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Mir I
02:52
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Mercurial
04:17
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There was a house on a hill
Well I said was it’s there still
And in that house lived a man
Wild and mercurial
Features fixed as if of stone
He’d bear his burdens alone
Then out of nowhere summon storms
Wild and mercurial
But all he had was all that he could gather
All he had was all that he could gather
Yes all he had was here in these hands
There was a house beyond the scree
Under cover of trees
Where the old retainer,
And his wild and mercurial, child
Lived out the days
Turning the soil
Making hay
Yes in that house was a home
And in that home lived a daughter
Of the hills, hollows and vale
But all they had was all that they could gather;
All they had was all that they could gather
Yes all they had was here in these hands
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3. |
Dives & Lazarus
04:54
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Down by the sycamore trees
In the fleet foothills far below
Hand to mouth to hand..
To raise, reap and sow
He stood expressionlessly
Straight-faced and still as stone
Pulling punches aside
As the storms hit home
‘Like Dives and Lazarus’ he cried
‘We’re cast as down and out
Listen.... you can hear him
Scream and shout: follow me!’
Listen.... you can hear him
Scream and shout: do as I command!’
Down by degenerate law
As a raw and wretched youth
He held a shell to his ear
And heard a new truth
Lazarus is not my name
Though your servant
Lazarus is not my name!
Dives you are, but
Lazarus is not my name!
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4. |
Carousels
03:49
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5. |
After The Carousel
04:03
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6. |
Insignificance
05:16
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The twisted river turned at your door
And on toward the sea
I was heading downstream
And saw you there
I should have thought to linger a while
Having lost so much in haste
Why, I’ll never know, why I’ll never know
Maybe you’d return...
And as the day turned toward the night
I was heading back upstream
I heard the sound of your horses bolt
I should’ve stayed,
Should’ve stayed a while
Having lost so much in haste
Why, I’ll never know, why I’ll never know
Maybe you’d return...
And should I ever fail you
Should I act as if I don’t care
Then look away, look away
And let me be the perfect stranger
For I’m a poor boy don’t you know
Born of little more than love
In spite of it all
Just a poor boy don’t you know...
These days, these days
Born of some utopian ideal
Forged and furnaced in the heart
Then tempered by the insignificance
Of it all
For I’m just a poor boy don’t you know..
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7. |
Underdogs
06:17
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We’re not the heathen at your door
We’re not the ones you’re looking for
We’re not the infidel
You’re not the redeemer
You’re not the one who’ll save us all
You’re not the healer
And ‘though I was blind
Blinded from the start
And couldn’t see what was right there
In front of me
I’m gonna hold you in contempt of heart
For underdog, like me, you are
For underdogs, like us, you are
Well it’s not for me that you speak
It’s not for me, not for me
It’s not for me that you speak...
For although you claim your kingdom
I was here, my blood runs through
The whispering springs sing my name.
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8. |
Ecco
01:28
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This was a land fit for Kings
Well, I say ‘was’, we still stand
To sing our songs of victory
But I’d collapsed into your arms
And like a child safe from harm
I turned away
Protected from the cruel and bitter winter
And all we had was all that we could gather
All we had was all that we could gather
All we had was here in these hands…
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10. |
Mir II
07:28
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Ember Rev Cambridge, UK
Ember Rev play seamless sets of rhythm-driven art-rock, reworking and repurposing familiar forms that recall the percussive
Africana of Talking Heads and the accordian-led romance of Arcade Fire.
Alternately rattling with glockenspiels then looping and stuttering, it’s a sound that demands you keep coming back.
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