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10,000 Years
05:39
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Low ago we stepped off the road and laid our burdens low
Found this perfect, peaceful valley and the fertile soil to sow
Beneath the loam, the sheltering stone, let the sweet water rise
Through our toes, up our bones and then, to trickle back out of our eyes
It’s been ten thousand years, and the well has not run dry
In the ways to say I love you, the ways in which to describe
The mysteries that hold us tight
Civilisation takes its time
Still far short of the finishing line
But for all the ills, one thing remains
In a cave painting, make your sign
A promise that, my heart is thine
And thus the barbarian is tamed
Ten thousand, ten thousand, ten thousand
Ten thousand years
Now Death still make his bed, in the cradle of life
Listening to the kill lists, bouncing down from a satellite
Drones in the sky, never ask why, make murder of video games
Cast the world into ruin, with not a soul to bear the blame
It’s been ten thousand years, and the well has not run dry
In the ways to kill your neighbour
The ways in which to decry
The mysteries that hold us apart
Civilization takes its time
Still far short of the finishing line
Count centuries ‘til the armistice is claimed
Ten thousand years
Guild your words, make them shine
Decide yourself what they define
When tomorrow comes, we won’t speak the same
Ten thousand years
Communication can still be found
These songs leave our tongues unbound
Our love keeps finding new ways to explain
Ten thousand years
Cast your raiment to the ground
Dance together to the sound
Let the world cast off its chains
Ten thousand years, ten thousand, ten thousand
Ten thousand years
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Backyard Animals
04:25
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Well the people never tell it straight
They speak in languages that don’t translate
And people never tell you how
So seek the counsel of the animals
The counsel of the animals
All the backyard animals
All the backyard animals
So I slunk out the backdoor and sat down with my hound
And we both howled together ‘til the moon came around
He looked up at me with those chocolate saucer eyes
We’d both loved awry with all the woe that that implies
And together, we howled into the night
He said perfect shapes are not nature’s way
And tomorrow never goes like yesterday
How can ever people ever tell you how?
So seek the council of the animals
The council of the animals
All the backyard animals
All the backyard animals
Then out across the courtyard sounded a cockle-doodle-doo
The mocking of a cockerel to a fool through and through
He said love is not a story that starts among the stars
Tussles, fights and tantrums are the common repertoire
And together, we crowed into the light
He said the truth is nature is not on your side
It’s not supposed to be an easy ride
And the people never tell you how
So seek the council of the animals
The council of the animals
All the backyard animals
All the backyard animals
So much for Mother Nature, will this is what she did
She hurled me out the backdoor and I landed with the hogs
Face down in the pigshit, the standard epilogue
But all the swine were merry and free of regret
They said the faster that you love then the swifter you forget
And together, we squealed with all our might
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Where The Loot Is Buried
02:45
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I’m tired of talking
I’m tired of negotiating like a civilised man
I’ve a cutlass in my hand
It’s bare and swift to greet
The naked throat of any lamb that chooses not to bleat
Oh they’re meat
Tell us where the loot is buried
You sail a different pirate ship, one that’s never left the slip
And though the Jolly Roger’s not your flag
The whole world knows your dirty rag
Tell us many mischief makers, make us malcontents all merry
We’re gonna ask you very nicely once
And then we’ll execute and bury
You’d better spend that fatted bonus, awarded under your own onus
Send hired me to stone us, bash us, break us, own us
There’s another ninety-nine behind to bring you to your knees
So would you tell us where the loot is buried, would you kindly tell us please
And if I am a buccaneer, you sir I do declare to be most honestly my mirror
Yes, you sir, lily-livered, you sir, all a-quiver
The very man to make first ape at the zoo
The Indian giver
Tell us where the loot is buried
You sail a different pirate ship, one that’s never left the slip
And though the Jolly Roger’s not your flag
The whole world knows your dirty rag
Tell us where the loot is buried
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4. |
A Dance for Sharks
03:35
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I was born upon the water
Like each and every one
Of the dozen laughing children
My father called his sons
Into the turquoise ocean
My mother’s blood ran dark
Awakening
A dance for sharks
Born above the sunken stones
Of places that came and went
Outlasted outcast fisherfolk
Who live their lives without lament
Old blood, it does still linger
Where the water’s running dark
Remembering
A dance for sharks
Born beyond the sight of land
A paddle in my brother’s hand
Beyond the claim of nations
Armadas, kings or clans
When the storms rise up
And the watching skies turn dark
Heralding
A dance for sharks
When the ships come flying flags
And claiming the very shifting waves
Making maps of a wide blank ocean
That almighty God he gave
To my people of the sea
I know the sharks will come for me
I know the sharks will come for we
He was born upon the water
This child I call my own
And the ocean that has birthed him
One day may claim his bones
I left this world with just one remark
That nothing stills the dance for sharks
Nothing stills the dance for sharks
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Babbling heart, out of control
Help me hold on, as I rattle and roll
Stumbling, stammering, leaping about
Trying its best to get out
Babbling heart, beating within
Batter my ribs, with your indigo wings
Jibbering, jabbering, unstifled the shout
Try its best to get out
The beat of a babbling heart
That’s the beat of a babbling heart
Sometimes someone can simply turn your world about
Sometimes someone so easily, turns you inside out
Leaves you shuffled, leaves you played
Leaves all your lonesome plans unmade
So babbling heart, beating within
Batter my ribs, with your indigo wings
Jibbering, jabbering, unstifled the shout
Try its best to get out
The beat of a babbling heart
It’s the beat of a babbling heart
Sometimes the world you trusted proves only empty lies
Sometimes it is just better to let the boat capsize
Leave you gasping, nearly drowned
Leave you cast away but found
Delirious but sound
Incoherent, homeward bound
So my heart beats down its sweet retreat
To bounce right back up, whenever you meet
Go skipping down the street like a kid with a treat
Swift on his feet, the meter now complete
And in slow, intrepid accidents, my fingers they found yours
Entwined these two twin hands, tangled up with cause
And I’m dancing to the babbling beat
Dancing to the babbling beat
Dancing to the babbling beat of a babbling
Dancing to the babbling beat of a babbling
Dancing to the babbling beat of a babbling heart
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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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