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As It Always Has Been
03:39
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As It Always Has Been
A cloud hangs upon the skyline
Watching you shiver and drink your wine ---
With a belly full o' Fire-Mead there are tricks to be done
Underneath the burnished sky of the setting sun
There's a climatic point when we'll become one
And Heaven is such a long way down --- the Elixir washes me out
The time is right --- the time is now
And Heaven is such a long way down --- the Elixir washes me out
The time is right --- the time is now
[Interlude]
So you won't be taking me alive tonight (So Alive)
I'll be sifting through the sands of time (Travel Time)
And that cloud holds no menace for you or I (Sounds/Smells)
As it watches us together --- drinking wine (Water/Wine)
And Heaven is such a long way down --- the Elixir washes me out
The time is right --- the time is now
The sky will swallow and enrapt --- trouble is far away at last
We are the lovers of the past
[Interlude]
A cloud hangs upon the skyline
Just to watch the world go by
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Shot In The Face?
03:09
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Shot In The Face?
Searching for something? Yeah?
Perhaps you ought to find yourself?
Well? Well?
Do you know why I know you?
'Cos I was once like you myself
Well? Well?
And now you've lost the little things that kept you safe and warm
And although you still remember echoes of what was
There's nothing remaining in the light of what is lost
I think you're going to find it hard yeah
Over and out to the edge yeah
Still searching for something? Well?
Perhaps you’re looking out too far
Well? Well?
In all of your searching
You've forgotten who you are
Well? Well?
But now you've broke the little things which were worth fighting for
And no-one else in this life will ever give you more
You'll learn to rebuild yourself --- stronger than you were before
Even so, you're going to find it hard
You took a blow which left you marked
Lost your view upon your battle scars
I suggest that you pay them no regard
Well? Well?
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Changin'
04:13
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Changin’
Well it seems I need to change my ways,
Found myself in the same place where I don’t even know my name.
Wasted too much time getting drunk with a friend of mine,
Sending my nights praying the sun won’t rise.
So keep on moving, moving down this empty road
Checking out of places where your heart won’t let you know
Changing, changing my old clothes --- got this empty feeling
And I’m tired of what I know.
And I’m tired of what I know.
Change my friends like I change my clothes,
Jut like that old coat you used to love to wear for show,
You find one day it’s torn and old,
And you lose the coat off your back when you’re feeling most alone.
So keep on moving, moving down this empty road
Checking out of places where your heart won’t let you know
Changing, changing my old clothes --- got this empty feeling
And I’m tired of what I know.
And I’m tired of what I know.
So when I find myself tired and beat and no words seem to flow
I hope you know I look to you as my one friend to tell me where to go
The brother I need to know --- tell me which way to go
So keep on moving, moving down this empty road
Checking out of places where your heart won’t let you know
Changing, changing my old clothes --- got this empty feeling
And I’m tired of what I know.
And I’m tired of what I know.
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In The Dark
Hello my Lady, I can see you're shaken and cold ---
Lying there lonely, like you're alone.
I know there's twilight scratching at your door ---
I see your problem; I see what you're fearful for,
But you're still young anyway.
Hello my Lady, I can see you're shattered and scared ---
Lying there lonely, oh, it's not fair.
I hear there's trouble 'tween you and the Lord ---
So melancholy just lying there, flawed,
But your time is not done anyway.
Welcome to the realm of sadness -- we see many tourists like you
Come feed the monsters in their cages as you pass through
This forsaken place could be your end like many travelers before
Beasts and demons wait in the dark to snatch you if you fall.
Don’t look so tired and down
Wake up now, break out now
Living is easy my Lady
Hello my Lady, I can see you're shaken and cold ---
Lying there lonely, like you're alone.
I know there's twilight scratching at your door ---
I see your problem; I see what you're fearful for,
But you're still young anyway.
But your time is not done anyway.
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Haywire
05:08
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Haywire
Look around and see yourself reflected in my life
Blazing eyes melt through my soul, cut sadness like a knife
Seventy-seven-hundred times you’d be there as a girl
The only true reflection is that you are in my world
Has it all gone haywire now my darling?
Is that what people say?
Put your arms around the world my darling
‘Cos that’s where we must stay.
Take some time to visualise what we could someday be
Turning many corners just to see what we can see
Look around and see yourself reflected in my world
An image of perfection in an ever changing world
Has it all gone haywire now my darling?
Is that what people say?
Put your arms around the world my darling
‘Cos that’s where we must stay.
I have seen you in my dreams
And I know that there’s a part of you that’s strong enough to carry on
Don’t face the world alone
I’ve not seen too many things
But I know that there’s a light inside your soul
It shows the way to go and always will be true
I have seen you in my dreams
And I know that there’s a part of you that’s strong enough to carry on
Don’t face the world alone
I’ve not seen too many things
But I know that there’s a light inside your soul
It shows the way to go and always will be true
(That is you)
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Dark Cities
02:39
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Dark Cities
Lost souls on the motorways
Sticks and stones and broken homes
In dark cities by the wayside
Cryin' out for something more than you can give them
Empty words dissolved in time
Scattered across the landscape of
Dark cities under the power lines
Choking in the mess they've now become (I'm sure you live in one)
But There's magic in the atmosphere
And There's magic in the atmos here
And Beauty all around this town
You cannot drag it down
Children lost to infinities
Martyred kings of industry
In all the desperate, dark cities
With their down-trodden societies, so upset and angry with the town that they call home
But There's magic in the atmosphere
And There's magic in the atmos here
And Beauty all around this town
You cannot drag it down
No, you'll never drag it down
There's beauty in this town
I know, I've been around
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7. |
The Flames
02:29
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The Flames
The evening holds a glory light
It casts firey reflections in your eyes
And flickering shadows dance at the water's edge
Oh, those hollow words I searched to find
Only serve to scar my mind
And to measure up my worth
Against the forest fire
And the flames burn higher
And the flames burn high
And the flames burn higher
And the flames burn high
And the flames burn higher
And the flames burn high
And the flames burn higher
And the flames burn high
I picked the wrong fruit last time
Wicked magic filled my mind
I need all your protection and your guile
Well the firelight bends and floods my eyes
Before your majesty stand I
To measure up my worth
Against the forest fire
And the flames burn higher
And the flames burn high
And the flames burn higher
And the flames burn high
And the flames burn higher (These flames burn higher)
And the flames burn high
And the flames burn higher (These flames burn higher)
And the flames burn high
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Sagesse
02:26
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Sagesse
I once knew a man who thought that every single person was a gun
He stayed at home at night and bought his women from an army store, that was
His life and all his glory
A handsome bedside story
Something for the children
A masterpiece of life to teach the world
I once knew an artist who paints from where his heart is strong and real
He lives off bread and wine and drinks himself to sleep at night in shame that was
His life and all his glory
A handsome bedside story
Something for the children
A masterpiece of life to teach the world
I once knew a man who tracked the scent of silver from his dad and ran
A leader yes he was that day sent planes to blow more lives away that was
His life and all his glory
A handsome bedside story
Something for the children
A masterpiece of life to teach the world
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9. |
No Exit Signs
03:19
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No Exit Signs
There she stands before me in a dim-lit afterlife ---
She's a devourer of worlds
As the morning breaks I surcome to the illusion
She is there for me and I for her
If you told this to me yesterday or the day before
I would not believe it to be true
I'm inhaling all of the light so deep, you see, I,
Well, I've lost perspective on you
Sat awake in bed for I do not dare to dream
Those visions in my head sing low
There's water all around as I slip and sink away, deep
Deep, deep down to depths untold
If you told this to me yesterday or the day before
I would not believe it to be true
I'm inhaling all of the light so deep, you see, I,
Well, I've lost perspective on you
Standing before me she speaks the immortal lines
There are no exit signs ---
Standing before me she speaks the immortal lines
There are no exit signs --- you're mine!
When you're smiling at me, I'll believe anything you say
Even If you told me I was dead
I'm faintly aware of the trouble I'm in
Where's the rationale in what she's said?
(There is no rationale --- no exit signs and no way out)
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Make Or Break
05:20
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Make Or Break (aka Andy’s Song)
Like father, like son
Like a war just begun ---
Two sides to live for, you got to live for yourself
I always believed that time would bring this battle to you and me
Just another man
Just a simple man
Living as his father, he’s found a second partner
So he can play the family man
But here’s a different view
Like one a son would choose
Here’s a man with a second chance to keep
All the things he was set to loose
Taken me some time to choose which path should prove that, hey! we’re not alone
Talking with the family now, just a change to frown and knock him down
But things were different, tongues weren’t sharp
You’re my old man, but before we start….
Hey! Don’t tell those stories now
‘Cause I’ve heard them all before
Hey! We’re growing older now
It’s time to make or break this bond
Maybe I’m wrong
Maybe this pen’s not some mighty sword
I get things wrong
And it’s time, yeah, it’s time to sing a different song
Taken me some time to choose which path should prove that, hey! we’re not alone
Talking with the family now, just a change to frown and knock him down
But things were different, tongues weren’t sharp
You’re my old man, but before we start….
Hey! Don’t tell those stories now
‘Cause I’ve heard them all before
Hey! We’re growing older now
It’s time to make or break this bond
I really like the time when you just talk to me
If conversation’s dry, you don’t need to impress me
Just tell me of the times when I’d just fall asleep --- well that’s just me
These memories will never fade out, but listen now
Hey! Don’t tell those stories now
‘Cause I’ve heard them all before
Hey! We’re growing older now
It’s time to make or break this bond
I really like the time when you just talk to me
If conversation’s dry, you don’t need to impress me
Now my pen’s run dry so I guess I’ll sleep.
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In The Garden / On The Mound
Scene I. (In the tulip gardens at midnight, late spring)
Tulip array; in abundance ---
As Psyche opens her wings
I have seen things in the cold night air
I have seen things that I know are not there
Out in the gardens at midnight
In ground frost and moonlight
I know things are not easy
I know times are not well
As the butterfly spins with colourful wings
I see double the scene reflected in the green of your eyes
Scene II. (Early spring, a vast and sun-lit field at noon)
Daffodil mound in the sunlight ---
Beating the air, she sweeps low
There are things I know --- in the corn fields in spring
I’m sure I’ve seen her --- I have found things
New life in the fields behold
Physical death cannot claim the soul
I know things are not easy
I know times are not well
As the butterfly spins with colourful wings
I see double the scene reflected in the green of your eyes
I know things are not easy
I know times are not well
As the butterfly spins with colourful wings
I see double the scene reflected in the green of your eyes
Double the scene reflected in the green of your eyes
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Whetstone West
01:55
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Whetstone West
Cold December lets the moon hang low
A glorious orb, leering at the world (below)
I can see it through the silhouettes;
The skeletal trees of Whetstone West
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Morning Song:
As the morning's half-light penetrates these dreams,
So too does the harsh reality of the day to come;
The bed sheets pin me down within the walls of my sanctuary
And thoughts meander slowly between the day's possibilities ---
There's the drudgery of my success,
And there's the colour I find in music.
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The People's Son
09:33
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A tale told in eight musical parts, an experiment, an ode to many things. Please do not judge Silverlode on this venture, for this artefact stands alone from the band’s first two albums, which might be more suitable for the non-familiar.
Enjoy The People’s Son….
Prologue - Instrumental
In the vast world of one boy’s imagination; castles with tall towers, towns and sprawling rivers, spread far and wide across a land of green and gray, with hills and valleys, out to the rocky coast where spat a fathomless sea. A time of uneasy peace: while prosperous with thriving trade and good harvest, this was only the water’s surface, for something stirred below. The passing of the great line of Kings with no heir called upon a prophecy as carved in ancient stones. That a child should come forth to face the ultimate trial of good and evil and in triumph, banish all blackness forever, but in defeat, shall swallow all mankind in darkness. Not by open war would the outcome be sealed, but by the battle within, the conflict of soul in one child of destiny.
Ciré Mornouth: Men of Cloth
The peaceful citadel stood high in the bitter snow-capped mountains of the southeast; a remote bastion against the cold of those parts, a sanctuary for the body and for the mind. Keepers of The Faith had been tending to the prophecy for ages gone, preparing their teachings, for at this very time they had in their caring tutelage a child, who it was believed would fulfill the words of stone. Yet whispers from surrounding lands had reached the walls of the inner temple that The Dark One had once again begun to stir, rising again and engaging his armies in southbound motion. Quickly the priests of cloth act. In fear they send The Child and his mentor, The Wise One, along with a small party of Faithful farther into the western wilds.
A shrine on a mountain, not too far from these four walls
Where quiet contemplation is at the heart of it all
Men of cloth stoke the flames within the sanctuary gates
For a thousand years this place has stood protected by The Faith
It stands up high beyond the ring of wild flowers
Guarded here, The Texts proclaim a child robed in power
But what was known will fade away
For this is a season of great change you know
The birds have flocked so far away
And the Earth screams aloud for aid
Whispers in the North, they claim
The Child is no longer safe
And it’s time to leave this place
Dawn Raid: Men of Steel
Seeking to capture The Child and sway the outcome of the prophecy to his own ends, The Dark One had set to war quickly, sending his darkest lords swiftly onwards so as to maintain the elements of surprise and ferocity. For long ago was this moment anticipated - that flight might be adopted or defenses raised against him – so The Dark One ensnared one of the cloth and the secret entrance to the outer walls was betrayed unto the Men of Steel by The One with the Wizened Hand. Little mercy was shown on that day as the ancient citadel, it’s inner temple, it’s shrine, it’s people fell as the sun burned red as fire and was gone.
Men clad in steel who worship the sword
Will ride to storm these walls by dawn
They carry the standard of Darkness itself
Wielding weapons of magic and stealth
It is known what they wish to take,
They seek The Child that stands in their way
Horseback they come and aggressive they ride
Woe is upon the walls of the shrine
Surrounding lands felt the rush of their strength
They storm with furry of evil hell-bent
It is known what they wish to take,
But the child is fled to a place that is safe.
The Wise One’s Lullaby
The western wilderness was a breaker of bones and a breaker of spirit. As the small party followed The Great River into the west they endured many hardships. The tutelage of The Wise One seemed distant, less understanding was drawn, for indeed, in the sanctuary of Cirè Mornouth his wise words were clear and powerful, charged with the words of destiny, but as the snow began to settle and food became scarce, with some of The Faithful taking ill, the landscape began to overcome and oppress all clarity and reason. And then, other words of wisdom could be heard.
Lay low, child of hope ---
You must not shiver or fold
For the fight will be long ---
But when all’s lost and won
You can lead our people forth
Make us strong against the dark
We are weak but we intend to rise ---
So long as we have you to lead the line
Soon you’ll be a man ---
Take us on to promised lands
You can lead our people forth
Make us strong against the dark
Save Yourself. A Fragment of New Wisdom
Something uncoiled within The Child as a voice from within offered a sweeter alternative, a voice which spoke kindly, articulating the young boy’s fears and offering temptation away from the teachings of his years, for these words would seem wise and true in such a landscape at the bitter ends of the Earth, void of Reason.
Hey! That’s a lot for one to bear,
You could easily get out of here
The old man is nothing but a fool,
His tale is nothing like the truth
You know what you must do
Save yourself, come save yourself.
See war is coming straight for you,
What can the likes of you do?
The world is big and full of fools,
Don’t trust old men blind by youth
You know what you must do
Save yourself, come save yourself.
Infinite Doubt, A Soliloquy
Praying aloud to any God that wished to listen, seeking answers among mixed messages, doubt took the lead in guiding The Child to his own ill-advised resolve which was to flee, far, wide, alone in the night time, disbelieving in his own future and rejecting all that is expected. With him walked Hope.
Fortune,
Fortune save me ---
I’m alone in the face of that which may break me
Hey Reason,
Reason care for me ---
I see not what they see, I’m just a man:
I am no leader
And my past is a well-tread path
But my future’s unknown
I am no leader
I reject that very notion
And I’ll cry as I abandon my home
I’ll wait ‘til the moon shines
Silver light in the nighttime
And leave all this well behind.
The March South - Instrumental
The Dark Army poured into the southern realm raking a furrow of burning towns and livestock, slain men, women and children, polluting all with its blackness, its unholy stench and the smoke of war. File upon file, row upon row. Scouring the land for the child and The Dark One could feel his goal is weakened and close.
Epilogue: Great Change
Soon it came to be that the words of stone were enacted, complete and darkness had swallowed the land and its people, for it was blackness that had triumphed within. The new dark and cruel overlord had replaced the great line of Kings and his kingdom was ashen waste under a thick black night. But there was word of another who may yet rise up in light to lead the oppressed out of the jaws of shadow and into a new day.
A new age, of fire and pain as darkness consumes the Earth
The darkest of reigns as the blood of the slain slowly seeps into the dirt
Now we must wait for the coming again, yes we must wait for the one
Long must we strain under the bitter regime and hold on for the people’s son
All we knew has lost its way
For this is a season of great change you know
The birds have flocked so far away
And the Earth screams out aloud for aid
Whispers in the North, they claim
A child will come again
To lead us on to ever-day.
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Silverlode Leeds, UK
Silverlode is a folksome indie rock band from Leeds.
A folk band in the broadest sense of
the word; dogs of pop; self-taught musical ruffians who play to their own traditions. Reinventors of self and prone to playing their songs in a myriad of ways, join Silverlode on their mythological journey through history, future, fantasy and good times via their ever-evolving music.
DIY since 2001.
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