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Let Us Go Back
03:19
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At the turn of the century
Things weren’t so great
It was kind of barbaric ---
The poverty into which I came
A social order
From another age
It shackled me tight
And would have suppressed me to the grave
I ran
For Dear Life
I ran
And I closed my eyes.
And I try to remember my mother
She was… gentle and kind
Unlike my brute of a father ---
An aggressive drunkard, most of the time
I must have been around ten
When it really hit home
That this was no life here
And one day I would kill him or go
I ran
For Dear Life
I ran
And I closed my eyes.
So I let it be known
That I was leaving home
This place --- had a sickness
That through the years, I had come to know
And I knew there’d be hell on
When he got back
But I boarded that train anyway
And I, I never looked back
I ran
For Dear Life
I ran
And I closed my eyes.
I ran
For Dear Life
I ran
And I closed my eyes.
Tight.
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Here Lies Henry (Live)
07:08
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Here lays the body of Henry
Cold and ill-prepared to face the night
Hooray for our old friend Henry!
He only just got out in time
And the world has grown fuzzy
Like a fog settling thick across the land
It breaks my heart to see him, dying
Clutching his wound in his hands
Still Time, Time, Time is ahead of him
And Time, Time, Time has plans for him
He looks gaunt under the searchlight
As the doctors try desperately to attend
While he retreats into shock, he is bleeding from the hip ---
There’s a strong possibility that this is the end (NO!)
And he's away with the færies
He’s thinking of his girl, she’s waiting back Home
But She is eight hundred miles away. There’s eight hundred dead men ---
Eight hundred dead men between him and Home
Still Time, Time, Time is ahead of him
And Time, Time, Time has plans for him
Sunlight streams through the window
The rattling trolley delivers tea
He's struggling to move, like a weight’s pressed down hard on his chest
Pinned down on the bed --- shooting pain in his leg --- on the white linen sheets
And they tell him that he's lucky
They say he’s one of the few…
Why then, does he feel so helpless and empty
At night when he’s alone in the room?
Still Time, Time, Time is ahead of him
And Time, Time, Time has plans for him
Still Time, Time, Time is ahead of him
And Time, Time, Time has plans for him
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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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From Dreams to Dust
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