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Whoami
04:10
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I must wait for the summer to come
I have sowed my seeds i'm on my knees i am done
The autumn shall come to rise
And i shall rest my feet upon the skies one last time
I will be an old man this winter
Grind my bones wait for spring to filter, my woe
Born again on the solstice every year
I need a hostess for my mind
I will die in a bed of comfort
Surrounded by, the ones i confronted.. years ago
Round my neck will hang the string
That tied us in and bound us tight against the wind
Who am I? Who are you?
Do you believe, that we are free to choose.
I was born. I will die. I took an I for an I.
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The blues that bend over Hollingbury hill
Catch the sunset as we wake from our spell
Our mornings
Late in the day
Sound asleep against sun rays
Heart beetrooted to the pulse of the world
Pumping in time divine is my girl
Bathing... my mind
My path is paved by the flowers you make my girl.
Whatcha gonna do?!?
When you wake up in the morning and its far past noon
Who you gonna be?!?
Im a traveling wilbury
My mind my love my heart we're free!
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The Whole Tree
04:04
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I wake up to the wind
I blend my thoughts with dreams then speak
I feel the moon pouring through the rain
Like a flower i grow
With the knowledge of my structure
I bloom due to the heritage of my roots
I feel the rain can be a strange kind of pain
When the moonlight can't get through
Reality shines bright through her window
I can try to breathe the light into my skin
Searching for life within the details of the trees
Like the leaves i only breathe for the sake of the whole tree
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Song For Mukka
03:44
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My brother and father were once down the lane
When out of the bushes jumped into the frame
Abandoned a pup not as big as a shoe
Ah oooooo!
A scruffbag a scoundrel a begger with no name
His mother long gone and his father a stray
Brought back with Jack to a garden down the lane
Ah oooooo!
Board on a train from the Lea to the sea
And then on a bus sat on my lovers knee
Four floors up to a house in a tree
Ah eeeeee!
Packed in a van with our clothes pots and pans
Drove down the road to a seabirds old home
There we will be a happy family
La de deeee
Im in the dogs house now.
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I Was When I Was Young
02:24
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I check my pulse in the morning
Just to check if ive been breathing through the night
I feel sometimes I am cold
The wind pours through my window pouring truth into my dream
When im asleep i see a face watching over me
Shes kind when im afraid
But today i feel ashamed of how i was when i was young
You can hear but do not tell as so far ive kept it well away from ears that lend their fear to the time
Rolling between the stream and the hill
Carrying water fresh from a well
Thirty-odd years of living in sin.. can bring
The joys of family and kin
Shes kind when im afraid
But today i feel ashamed of how i was when i was young
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Mind Your Head
03:58
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Its an age old tale
Your finding your way
Lost on a trail
Your living day to day
Sane and safe and sound
Surround yourself with things that your proud of
Lay me down by the ocean
I need to feel the motion of the waves drag me
Im staring lost
In a different set of runes
Spacial awareness in tune when in bloom
Sunlight lift my eyes
Im bound to ground myself to tomorrow
Mind your head and your heart will follow
Follow your head and your heart will know
Mind your head and your heart will follow you
Remember your mind is not your own
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Missing Formation
02:48
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Walking up hill, just to get high
Hempstead, Coombe Rise and on to Telscombe Tye
Seagulls follow me
As clouds of Starling form and head out to see
The sea
Been waiting for the times to change
Knowing home is where my heads at
I want to believe
But all of these streams lead me to the sea
Missing formation
Seagulls follow me
As clouds of starling form and head out to sea
Know where to find me
On top of the hill standing perfectly still
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Me and my pals we do no wrong
We're just free
You and your kin play only to win
Your just part of a team
I on my own rambling stoned
From my feet to the humble joys of mind
The streams that flow between the mind and the bones
Consciousness is here for us to grow
Evaluate space and your place in the dust bowl
Like Woody sat upon the bale of hay
I try to explain all the good we can trace
Leads back to friends of friends gone before
We are spinning
Spinning round but under control
Feel the dimming of the lights and all you know
Seven billion of us
Are you one of the few who
Misplace what was given a kindness stays hidden
For the sun just might tarnish your view
If one day we all rise
Shoulder to shoulder a glint in the eye
Lay down your arms put your feet in holes carved
By the sisters and brothers before us
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Tomorrow Comes Early
06:01
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I will wait for calmer seas
I will wait for the sap to rise
I'll plant every need i have
Deep below the pines
Tomorrow comes early
I'll hold back the bite
I'll tighten up my lines
I'll believe on the first day
And on the last i will ignite
The flame i hold inside
I'll wait for the sun
To engulf the earth in fire
I will wait for no one
And watch the toll rise higher
An end can be an end
But the line can never be drawn
Tearing through the parchments
To find the relevant one
Tomorrow comes early
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Joe Woodham UK
Worldwide Weather is a lo-fi foley adventure. Featuring wailing guitars aboard hypnotic tape loops, gale force bass VI and squally seagulls.
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