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To The Ruin of Everything

from A Life Of Labours by Silverlode

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The Prosecution calls a familiar woman forward, her shimmering form is but a reflection of her Earthly presence. She meekly steps forward to take the stand, her head hanging weightily. The case is made that Henry proved to be a demanding, cruel husband and a poor father; that this good woman could never live up to Henry’s memories of his lost mother in what was presented as a clear reflection of his guilt at leaving her to the abuses of his own father and being unable to make any form of amends. The point is made that during the long years of his post-war domesticity, guilt, coupled with injury and the lasting horrors of war had taken their toll on Henry in spite of the bright optimism of his teenage years. And this woman had shouldered that burden to the day she passed on herself. An unfair lot in life.
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He stands so tall in his cloak of night
Towering high in the light of the moon
In a room without windows, so bare
Just a hole which once passed for a roof
And the wind gets up
Blowing gustily in
And you try flap your angel wings
But beat as they may
There can be no escape
For these chains are heavy and thick

He'll talk to you of your failures in life
In the ambiguous language of art
And his shadowed eyes reveal nothing to you
Of the inner workings of his heart
His goal is unclear
His methods are cruel
And he questions away without proof
But no answer you give
Could satisfy his
Quest for what he calls The Truth

You once built a home for yourself here ---
Welcomed him into your garden grove
Where in fragrant days of sunshine you'd talk
Near where scented lavender grows
You were both so young
You were still quick to smile
His charm was always a thorny rose
Your love was a rock
But he taught you to roll
Your heart became more like a stone

I believe he built a fire in here
Calling it Passion, without any bounds
He taught you how to long for him
And he taught you how not to be proud
As you spread your self
On a sheep skin rug
As you both fell down as one
The flames grew high
And the roof caught fire
Your little home was undone

He stands so tall in his cloak of night
Towering high in the light of the moon
In a room without windows, so bare
Just a hole which once passed for a roof
And the wind gets up
Blowing gustily in
And you try flap your angel wings
But beat as they may
There can be no escape
For these chains are heavy and thick

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from A Life Of Labours, released November 4, 2022

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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. ... more

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