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Well I hear there’s no further need
For cartography
They’ve mapped the whole world
And it’s geography
Pictures have been taken from way up on high
Uploaded to the internet for the whole world to pry
There’s really no need
To leave your armchair
Now it’s a muddling
Calamity
To witness a once proud ship
Of Her Majesty
Stuck in the mud, in a fit and a fug
Overtaken by everything but the snails and the slugs
And it’s a feeling I’ve come
Come to share
Too much landlubbing, gotta get my sealegs running
Scrape the barnacles from the hull
Too much peglegging, these stitches unthreading
Sort the rigging whilst the storm lulls
And set sail whilst the ship still floats
Now I have a casket of curiosities
Of gewgaws and gimcracks and doodads and knickknacks
And other
Eccentricities
Malagasy, Honalulu, Indochina, Ougadoudou
How I wanna go there
Too much landlubbing, gotta get my sealegs running
Scrape the barnacles from the hull
Too much peglegging, these stitches unthreading
Sort the rigging whilst the storm lulls
And set sail whilst the ship still floats
Now I need to know just where the birds go
Come September, September
And I’ll splash my feet where the dancing dolphins leap
Across the skyline, the skyline
And I know I’ve a treasure chest buried beneath the sand
Of cherished friends and lovers and the sounds
Of a magic band
Magellan he says that the world is a sphere
And if that’s the truth I’ll find my way back to here
To all of the ones
That I hold dear
Too much landlubbing, gotta get my sealegs running
Scrape the barnacles from the hull
Too much peglegging, these stitches unthreading
Sort the rigging whilst the storm lulls
And set sail whilst the ship still floats
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Monsoon
04:53
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Whatever mumbo, whatever jumbo
Whatever you, whatever you can conjure up
Half a light, half a star, a cruel sky
Soon Heaven will spill its cup
It’s twilight, come midday
And the clouds, the clouds hang like a fist
Susurrations, invocations, a thunderclap
Grants the thirsty child her wish
And the monsoon is coming on the western wind
It’s rattling amongst the coconut trees
The monsoon is coming on the western wind
It’s rattling amongst the coconut trees
Tropic heat, tiger cage, and your shirt
Your shirt stuck to your back
Almond eyes, toffee skin, loneliness
Leaves you rolling in the honeytrap
You’ve a crown on a chain
And a regalia, regalia of rust
You’re King Midas of verdigris
And your touch is turning gold to dust
And the monsoon is coming on the western wind
It’s rattling amongst the coconut trees
The monsoon is coming on the western wind
It’s rattling amongst the coconut trees
The monsoon’s here to wash us clean
Take away all left in between
So beat a rain dance on your tambourine
And let the rivers run down the ravine
The monsoon’s here to wash us clean
Take away all left in between
So beat a rain dance on your tambourine
And let the rivers run down the ravine
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What, what, whatever
What, what, whatever light
Whatever light the night
Whatever light the night provides
Whatever light the night provides
Be it the moon’s ragged face
Or a shining silver steel satellite in space
A single shooting star
A sweetly played guitar
Whatever light the night provides
Whatever light the night provides
Be it the beacon on the hill
Or the burning sparks, the embers spill
A meteor’s trajectory
A synapse of your memory
Whatever light the night provides
Whatever light the night provides
What, what, whatever
What, what, whatever light
Whatever light the night
Whatever light the night provides
Whatever light the night provides
Brittle matches breaking in my hand
Trying to light a flame that will not stand
A diamond in the darkest mine
Or some signal more divine
Whatever light the night provides
Whatever light the night provides
What, what, whatever
What, what, whatever light
Whatever light the night
Whatever light the night provides
Whatever light the night provides
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4. |
Just For The Winter
03:42
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Just for the winter
Just until I work it out
Just for the winter
Just until I eject this splinter
Don’t get me wrong
It’s just until the cold has gone
‘Til the fog has cleared and I’ve sung my song
Just for the winter
The cold inspires all kinds of sin
And as my teeth chatter I maintain a grin
As I burn all kinds of virtuous things
Just to keep inside the fire’s ring
I burnt the black keys on the piano
Then I burnt all the white ones too
I chopped down the trees on the windbreak
Then I shrugged as the gales howled through
These winter days, too short to discover
Come summer I will be
A better lover
Just for the winter
Just until I work it out
Just for the winter
Just until I eject this splinter
Don’t get me wrong
It’s just until the cold has gone
‘Til the fog has cleared and I’ve sung my song
Just for the winter
Icicles dangle from my still regrets
But they’re outside in the dark and wet
From here I see, but a silhouette
Wrapped in bearskin and a soft brunette
And perhaps you thought that I liked blondes
Or maybe someone more exotic
But this exile from the creeping snows
Has a right to be quixotic
These winter days, too short to discover
Come summer I will be
A better lover
Just for the winter, just for the winter, just for the winter
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Candle
06:56
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Bittersweet, a fulfilled wish,
Now I know the texture of your kiss
Perhaps some dreams are better left unformed
And now that all that’s left is this
The briefest memory of bliss
And the sunbeams just seem to break their form
Now let the thunderheads console
Around rumbling rhythms roll
Best grab a candle before you lose the light
But remember just to guard your hand
‘Cos every candle leaves a brand
Sad that loves is not so easy to ignite
Sometimes a spark, can guide you in the night
And if you felt that for a minute, then all of this is quite alright
If you felt some kind of comfort, sheltered in my arms
If you felt that for a second, then that’s worth all the harm
We never shared a destiny
I never learnt the key to thee
No answer to the chains that hold you down
And should you return across the sea
Unwittingly, you take a piece of me
And in your wake, all just seems to run aground
Sometimes a spark, can guide you in the night
And if you felt that for a minute, then all of this is quite alright
If you felt some kind of comfort, sheltered in my arms
If you felt that for a second, then that’s worth all the harm
And so I’ll blow this candle out
Let the smoke guide your fragrance out
And take a final breath, just to remember you by
I’ve held this candle, ‘til it burned
Perhaps it’s now the time to learn
And watch your flame vanish with a sigh
And it seems that this will be your only song
A farewell I should not prolong
And words unwritten they just have to take their turn
And I hope one day there’ll be someone
As precious as the morning sun
Who’ll take your candle, light it, let it burn
Sometimes a spark, can guide you in the night
And if you felt that for a minute, then all of this is quite alright
If you felt some kind of comfort, sheltered in my arms
If you felt that for a second, then that’s worth all the harm
Well this world is much too beautiful for a single pair of eyes
And all I wanna do is share it with you, no deception, no disguise
Now I don’t know every point on the chart, but I know which way is north
And if you’re true to your heart and advance in the dark the truth will come tumbling forth
So why do you go and cover your ears if silence is the thing that you fear
You know that under your skin every trophy you win is just another cup for your tears
And I’m not asking you to sacrifice just a chance to stand by your side
To be with you again to dance in the rain in a place where our hopes coincide
Don’t you know that love is knocking on your door
Don’t you know that love is knocking on your door
Don’t you know that love is knocking on your door
Don’t you know that love is knocking on your door
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Nyabinghi 11-01-11
04:44
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You build it up, we break it down
Jah knows your throne will fall
You build it up, we break it down
Jah knows Babylon will fall
You build it up, we break it down
Jah knows your throne will fall
You build it up, we break it down
Jah knows Babylon will fall
Night has not yet fallen
It’s just that smoke has filled the sky
At last your castle is burning
And the people wanna hang you high
You think your reach is infinite
That your dominion has no end
But tyranny has a half-life
The sword cannot extend
You build it up, we break it down
Jah knows your throne will fall
You build it up, we break it down
Jah knows Babylon will fall
All your fawning underlings
Your obeisant serfs
Have left you deaf to the reality
Of what your crown is worth
One day there will come a reckoning
Wickedness cannot quell
The trials and tribulations
Will be free for all to tell
You’re just another one of their pawns
Like centipedes, snakes, and the scorpions
We’ve seen the way that your venom works
We’ll raise a light where the darkness lurks
You build it up, we break it down
Jah knows your throne will fall
You build it up, we break it down
Jah knows Babylon will fall
You build it up, we break it down
Jah knows your throne will fall
You build it up, we break it down
Jah knows Babylon will fall
Babylon's gonna fall now, Babylon's gonna fall
Babylon's gonna fall now, Babylon's gonna fall
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Far Flown Falcon Cairo, Egypt
Far Flown Falcon is the musical identity of James Conder, a songwriter and fingerstyle guitarist.
For videos and reflections on the craft of songwriting, visit farflownfalcon.wordpress.com
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