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Without Your Hand
04:31
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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
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Papercut
04:50
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Last Sunlight
04:28
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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.
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DeadPuppyRecycling
04:10
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Thaw
05:46
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Tom Slatter London
A latter-day Victorian street-theatre barker with a guitar promising tales of mystery, imagination, ‘orrible murders and bloody great waving tentacles’ is how Tom Slatter has been described. Since 2010 he has been scaring audiences with six albums and numerous EPs of storytelling songs. ... more
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