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One Morning
02:46
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One morning, one morning
With the sky slung dark and low
I left without warning
In the amber city’s glow
There were winter camellias
By the station master's shack
There were yesterday's papers
Playing chase upon the track
And my shadow rose to greet me
As the clock hands briefly clasped
My face making doubles
Like ghosts trapped in the glass
I return to find myself
To find myself again
I threw the doors wide open
But the walls kept closing in
And once I was a hunter
And I kept you in my sight
I hid and I followed
In the hollow of the night
And then I was a diamond
And I dazzled in your sun
The spring caused a fever
Made a thirst upon our tongues
And last I was an ocean
And I circled every shore
I scattered my sorrows
And I broke against your walls
I'll arrive to find myself
To find myself again
I threw the doors wide open
But the walls kept closing in
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2. |
Exile
03:14
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I carry these seeds in my mouth
Hawthorn, oak and hazel
I’ll bury them deep in the ground
As soon as I am able
I carried the weight of the world,
Myself, my worst accuser -
So I set it down on the earth
And fled into my future
And I met a sage in a roadside cafe
He was only passing time -
He said "Lucky’s the man
who roams his own land
but the stranger’s blessed twice”
I carry these seeds in my palm
They change and they reveal me
They bloom and they soften to scars
Each day I bind them newly
And I’ll raise a glass after dark
To the night, my sole companion
I’ll dive in her river of stars
My worries all abandoned -
And if my heart was tinderwood
You’d burn it up with ease
This flame who's revelation - love -
can still bring me to my knees
I carry these seeds in my mouth
As soon as I am able
I’ll bury them deep in the ground
I’ll bury them deep in the ground
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3. |
Jóga
03:32
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All these accidents
That happen
Follow the dot
Coincidence
Makes sense
Only with you
You don't have to speak
I feel
Emotional landscapes
They puzzle me
Then the riddle gets solved
And you push me up to this
State of emergency
How beautiful to be
State of emergency
Is where I want to be
All that no-one sees
You see
What's inside of me
Every nerve that hurts
You heal
Deep inside of me
You don't have to speak
I feel
Emotional landscapes
They puzzle me confuse
Then the riddle gets solved
And you push me up to this
State of emergency
How beautiful to be
State of emergency
Is where I want to be
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Ana Silvera London, UK
'Stunning...magical storytelling' -The Guardian
Ana Silvera is a London-born singer-
songwriter and composer whose folk and bluegrass-tinged tunes are lyrical, intimate and emotive, works of ‘lavish, vivid imagination’ (Metro).
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