1. |
Prince Rupert
04:37
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PRINCE RUPERT
Rupert lies on a bed
In a chamber and watches the weeds
And the feather headed grasses
That waver on the grey stone balcony
He sees the blood stained silk white sky
Of another dawn arise
But Rupert knows this crimson morn
Will turn to dusk and night will fall
Before the day
Oh, give me this day Prince Rupert calls
Rupert hangs by a thread
On the wall above the cool soft bed
And daylight comes in flashes
Like memories of lightening through his mind
He sees the fleur-de-lis floor shine
Gold and white as the sun climbs
And glints into his ruby ring
Slipping from his finger pale and thin
Onto the floor
Oh, give me this day Prince Rupert calls
Rupert lies on a bed
Where the night bows her head
Stars weave their dreams around him
Shaken from her loose black raven hair
Give me this day
Prince Rupert calls
Words - S H Jones
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2. |
Macbeth's head
04:08
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MACBETH’S HEAD
How beautiful and unexpected it was
To wake and see the snow
Butterflying in through the open window
Sand dune drifting towards his feet
Blanketing his room
Covering his heirlooms and scattered things
All smashed up and sad
He felt so glad that they had gone
But still there beneath the snow
With Macbeth’s clay red arm around his neck
He said remember - don’t forget
Where you are you’re with me
His clay red arm like the muddy river
That rambles through the reeking town
Reaching for the sea
Macbeths head
Full of clover and the town below
Unaware of the time and the silent snow
Macbeth’s head
Full of barking dogs
The churls in rags their cloaks
The heads of stags clashing antlers
Their cloaks billowing down the silvery hills of sleep
Macbeths head
Blows a silver horn of dented stars across the misty heath
But... Come back he couldn’t say
Macbeths head
in the emerald eyes of dark women
Barefoot on the wharf
The north wind sing song singing through the gorse
Macbeths head
Down in the streets below
Blissfully unaware of the virgin snow
His purple tongue locked inside his mouth
Shouting drunken at the clouds
And a voice echoes through the landslide town
Beneath the bracelet bridge
Macbeths arm tenses round his neck
Don’t forget, don’t forget
Macbeths head
Full of the smell of stone
Macbeths head
Falls from the satin sky
His closed eyes - his eyelids open
Macbeths arm tenses round his neck
Don’t forget
Don’t forget
And how beautiful and unexpected it was
To wake and see the snow
Words - S H Jones
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3. |
The Nobody Inn
00:45
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4. |
Belief in the rose
04:08
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BELIEF IN THE ROSE
The rose bows it’s head
From the hedge to the shade
In the whispering calm of the cool colonnade
Unravelling dreams and deeds
As it unfurls the heavy scent
I tried to reach
It’s poisonous dreams so clear
Where death is death
And joy is joy so sweet
And I forgot your tattered head
Your rain battered dress
And I forgot your dark caress
I want your thorns to cut my flesh
My sallow flash
Your petals fall
But your thorns they remain
Through seasons I wait
For you blood flower again
And wisdom and time they tried
To scorn your world
But in the rose I will believe
Your pleasure your pain your dreams
Where death is death
And joy is joy so sweet
Words - S H Jones
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5. |
The street organ
03:57
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THE STREET ORGAN
The street organ plays its blithe tune through the town
Winding down the alleys with the yellow leaves
It meanders down bleak avenues where
The copper green monuments stare at nothing
It passes them by unheard
Waltzes with the ribbons of distant winter air
The messengers of snow
Moonstruck and gold
It croons with the lullabies that lull
The babies back to wombs
Confuses time with its merry sombre chiming
Calling back the old
Conjures daughters lovers sons
Fears mothers seasons minutes
Lost and found lost love spring and nothing
She sings like a bird that wakes up warm and thinks the winter’s over.
The street organs music is heard
For the first time here and the last time there and not at all
Cathedral quite and narcotic seas
In a mind of tide mark memories...
The strand of hair that falls in front of her face
...He woke up and called out her name
But only the street organ answered
The street organ plays down every road
Moon struck and gold.
Words - S H Jones
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6. |
Lady D'Arbanville
04:24
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7. |
Misfortunes
04:15
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8. |
The pear tree
03:38
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THE PEAR TREE
She hung her gown from the pear tree
And watched it swing
Above the daisies ox eyes
Like the flapping of wings
Through the blue marbled sky from her chest
And the trickling of sweat
The midday sun slants down around her through the leaves
Like a loosening embrace the colours fade
And the branches creak
The hanging gown in the pear tree
Flutters its limbs
Turns with her breath to autumn
The burning sky's a beckoning
With the song of the lark she could sing
To the summer but it left
The evening sun falls down
Around her through the leaves
Like a loosening embrace the summer wanes
And the branches creak
The hanging gown in the pear tree
Above her swings
Like earths abandoned angel
loosely flapping it's wings
With the regular rise and fall of her chest
Words S H Jones
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9. |
Ill omen
03:51
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ILL OMEN
It’s June and I see the woods
The quiet pools
The glades and blue hollows
I saw the woods were would with sorrow
So don’t stop clatter on
But it says ‘come on come on’
As doors swing open into lazy gardens
‘Come on come on
This is love don’t go on’
And I see the perfect wife
I can almost smell her apple breath
And her milky dress
She says ‘Come on come on’
This is love don’t go on’
I swoon past the pearly rooms
In staggered roofs
He waits for tomorrow
I saw his lips were mouthing ‘Follow
This is love don’t go on’
But I scream ‘Come on come on’
My iron horse my train my ghost companion
Come on come on my iron horse clatter on
And I feel its heart unwind
And pull me to its gleaming breast
Its black flesh
It says come on come on
Never stop clatter on.
The iron horse pumps its steam screaming whistle.
Words - S H Jones
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10. |
The horse fair
03:34
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THE HORSE FAIR
To where to where
I come to you like an arrow through the night
To where to where
To the horse fair
Cutting through the breeze
To where to where
I see the ribbons in her hair
To where to where
To the horse fair
Through the spring air
And the ribbons in her hair
To the perfect life of a distant mind
To where to where
These picture book scenes and wild seas
To where to where
To nowhere
To the horse fair
And the ribbons in her hair
From nowhere through blissful black nothing
Like no one to nowhere
To where to where
A steel slow note slow changing low string
To where to where
To the horse fair
The ribbons in her hair
But I am the black arrow that flies through the night.
Words - S H Jones
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11. |
*The Harp
04:02
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12. |
*Anchor Yard
04:03
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And Also The Trees London, UK
England, 1979 - present day.
Recorded 13 studio albums. Toured with The Cure. Robert Smith and Lol Tolhurst
produced early recordings. Have since toured frequently in Europe and on occasion America and Japan.
Known for their captivating live performances, a unique style of mandolin like electric guitar, poetic lyrics and dark jazz rhythms.
Most recent album - 'Born into the waves' 2016.
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