a wristwatch sank
in the sands of an old rich holiday haunt
gaunt model wasn’t curve enough
and the local young rebel wasn’t wild or strong
and along came the leaves to
clog up the Jacuzzis and ruin all the lawns
cocaine dinner party
hardly anything to do anyway give a damn
to speak of one’s own pride
as if an ocean cared who it drowned
and the moon was all but a hole punched through deep blue tarpaulin pulled real taught
and this is exactly how hearts get lost
inside cubes set aside inside valleys
of a ripple on the top of the Thames like glass
and the all-star child-cast firing squad
god complex, next level ambition
of a prison guard role acceptance speech
deep theory, dull dull prose
no hope for folk singer these days
and after all, we are all a figure
standing tall in a landscape
and the moon is all but a hole
a hole punch through
deep blue dawn
and the tower clock cast out cold all grey
in a city like war where paperweights
take Place of minds inside dead walls
and where does all the time get to?
in honour of new endings and men that pen the prose
of dust and somesuch crystal carving out the paths
of all your dearest loved ones
and all at once it was clear the earth was only just
a girl asleep inside the greedy silence coiling in a gun barrel
this song is called in honour of the men that penned the dictionary of angels and smaller feats before the curtain fell
Adapting their calculated standards into a raw, live setting, the radical UK folk duo rework six highlights from their spellbindincatalogue. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 7, 2022
Proceeds from this hauntingly beautiful dark folk LP will be donated to Plataforma de Apoio aos Refugiados, for Portuguese refugee support. Bandcamp New & Notable May 16, 2021