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Sickness divine
03:44
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SICKNESS DIVINE
Wasting time aimlessly I roam
Without you girl by my side
Klaxons wail
Tunnel street echo
Their serenade
Sickness divine
Daylight dies a ferris wheel turns
Waves split the bay like a knife
In my mind
Charity I hold you through the days
Sickness divine
Charity it's cold
Hold me tight
Charity it's cold without you girl
Sickness divine
(Words S H Jones)
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2. |
The soul driver
05:47
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THE SOUL DRIVER
The rain was fresh on the streets
The camber of the road hissed beneath
The soft caress of the seat
Sucked me back
The town arose above me
Through the tunnel like a dream
But nobody sees
Overland in a car
But nobody sees
The soul driver
A young man and his bride
Are laughing in a room as I glide
Under a sheet hung balcony
I look back
Cafes courtyards bakeries
Slide forever behind me
But nobody sees
Overland in a car that sails
But nobody sees
The soul driver
And as my thick hissing wheels
Hit the open road with a squeal
The soft caress of the seat
Sucked me back
(Words S H Jones)
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3. |
Jonny Lexington
03:16
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4. |
Sunrise
04:54
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SUNRISE
The floodplain is still
With our weariness the day’s end
Back to the wooded hill
Our leaning shadows lengthen
And though our bodies rest
Our minds still reach up through the leaves
For the purple Pershore plums
Thread smooth ladders through the trees.
The sun sets on the vans
As the abbey bells peel
Through the radio hum
Over the silted fields
It splinters through the crates
And seeps through the churns
Over Mick Preece washing
Its gilt ray turns all for a second to gold
Water like a scar snakes his ribs
And glints and drips
Into the swilling bowl
The sun sets in Georgia’s eyes
The sun sets and the wasp hum dies
The sun sets in Georgia’s eyes
Naked to the waist
Tight plum-stuck skin
On my arms around her
In my wasp numb touch
As the flood plains floods over us
In the green darkness of the grass smell
And her river scented dress
And the TV’s flicker grey and they flicker blue
And there is nothing on the flood plain
A child’s voice sings with the sunrise
It’s boy voice high and thin
As still as the morning reeds
The sun rises with the babies heads
To the mother breast
(Words S H Jones)
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5. |
Dialogue
03:38
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DIALOGUE
Doves circuit the sky
In the room where I woke
I heard them fly
Like a rush of blood
Into the endless blue
Out into the blue
Reflected light trembles on the wall
Where Hannah lies
I thought of you
And all the things I'd say
All the things I'd say to you
Out into the blue
All the things I'd say
All the things I'd say to you
She thought of a time
Saw herself by the lake
The house behind
Ringing with a tune
Of glass and chandeliers
Her loneliness grew
The evening brushed
Through her auburn hair
And closed her eyes
I thought of you
And all the things I'd say
All the things I'd say to you
Out into the blue
All the things I'd say
All the things I'd say to you
(Words S H Jones)
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6. |
Wooden leg
05:53
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WOODEN LEG
This arc sun burns his back brown
Highroad heat outside this town
This arc sun burns flecked with dew
As he stoops and opens the traps
He looks up into his darkened room
Long live the weeds
Pitted hoof tracks
Long live the weeds
His darkened room
His box of birds weighs him down
As he walks far from this town
His box of birds shrills and flutes
As he climbs the straw wooded slopes
He looks up into the harvest moon
Long live the weeds
Brushing his wood leg
Long live the weeds
This harvest moon
(Words S H Jones)
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The Dutchman
03:48
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8. |
Bullet head
03:54
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The Flatlands
05:33
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THE FLATLANDS
She knew in time that the gate would swing
She knew in time that she’d look up and see him
Behind the elms the snow clouds were gathering
Into the winter her voice would sing
She would stand and face the wind
Over the Flatlands came its tenor roar
Its legion force
And she would sing
Beneath the pylons in lace white fields
We cut the violets that came like phantom spring
Dress billowing down the path into the wind
She knew in time that the gate would swing
She would stand and face the wind
Over the Flatlands came its tenor roar
Its legion force
And she would sing
Out of the silence she raked the leaves
I stood beside her beneath the giant trees
I thought I saw a figure wading through the corn
She knew in time that the gate would swing
(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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