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Hex into Dream State
02:32
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Instrumental.
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The birds eat the corn seed, o
Flown through the valley, o.
Rain falls so on it must go.
Down to the fields where we sow.
The fields will be sown. The fields will be sown.
If you'll take some sorrow, we'll leave you some gold.
Neath the eyes of the scarecrow, the fields in the fold.
Into the future, the seasons still turn.
Through the eyes of the scarecrow,
There's so much to learn.
Here we eat the scorn see, o.
Grown in the valley low.
Down to the fields we will go.
Dawn breaks now we must sow.
Pray for the sunshine but prepare for the cold.
Tend to the fields and they'll rise up in gold.
Don't leave heads hanging, there's work to be done.
With the ears in the baskets, all will be won.
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A Siren Song
05:10
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Broken by the heat,
waiting for release on Midsummer's day.
You have me in mind,
I'm powerless to resist a story as old as time.
You are the queen who found this hive,
desperate for the simple life.
As certain as the world will turn,
the siren song it keeps me alive, it keeps me alive.
Before the setting sun,
there's so much to do that we have just begun.
There's magic in the song,
that can only spring if I have you in mind.
You are the queen who found this hive,
desperate for the simple life.
As certain as the world will turn,
the siren song it keeps me alive, it keeps me alive.
You drew me to the fields and laid me down,
until I knew what was real.
The shadow of the sun on Midsummer's Eve,
you laid me down, you held me in your eye.
You are the queen who found this hive,
desperate for the simple life.
As certain as the world will turn,
the siren song it keeps me alive, it keeps me alive.
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Dreams of Flying
04:19
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Crushed beneath the heavy yoke, to plough the fields, the seed to sow.
For our daily bread we must scrape and bow.
As the hunger gnaws our marrow bone, comforted we're not alone.
When we're dead and gone forever to haunt your soul.
As we are worked into the ground, you'll be deafened by the sound
of the rushing feet as your are found, they'll raise you up and be bound,
To knock you down to fall beneath the plough.
Oh for those dreams when we were flying.
And never coming down, never coming down.
When all you give is the threat of dying, that's all you have, that is all you have.
Ready for whatever's next, if the collar rope's fall from the neck.
On that day we'll taste the freedom fair.
On that day we'll greet the gods, our masters buried 'neath the sod.
And plough the fields that all can grow anew.
And as we work the fertile ground, we're united by the sound,
Of the voices as they are found,to raise us up the joy unbound,
To walk the path and farrow behind the plough.
O' for the dreams when we'll be flying,
Never coming down, never coming down.
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The Living and the Dead
04:23
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You burn down the wheat so there's less to eat.
Ploughing the fields yet to be healed.
You're making a gin for the living and the dead.
Running away from the truth well known.
Stealing the joy from our happy homes.
You tighten the gin round the living and the dead.
All the wars lead right to you door
The riches in hand just turn into sand.
All your doors lead us right into war
The riches in hand just turn into sand.
If you concede there's wrong and there's right,
If you can find the courage to fight.
And be not afraid with the walls closing in
As arms make a circle in the light to begin.
Deliver a place of the goodly and wise,
banish the thieves with greed in their eyes.
Embrace the warmth the truth enters in,
As arms make a circle in the light to begin.
With the sound of the hounds, on our feet to retreat,
Leave us in peace 'neath the cover of trees.
You're making a noose for the living and the dead.
Left out in the cold, there's no place to go
Stand in the stones, the altar's below.
You tighten the noose round the living and the dead.
If you'll take me as I am, I hope that you will understand,
No way to cheat the fate of the damned.
No way you can cheat the fate of the damned.
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Instrumental.
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7. |
A Curse on the Fields
04:11
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We're sinking on down to the fires of hell
Sparing no thought for the lies that they sell.
And the old ways that guide them forever ingrained.
No place for doubt when no truth can remain.
Their claws work so deftly making a noose
For extra spite they'll be tying it loose.
The dearly departed they'll pull on our feet
For all the sooner our maker we'll meet, our maker we'll meet.
And it's you I'm thinking of as they're dragging me down into the sod.
Their cold hands like a knife 'gainst my skin
Waiting for their feast to begin, their feast to begin.
When you're lying down with your head on the ground
All you can hear is the monstrous sound of
the dearly departed and they're coming for you.
Their claws work so quickly making a noose.
How this got started I just can't say
Out of my time and it's falling away.
The dearly departed are coming for me
The earth's in my mouth and I'm struggling to breathe.
I'm struggling to breathe.
Oh let this be done.
The race has been run.
And we're dead and we're gone.
Now and forever take me down.
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8. |
Witch Fields
04:09
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What lies beneath these walking giants joined by cable and made of steel.
Are the bones of all that came before broken on the wheel.
How lowly it is sung, hidden midst the hum.
Of those that came to pass rotting 'neath these masts.
The voices still cut through, nothing they can do.
In the static's tails the words still seeping through.
There's an echo of that flame and it brings you here again.
For when the righteous they do wrong all must suffer.
The innocents be claimed lest the voices be untamed.
When they've left this earth to be judged by another
And their soul reclaimed.
The endless scream rings in the night, suppressed, the spark within.
Sheltered by the endless wires, let the voices not be dimmed.
How lowly have we gone, to be hidden midst the hum.
Now the season's can't be tracked by the stations of the sun.
All the pyres builded here to celebrate the cult of fear.
Amid folk tales the words still seeping through.
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Machines
05:12
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All you can see has been stolen away.
They're salting the land for the rise of the machines.
Stealing the stones from beneath our homes.
Doing us wrong for the rise of the machines.
Beating us down got our heads against the ground.
Keeping us down but we can hear the sound.
Don't lose your head keep your powder dry.
Don't sell yourself at any price.
All too soon will come the day.
They'll turn their backs you can make your play.
To break the yoke and their machines.
For these golden fields we're scything cos we're
Striking a blow to the heart of the machine.
Stealing the chains we'll use as a flail
Keeping them back halt the rise of the machines.
Deep underground got the waves to ring the sound.
Taking them down, now they can hear the sound.
Long ago when the celandine opened wide neath the sun,
The master and his gun.
Buried here, all that was once won, cast aside,
Like we're blind to the evil that's been done.
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Souls Were Lost Here
04:23
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As death stalked the fields the beast claimed the heart.
'neath the plough and the wheel they'll never depart.
All through the house runs a chasm of pain
For the souls that were lost here and here they'll remain.
Though he rides with the devil, the devil must out.
The faithless played the tunes as the devil rode out.
With the books and the screed yet no power he'll wield.
For the souls that were lost here have a debt to reclaim.
'neath the weeping willow, the laughter it came.
The beast had been slaughtered dispatched with no blame.
In the meadow there rang out that familiar tune.
'til the peace of the meadow drew the light in the gloom.
'neath the plough and the wheel, death stalked the fields.
As the beast claimed their hearts, they can never depart.
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Magpie
04:51
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The magpie so high in the tree
Has been waiting just for me
What a way to mark the time
Floating above the rye.
Waiting for the movement you'll never see.
For the last time, hide the crown in the green.
Through all those tears and all those years,
And yet no further on.
Thoughts of what life could have been, a wasted life in song.
What will be will be,
And forever we must remain against the grain.
The faithful gather by the tree.
They've been waiting just for me.
What a way to leave this side,
A sharp drop into the light.
Waiting for the movement I'll never see.
'Til the last breath, close my eyes as I swing.
I don't know if you can bear to watch me fall once more.
A prison built of my construct, locked behind theses doors.
I can't seem to find the way to slip out of these claws.
I just know I can't go on if I can't find out where we are.
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12. |
Salting the Fields
02:22
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Instrumental.
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The Rowan Amber Mill Devon, UK
Since 2007 The Rowan Amber Mill have been purveyors of Woodland Folkadelica/alt-Folk. Releases include: "folk devils & moral panics", "midsummers" and "Heartwood". The Book of the Lost (with Emily Jones). Silent Night Songs (with Angeline Morrison).The folk horror collection Harvest the Ears. The synth album Follows Shortly (as Making Tea For Robots). They are half of Rowan:Morrison. ... more
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