Better far to take a fall
Feathers ruffled but alive
Better far to take a dive
We have been walking and squawking for miles
We’ve tilled the dry earth and we’ve kicked down the stiles
Among all the old kings, asleep in their graves
When we could be wintering over the waves
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Sparrowfeather
04:12
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I'm just a sunup running late
Acting out, unsober
What's there witching us away?
Who's not been seen since october?
I've been facing the same way and breathing for 10,000 days
To hear you whistle past once more
And wash up on my shore
Rise up in finery fire-feathered
To come back down coal-dull
Sewn into your winter clothes
And crying like a gull
And pulling at the little tears in need of stitching and repairs
Too unspun and overwound to get the overtone to sound
I cannot make word today, but breathing spells and formulae
Sparrowfeather neutron star, I can't say how good you are
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Jay Sunaway London, UK
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