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Scraps

by animatedddog

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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.)
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4 C/P 03:28
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.
3.
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.
4.
(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!
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Moonshiners 02:17
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
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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.
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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
8.
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
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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
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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!
11.
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.
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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...
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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.
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(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!

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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 April 12, 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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