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Scraps : a collection of live recordings and demos from 2011. Includes a PDF booklet with Lyrics and accompanying artwork.

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released 12 April 2012
Recorded Live at "Asociacion Cultural Mediodia Chica" as part of Colectivo ¡JA!'s Conciertos Minimos V.
Recorded by Peter Memmer.

or Recorded Live at Holy Trinity Church, Colchester.

or Home Demos.

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Track Name: Canto de Hilar
Canto de Hilar
(Traditional Spanish)

no canto porque bien canto
ni por la gracia que tengo
canto por disimular una penita que tengo
ahora, ahora, lo traigo yo

la carta de mi morena
ayer tarde la perdió
ahora mi muero de pena
llorando, llorando, me quedo

casarte con migo Juan sabes que soy buena moza
cada día una perdiz
cada mes una mazorca
ahora, ahora, lo traigo yo

(I don’t sing because I sing well, or because I have talent,
I sing to mask a pain inside, and now, I’ll bring it forth.)
Track Name: 4 C/P
4 C/P
one of things I love about music
its a simple magic, and its this:
it only exists in its moment
then in a instant disappears...
for me thats a thing of beauty
by no means something to be mourned
and if we just learn to appreciate that
I swear we learn to love a little more
for love too exists in moments sometimes hours, sometimes life and if we learned to live in moments...
'cause my friends, your deaths made me realise
my friends, your deaths made me realise
my friends your deaths made me realise:
Life's just a touch like music.

Reach Out, Push Up, Speak Clear, Bring Love.
Track Name: the Great Judgement Morning
The Great Judgment Morning

(Bertram H. Shadduck, 1894)

I dreamed that the great judgment morning
Had dawned, and the trumpet had blown;
I dreamed that the nations had gathered
To judgment before the white throne;
From the throne came a bright, shining angel,
And he stood on the land and the sea,
And he swore with his hand raised to Heaven,
That time was no longer to be.
And, oh, what a weeping and wailing,
As the lost were told of their fate;
They cried for the rocks and the mountains,
They prayed, but their prayer was too late.
Track Name: (one for luck now) Colchester
(one for luck now)
If you can find the time to read between the lines: thats where I sing and play
it may seem absurd that some live and breath the word: oh thats why I sing and play
and I sing it up high, and I sing it down low
oh and I could sing all day
my love you-know its true that we shift twixt hues of blue oh thats how I sing and play
my little lover won't you sing with me?
how we could sing and play!
we could sing up high and bring it down low why we could dance all day
If you could find the time to read between the lines! everybody sing and play!
Pup, you know its true that we shift from red to blue Everybody dance all day, all day all!
Track Name: Moonshiners
Moonshiners
(Traditional)
I have been a moonshiner ever since that I've been born
I drunk up all of my money and stilled up all of my corn I'll go up some dark hollow and put up my moonshine still I'll make you one gallon for a five dollar bill.
I'll go up some dark hollow and get you some booze
If the revenue don't git me, no money will I loose
Come on all you moonshiners, and stand all in a row
You look so sad and lonesome, your lonesomeness I know
God bless them pretty woman I wish they all were mine Their breath smells so sweetly like good ol' moonshine
Track Name: the Owl & the Pussycat
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!'

Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?'
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose, His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.

'Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?' Said the Piggy, 'I will.'
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon, The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
Track Name: of Mountains & Molehills
of Mountains and Molehills

she's got this great ability
for making mountains out of molehills
mountains out of molehills
great fucking crevices from hairline cracks
and I wonder what she's seen this time
and I hate to think what she saw
she reminds me of that boy
who'd rather tear down the world around him
than put up with all the shit that surrounds him
he'd rather tear down the world around him
than put up with all this crap
but I wonder whats she's seen this time
and I hate to think what she saw
cause there's no holds-barred when the rage sets fly
and even a truth-confided becomes a blade which she may wield
her fury spews in shattered shapes,
all memories thrown a-field
and there's nothing she can't bend or warp to serve her cause
her minds all set aflame by ancient battle scars
blinded in her rage she's hitting low and hard
she's feeding off the pain that she accumulates
and she's making sure your screwed by every move you try to make
she's got this great ability
for making mountains out of molehills
mountains out of molehills
great fucking crevices from hairline cracks
and I wonder what she's seen this time
and I dread to think what she saw
Track Name: Migratory Bird (Caluu Caley)
Migratory Bird
(Caluu Caley)

the summer, shadowed, bows and backs away
and the weight of autumn falls the leaves again..
and so it seems...
you too must leave....

a migratory bird you are
who sets its mind on warmer climbs afar!
and leaves behind...
a heart resigned...
to wait for you till winters gone...
till rings on breeze of spring a light huzzah!
Caluu Caley, Caluu Caluu, Caley

and all the bloody boys cry “NO!”
and plead on to their loves “don't go”
for they all know that waitings slow...
wherever...
although we're spun around the sun... together...

and all the birds of paradise they say;
Calaa Calaa, Caluu, Caley
Calaa Calaa - it rings so clear
Caluu Caley - its lingers here
Calaa Caley - I'm drawing near
Caluu Caley - I'll wait my dear
Track Name: Warmth & Grace
Wamth & Grace

well its warmth and it is grace
that in your tender touch doth reside
I swore i'd up and give chase
at the first sign of our love's decline

for it gets warped, it gets weathered
and its sands are sifted
it exits in spaces hard to define

and it wells up in waves
and it ebbs and it lulls
just like anything that's swayed by time

and though you'd hardly raised your hand up to my face
it was just enough to give me sign
and though I'm loathed to be the one to put you in your place when enoughs enough, I guess that its time

(so it must be time to bring this back round)

and though your heart is beating faster than it was
and mine may well be slowing it seems
and then its: “get that away from me”!

so it must be time to bring this back round

Say what you will we will never get back to our old star...
oh man alive, we should never repeat what we've done...
screamed I've been blind and I'm dazzled by forms from the future...
but oh there's sweet repose, in your arms tonight:

where there's warmth and there is grace in our tender touch they reside
I swear I'd up, and I'd give chase
at the first sign of our loves demise
so it must be time, to call this one home
Track Name: Whip Crack Away (live)
Whip Crack Away

well if ever there's a will there's a way
and if you fear that your cards have been laid
there's no thing more clearly understood than:
“away bird, away, away”

so if you ever want to be a lover to me
if you think you can withstand my fate:
cause I’m dragging some tree that was fallen for me and still I’m pulled down by its weight
so if you ever feel the need to address
all these issues which rise to your head
then just look on back at all you’ve learned
all that you’ve loved
and all you’ve spurned
but don’t be afraid
don’t be afraid.

and if ever you’ve a need to be heard
above all of this clamoring and clattering affray
then just hold your head high
and with a blood curdling cry
sing Whip Crack Away!
Track Name: in the Light of No Dawn
In the light of no dawn.

sometimes a song can seep deep in your heart
and though you don't realise;
in lonely times it feels like home
and in the light, in the light of no dawn extinguished by my own hands
I must admit I feel the cold
and when the colds sets deep in my bones;
it sets a test for my resolve

on and on, still I tried,
I’ve reached out two too many times

on and in time as we pitch and we roll
define ourselves as enemies
we pitch, we trough, we sideways roll

sometimes a song can seep deep in your heart
and though you don't realise; in lonely times it feels like home

and when a song sets deep in your bones;
it sets a test for our resolve

and as for this song, when its over or gone,
ah, when it ends an emptiness me weighs upon.
Track Name: the Hornblower
the Hornblower

well, some would say I was hell-bent
on stripping you of innocence
but if you read between the facts
you weren't that difficult to crack....
I'll blown the horn, I'll be the one
the moments past; enough's enough
I've spoken words I can't retract
and now I'm never coming back....

hold me - but don't hold me to my promises
just 'hold me' - but don't hold me to my word
come hold me.... but don't hold me back....

oh love you hold me back
oh lover you hold me back
oh my love you hold me back.... too much....

flagrant tears from pleading eyes
reckless vows come reckless lies
with a voice matter of fact
its that I'm never coming back......
tables turned upon your dreams;
sheds & houses, knitted reams.
I promised all I had to come
you'll say I led you all along....

I'd say the opposite was true....
I lurched for love as best I knew...
although you swallowed all my crap...
I am never coming back...
Track Name: Strands & Lines
Strands & Lines
when will there be all strands and lines drawn here before me?
when will there be? its lit from one side,
the smile strikes the floor: there's nothing more....
we only hope that your content
it seems your mind is fully bent
and it always seems to be that hovering for all to see there's some other priority
and it makes me ask this question
it makes me ask this question
above me, to love me

too many metaphors in my head
not enough spoken, too much unsaid
'neath fickle feathers doth flesh reside?
projecting everywhere; old flames thrown
be your love so brittle? be your love so worn?
so thinly spread and so cleanly shorn?
and then you'd tear his bloody lights out!
tear his bloody lights out!
tear his bloody lights out and you've canceled all my rights out....
and its pick me up,
and bind me up,
and raising up,
you hoist me up.....
but the wind she calms, she says "love, it wasn't so" the forest folds and lets the memory go
curled into arms about her waist he lays his head
tears are shed, old convictions buck and sway
but still that ghosts not dead...
sing: when will there be?
all strands and lines, chips and shavings.
incensed, intention to spree.
the mouth forces shapes,
but nothing is heard,
no not a word.
Track Name: (one for luck now) Madrid
(one for luck now)
If you can find the time to read between the lines: thats where I sing and play
it may seem absurd that some live and breath the word: oh thats why I sing and play
and I sing it up high, and I sing it down low
oh and I could sing all day
my love you-know its true that we shift twixt hues of blue oh thats how I sing and play
my little lover won't you sing with me?
how we could sing and play!
we could sing up high and bring it down low why we could dance all day
If you could find the time to read between the lines! everybody sing and play!
Pup, you know its true that we shift from red to blue Everybody dance all day, all day all!