1. |
LIONS ( Acoustic )
05:18
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LIONS.
Bring me your lions, bring me your pride, and lay it by my side.
Show me your alliance, show me the deal, and maybe I can make this real for you.
CHORUS
Unfurl your map, stick your pins in anywhere,
Draw a thread, we can make peace there.
Call your orders, you can make them anywhere,
Break your bread, we can make peace there.
Bring me your wolf cubs, bring me your pack,
And lay them at your back.
Show me your scarabs, show me the sun and maybe I can get this done for you.
CHORUS.
Bring me your cheetahs, bring me the cards, I can be your Jack of Hearts.
Show me the dealer, show me the hand and maybe I can waive this one for you.
CHORUS.
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2. |
SYSTEM ( Acoustic )
03:24
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They're climbing a ladder
that reaches the gods,
although every rung is rotten
The people all follow
like blind hungry fools
humanity is forgotten
there's no treasures in heaven
no life on mars
at your feet the spiders are spinning
you can take all you need
and not plant any seeds
the currency of hate is winning
There is no place in compassion
for money and power
hierarchy and the crown
so bring your matches
your axe and your teeth
and bring this system down
the smokescreen will cloak
as the people all choke
on the lives that they aspire to own
whispers of resistance
wash up on the shores
can we not get blood from this stone
this stone is a weapon
this stone is a tool
this stone is a path and a voice
pushed into corners
and cornered in darkness
arrogant ignorant choice..
(chorus)
END.
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3. |
MUSEUM ( Acoustic )
03:21
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Through the museum doors
i saw you drink with dinosaurs
flip a coin, make a wish,
watch your money turn to fish and swim away
In the museum draws
theres tiny teeth in tiny jaws
flick a feather, cast a spell,
on the fish in the wishing well
they swim away
collecting gathering
the relics of our time
holding and hording
in our tiny minds
curating our lives
reasoning our rhyme
but when were gone
it will all swim away
Through the museum doors
hypotheses and metaphores
define yourself
file yourself
dust your thoughts and keep them on the shelf
they'll swim away
in the museum draws
there's tiny claws on tiny paws
find a bird skull, a bouquet,
a photograph of a forgotten day
it'll all swim away.
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4. |
SUNFLOWERS AND THE BEANS
04:21
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THE SUNFLOWERS AND THE BEANS.
There's a man growing Sunflowers, a girl growing beans,
And a story is written on the lines inbetween.
This story won't grow cos that's how life goes,
It's not like in the movies you know.
England waits for a hero, to bring the revolution and save us from the madmen, but no-one will be the only one to make the first move,
It's not like this in the movies.
These once were allotments, it's a graveyard now, but the sunflowers and beans push their way up somehow.
Take your offerings from the dead, life is turned on its head, its not life in the books that you've read.
England waits for a hero, to bring the revolution and save us from the madmen, but King Arthur and Jesus are dead men in stories.
It's not like in the this in the movies.
In a field full of cow parsley the sunflowers grow tall, and the beans spiral round them, they shadow us all.
These seeds we can plant again, life changes everything, its not like in the songs that you sing.
England waits for a hero, to bring the revolution and save us from the madmen,
But the madmen have never grown their lives from a seed.
It's not life this in the movies
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5. |
A SONG
03:04
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Well, you must just have one of those faces,
I knew you when I saw you through the flames,
I have held you in a hundred different places,
And I've called you one hundred different names,
And when you came to stand before me,
I knew the rhythm you would play,
And I will chase this song we sang forever,
Until I catch it again some day.
I saw you standing in the garden when we were small,
Saw you standing in the by the phone box in our teens,
I wake with a start thinking I hear you call,
These glimpses of you tumble through my dreams,
And when you came to stand before me,
I knew the rhythm you would play,
And I will chase this song we sang forever,
Until I catch it again some day.
Well you were drawn by the lure of the horses,
While i rolled away with the wheel,
Everybody is pulled by different forces,
But none of them will make this damn thing real,
And when you came to stand before me,
I knew the rhythm you would play,
And I will chase this song we sang forever,
Until I catch it again some day.
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6. |
PYRRHULA (Acoustic )
04:04
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Pyrrhula pyrrhula.
Pyrrhula pyrrhula
He's picking and pecking and hopping and dancing
Right there in the arms of the skeleton tree.
You find him, you loose him, you never did choose him
But freedoms a place where he wanted to be.
There's a fire in the trees,
You're caught on the breeze,
He eyes death, defies death,
He takes what he needs.
There's a price on his head,
He flashes his red
Flag and you cannot move,
You will not see him dead.
Pyrrhula pyrrhula.
Pyrrhula pyrrhula
He's picking and pecking and hopping and dancing
Right there in the arms of the skeleton tree.
You find him, you loose him, you never did choose him
But freedoms a place where he wanted to be.
The trees are in blume,
He whistles his tune,
You watch as your crop fades away like the moon.
How can it be wrong when your heart sings his song?
You sing it.
He wings it.
He's where he belongs.
Pyrrhula.
Pyrrhula pyrrhula
He's picking and pecking and hopping and dancing
Right there in the arms of the skeleton tree.
You find him, you loose him, you never did choose him
But freedoms a place where he wanted to be.
The twists that he makes
And the turns that he takes
Show a closely knit weave he will not move beyond.
His landscape is changing,
His world re-arrangeing
But his bones are their bones
And this is their bond.
Pyrrhula pyrrhula...
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7. |
BUTTERFLY ( Acoustic )
03:48
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Beneath this blurred old butterfly, a battered old heart breaks.
He could sweep you off your feet but that's not what it takes.
He could be the minotaur, holding up the gate,
But when the portcullis comes crashing down,
He's crushed beneath its weight.
The final curtain has come down,
Like a thief has taken the rhythm from his wings.
He still plays the part,
But he dances in the dark,
To the song the fat lady sings.
Some hundred miles and an ocean greet his waking mind.
Every inch of that land crushes him. Each surge leaves him behind.
He believed they would be film stars. Ginger Rogers. Fred Astaire.
But now that dream is crumbling and he's tumbling down the spiral stairs.
CHORUS.
Its the night of the finale. He's taken to the boards.
Hand in hand and smiling to the rapturous applause.
Kill the lights. Kill the magic. Everybody must going home.
But beneath this blurred old butterfly a broken heart will beat alone.
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8. |
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Instrumental.
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9. |
LIONS
06:13
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LIONS.
Bring me your lions, bring me your pride, and lay it by my side.
Show me your alliance, show me the deal, and maybe I can make this real for you.
CHORUS
Unfurl your map, stick your pins in anywhere,
Draw a thread, we can make peace there.
Call your orders, you can make them anywhere,
Break your bread, we can make peace there.
Bring me your wolf cubs, bring me your pack,
And lay them at your back.
Show me your scarabs, show me the sun and maybe I can get this done for you.
CHORUS.
Bring me your cheetahs, bring me the cards, I can be your Jack of Hearts.
Show me the dealer, show me the hand and maybe I can waive this one for you.
CHORUS.
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10. |
SYSTEM
04:41
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SYSTEM.
They are climbing a ladder that reaches the gods, Although every rung is rotten,
The people will follow like blind hungry fools,
Humanity has forgotten,
There's no treasures in heaven, no life on Mars,
At your feet the spiders are spinning,
You can take all you need and not plant any seeds,
The currency of hate is winning.
CHORUS
There is no place in compassion for money and power,
Heirarchy and a crown,
So bring your matches, your axe and your teeth,
And bring this system down.
This smokescreen will cloak as the people all choke on the lives they aspire to own,
Whispers of resistance wash up on the shores, can we not get blood from this stone?
This stone is a weapon, this stone is a tool, this stone is a path and a voice,
Pushed into corners and cornered in darkness,
Arrogant, ignorant choice.
CHORUS.
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11. |
MUSEUM
04:11
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Through the museum doors
i saw you drink with dinosaurs
flip a coin, make a wish,
watch your money turn to fish and swim away
In the museum draws
theres tiny teeth in tiny jaws
flick a feather, cast a spell,
on the fish in the wishing well
they swim away
collecting gathering
the relics of our time
holding and hording
in our tiny minds
curating our lives
reasoning our rhyme
but when were gone
it will all swim away
Through the museum doors
hypotheses and metaphores
define yourself
file yourself
dust your thoughts and keep them on the shelf
they'll swim away
in the museum draws
there's tiny claws on tiny paws
find a bird skull, a bouquet,
a photograph of a forgotten day
it'll all swim away.
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12. |
GUILLOTINE
04:47
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GUILLOTINE.
Lady Jane, Lady Jane, Had to stand in the pouring rain,
She felt no pain as she lost her head, they found it in a flower bed,
Here comes the candle to light you to bed.
These blackened skies are rolling by, looks like rain. Looks like rain.
Mothers call their children home, no more games. No more games.
Bloody Mary, Catholic Queen, friend of the guillotine,
Her Gardiner grows rows and rows of cockleshells and headstones.
Here comes the candle to light you to bed.
There are things children should not see in the streets today. In the streets today.
But headline news always finds its way into children's songs and childrens play.
Three blind mice, see how they run,
Bloody Mary gets them one by one,
They lose their tails, they lose their heads,
The candle lights your way to bed.
Here comes the chopper to chop off your head.
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13. |
BUTTERFLY
04:18
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Beneath this blurred old butterfly, a battered old heart breaks,
He could sweep you off your feet, but that's not what it takes.
He could be the minotaur, holding up the gate,
But when the portcullis comes crashing down, he's crushed beneath its weight.
CHORUS
The final curtain has come down, like a thief has taken the rhythm from his wings.
He still plays the part, but he's dancing in the dark to the song the fat lady sings.
Some hundred miles and an ocean greet his waking mind,
Every inch of that land crushes him, each surge leaves him behind,
He believed they could be filmstars, Ginger Rogers, Fred Astaire.
But now that dream is crumbling and he's tumbling down the spiral stairs.
CHORUS.
It's the night of the finale, he's taken to the boards,
Hand in hand and smiling to the rapturous applause,
Kill the lights, kill the magic, everybody must go home,
But beneath this blurred old butterfly,
A broken heart will beat alone.
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14. |
PYRRHULA
06:15
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CHORUS
Pyrrhula Pyrrhula, Pyrrhula Pyrrhula.
He's picking and pecking and hopping and dancing right there in the arms of the skeleton tree.
You find him, you lose him, you never did choose him, freedom's a thing that he wanted to be.
There's a fire in the trees, you're caught on a breeze, he eyes death, defies death, he takes what he needs.
There's a price on his head, he flashes red flag and you cannot move you will not see him dead.
CHORUS
The trees are in bloom, he whistles his tune, you watch as your crop wanes away like the moon.
How can it be wrong when your heart sings his song.
You sing it, he wings it, he's where he belongs.
CHORUS.
The twists that he makes and the turns that he takes show a closely knit weave he will not move beyond.
His landscape is changing, his world rearranging, his bones are their bones and this is their bond.
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15. |
QUEENSONG
06:02
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Turn your face to sky and watch the clouds roll west,
Let the songbirds fly from your breast.
The pain that was hung from a bloodstained name,
Has now been laid to rest.
CHORUS.
Beneath the weight of every tear shed,
The queen is dead, the queen is dead
From the black fires a new vision is seen,
Long live the queen, long live the queen.
The crown and the wreath roll side by side,
They shift with the times, they shift with the tide,
Ease the pain that hangs from a bloodstained name,
A nation breathes a sigh.
CHORUS.
The future moves into view, like a pallid ghost,
Her tongue weaves something new, a conductor of hope,
Ease the pain that hangs from a bloodstained name,
It's just water on a rose.
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16. |
HORSES
04:56
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I will sing you 9 black horses
with midnight plumes
they will lift their feet
as they carry you
pass me by , walk on through
pass me by, walk on through
i will sing you 9 black horses (x2)
(chorus)
I will sing you nine black horses (x4)
nine black horse (x2)
write me a world with windows and a door, scarfs on the ceiling,
and hats on the floor
write me a picture, press send and it streams, (x2)
but i can't hear your tiny screams,
through tiny screens
(Chorus)
I said people mutate
you said filters just fade
while the painting was weeping
i felt nothing change
the bottle of limerence
smashed and it streams (x2)
but i cant hear your tiny screams,
through tiny screens
(chorus)
Our cellulose chaperone
with a broken heart
place single after single
it tears him apart
our mischief maker has jigsawed our dreams (x2)
but i cant hear your tiny screams
through tiny screens
(chorus)
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17. |
THERE IS NO BOX
06:13
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instrumental.
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THE FERRETTS Belper, UK
Markus Ferrett-Paine, multi instrumentalist musician for 35 years and Nansy ferrett Paine, singer for 20 years, are a duo who have played the stages up and down the country with many other acts and now together use their musical talents to perfectly create energetic fresh original music. They decided to work together on their own outfit to rock the present & future with their unique gritty sound. ... more
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