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Red Valantino
04:39
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Red Valentino
In my stone solemn head
I chase the paradise
Beyond the streets where my eyes cannot reach
I follow you past the neon sign
Red Valentino
In sick heart paradise
Red Valentino
How I could reel to your music
Red Valentino.
In my stone solemn head
I chase the paradise
You bend and sway through mirror-hall wheel arches
Down the chrome parades
You know the truth
Of the errant night
Red Valentino
In sick heart paradise
Red Valentino
How I could reel to your music
Red Valentino.
In my stone solemn head
I chase the paradise
The velvet dark soft beating of your heart
I follow you
Through the shameless night
Red Valentino
In sick heart paradise
Red Valentino
How I could reel to your music
Red Valentino.
In my stone solemn head
I chase the paradise
I see the trains
And wonder where they go
And from where they came
I see them come and I see them go
But the light still flashes
Red Valentino
I see you in your shark suit
With your high collar high
Switchblade paradise
And all I feel are the veils of rain on my face
Switchblade paradise
And the veils of rain on my face
I follow you Past the neon sign
Red Valentino
In sick heart paradise
Red Valentino
How I could reel to your music
Red Valentino.
words S H Jones
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2. |
The fruit room
04:07
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THE FRUIT ROOM
The jasmine grows in through the walls
Into the fruit room its perfume blows
The lucid sun before the storm
Around the cot where
She listens to the hush of the corn.
The mellow rhyme of slow rain falls
Before the summer storms
Swell round the fruit room
And buckle the pip scattered floor
And the breeze from the west utters.
The jasmine grows
Slowly uncoils into the summer storms
Baskets and blades hang from the walls
Around the fruit room
A shipwreck in an ocean of corn.
The jasmine grows in through the walls
Into the fruit room its perfume blows
The lucid sun before the storm
Around the cot where
She listens to the hush of the corn
And the breeze from the west utters.
Words: S H Jones
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3. |
Men of absolute
02:35
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MEN OF ABSOLUTE
Oh men of absolute no more
The angel's taken back your golden wings
Oh men of absolute no more
The flag will shroud the past for you
Oh men of absolute no more
Time has come to break and fly.
Oh men the drum it beats no more
And down the wild track
Your sweetheart sings
Oh men the drum it beats no more
Your children lie in wait for you
Oh men the drum it beats no more
Oh men the drum it beats no more
Oh men of absolute no more.
Words - S Burrows / S H Jones
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5. |
Blind opera
05:41
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BLIND OPERA
My dead lords... my dead lords
Your strange ringed fingers turn,
Turned to knots of scented wood
From your arms that held our secrets fell the fruit
My dead lords...
You hold the past.
And I confess the uneasiness
Of my love for you my lords.
My anger gives me strength my lords.
You loved and listened to the lovers
But we have stopped listening to you
We have stopped listening to you my lords
We've paralysed the pain.
And the wind in your bare ribs
Uttered still the tunes of lovers
In the geese Vee'd sky.
My dead lords
I confess an uneasiness in my love for you,
Confusion in my passion.
Were you the song of September
That charmed the fieldfares?
When your rotten skin grew hard
It fed your minion crows,
My black shining brothers
My dead lords
Oh my dead lords
I confess...
...I confess
My anger gives me strength my lords.
I kissed your hard crusted rotten skin.
My uneasiness it grows
But you my Morton lords
Live on in my anger
Like the sun.
Words: S H Jones
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6. |
The dust sailor
04:26
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THE DUST SAILOR
I am the dust sailor
Drifting deep on the southern breeze
I smell the cold
Welsh sinking sea
Float down through the mirage heat
Of the south with me
I comb my way down beaches
To the jetsam dry towns.
In the grease dens
Through the reefer haze you call
With the smoke that pirouettes
Down harbour streets
To the dust track dawn.
I am the dust sailor
Drifting down through the south to you
I wander through the shuttered rooms
Down every ravine street
Of the south for you
I sail the singing silence
Of the desert Simoons.
I cannot hold you
In my mermaid painted arms
You are the smell of oranges
And distant bells
In the dust track morn.
I am the dust sailor
Lying deep in the mirage view,
I sleep with you
I wake with you
Down neath the golden skull
Of the southern moon.
I see a day that stretches
Like a secret unknown.
From the bulls blood
On the hot afternoon sand
To the cockerels crowing us
From high blue dreams
To the dust track dawn.
Words: S H Jones
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7. |
The woodcutter
05:02
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THE WOODCUTTER
He tried to say
That she meant nothing at all
Walk down the rivers
And under the bridges
The bells mocked foolishly
Walk down the rivers
And under the bridges
The bells mocked foolishly.
Like dry leaves through scarce memories
She would reach to him through the deep
He believed.
She rides the waves
That whisper up to the shores
Her crescent figure
Through green waters glimmered
The dream glossed estuary.
Like dry leaves through scarce memories
She would reach to him through the deep
He believed.
The woodcutter he stared
Towards the eastern coves.
With eyes to stroke
The torrid wave beaten shores,
From the horizon
Of nowhere she glided
Her oak breast cut the sea
From the horizon
Of nowhere she glided
Her oak breast cut the sea.
Like dry leaves through scarce memories
She would reach to him through the deep
He believed.
The woodcutter he stared
Towards the eastern coves.
Words: S H Jones / J Jones
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8. |
River of flame
04:40
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RIVER OF FLAME
River of flame
River of flame
The lightening is his slave
River of flame
Cinders like rain
The brightness lights the way
Prints in the snow above
Glowing a deep sleep comes
River of flame
Never the same
The fire curls in waves
Makes music sweet as love
Roof-top a steam street heard.
Words: J Jones
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9. |
Mermen of the lea
03:41
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MERMEN OF THE LEA
An owl hoots the moon
Searches from the sky
Pierced with its sister stars
And the mermen of the lea
Sing their silken song to me
Curling down the dark wind
In Green lane.
Calling me back
To the blissed black lonely field seas
Oh let me swim with you this night alone
The mermen of the lea
Oh sing your silken song to me.
Far from the lantern swaying
Summer dusk your seaweed breath
Screams brine out of the bay
Your reaching arms and eyes
Caress and leave the sleeping,
Like horses leap the narrow thistled fields.
Oh mermen of the lea
Sing your silken song to me
As your far off seas careen the ships
Oh mermen of the lea
Curling the black winds through the trees.
Words: S H Jones
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10. |
Man who knew
02:30
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11. |
Jacob Fleet
05:55
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JACOB FLEET
My name is Jacob Fleet
I feel the solid world
Revolve beneath my feet
I stride over plains
Through the copse
And through the glade
I pace through the day.
And a voice tells me
'Never stop never stay
Don't let your shadow fade.'
I scale the steeple streets
All empty but for song
Woodsmoke and Sabbath meat
I pace down the lanes
If I stop my shadow fades
I walk and I pray.
And the wind tells me
'Oh come back home again'
And the hedges began to hum
'Never stop never stay
Don't let your shadow fade.'
My name is Jacob Fleet
I walk the golden mist
Of Alabaster street
My scant figure strays
Through the lost
White lilac lanes
Where heavens angels prey
But I will not stop or stay
I rage into the day.
And the wind tells me
'Oh come back home again'
And the hedges began to hum
'Never stop never stay
Don't let your shadow fade.'
I saw a girl standing by a pail
I heard the tell-tale wind
In the windmill sails.
Words: S H Jones
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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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