Papercuts Sunlight Snow
by Tom Slatter
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Without Your Hand
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Papercut
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Last Sunlight
04:28
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DeadPuppyRecycling
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released 01 January 2012
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Tom Slatter is a composer, singer and songwriter who composes, records, plays and teaches in London, England. He released
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his second solo album IronBark in July 2011.
Ironbark carries on where the previous album left off. Whereas Spinning the Compass contained songs about confusion, isolation and mechanical body parts, Ironbark explores themes like obsession, murder and mechanical body parts
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- Track Name: Without Your Hand
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I'll find my fallen star without your help
I'll trek through unknown lands without your help
I'll find those distant sands
without your hand to guide me
I'm under twisting skies without your help
weeds picked from empty paths with no-one
I'll dig through distant sands
without your hand to guide me home
let me drift off with the waves let me go
Carvings that speak with age but no-one's here
voices from long ago but no-ones here
Under these distant sands
without your voice to soothe me
Echoes of anger past and deep red stains
Eaten by ageless wind and acid rains
I'll dig through distant sands
without your hand to guide me home
let me drift off with the waves let me go
I just want to sleep in these old graves
I Just want to feel to these old graves - Track Name: Last Sunlight
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Maybe we’ll surface soon,
Under a winter moon,
Thaw must have left weakness.
Maybe we’ll freeze again
Awaiting the summer rain,
Ice in our veins.
A ship sails on a solid sea,
A perfect place for you and me,
A moondial turns until we move again.
Last sunlight for six months,
Last movement this year.
Last Sunlight Fading,
Ice in our veins.
