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The Whin Sill
03:23
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‘Neath both greenery and sand
Volcanic Northumberland
Stretching out that weathered hand
In botanic of Whin Sill land.
You were fetched up on such as this
The jagged stone, that, upon which
The sweet remains of bitter past
From the sea to the Sycamore Gap.
Leave the High-Cup far behind
And let the cascade carry you on home.
And you let it in
Under your skin
You let it in
Under your skin.
Leave the High-Cup far behind
And let the cascade carry you on home.
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All Hail, All Glory
02:54
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All hail, all glory to the dead
Dulce et decorum.
Well Britannia rules the sea
But the land belongs to me
And you’re my Boudicca
You don’t fear the reaper.
Oh, yalla nuclear
You are my Boudicca
You don’t let them see you crying.
Forgive your god above
For he knows not what he’s done
Give in to those that come
Seeking equilibrium
And for you I’ll light a candle
At your door I’ll place flowers
For rebirth of civilisation
So fall must all empires.
All hail, all glory to the dead.
Pro patria mori.
God almighty, rain down
Beat your fist upon the ground
Let the sky open up
Then the land will belong to us.
‘Cause you’re my Boudicca
You don’t fear the reaper.
Oh, yalla nuclear
You are my Boudicca
You don’t let them see you crying.
Forgive your god above
For he knows not what he’s done
Give in to those that come
Seeking equilibrium
And for you I’ll light a candle
At your door I’ll place flowers
For rebirth of civilisation
So fall must all empires.
All hail, all glory to the dead.
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In Fading Light
03:25
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In fading light
Beyond all earthly binds
We’ll weep while they meet their demise.
Like ships in the night
Just searching for a sign of life.
But from depths we reap
And way down the line
We’ll yearn for the turning tide.
Before I’m buried in the earth it’s clear
Before I’m released into the atmosphere
To rot with the fossils and the debris
To become what remains of past biology.
It’s just a memory
Of factories housing energy
Now with opened eyes
It’s realised.
In fading light
Beyond all earthly binds
We’ll weep while they meet their demise.
Before I’m buried in the earth it’s clear
Before I’m released into the atmosphere
To rot with the fossils and the debris
To become what remains of past biology.
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Serpentine
03:57
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Sister, you move like the serpentine
You’re twisted, you bury your bones by night.
Snakes in your cabinet
Horse’s head in your sheets
London clay in your walking boots
See spooks in the fields
From Hampstead Heath
To Morecambe Bay
In the shifting tides
In the month of May
You’re walking like a lady
Like you’re so benign
Blue born baby
I feel your serpentine.
Sister, you walk like you know the way
We followed for days
And grazed on import trade
Sister in the heel-high
Morecambe tide in your walking boots
So deep ‘neath the heath
Creep spooks and ghouls
Flog a mule
From Dunoon to Budle Bay
More cockle than mussel
But they like it that way
Crying out
“Alive-alive-ay
Alive-alive-oh”
Born a blue baby
I want you to know
I feel your serpentine.
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5. |
Into The Deep
04:03
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And when I die
You’ll bury me
Beyond the bay
And out to sea.
With no remorse
Comes sweet release
Into the deep
You’ll carry me.
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The Launch
03:56
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When you’re ready to go
Let me know.
When you’re ready, go.
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Dead Nag
03:57
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I’d pinned a mule’s tale
To the slacks hung on the cabinet door
But it seems like nineteen-ninety-seven
Was the year of the corduroy.
Bookies backed a dead nag
That got flogged, maybe destroyed
And the two riders that approached
Were clutching coconuts and polaroid’s
Of the beast that crossed the line
‘bout Arabian spring-time
You left your mark behind
Now I’ve left mine with;
A dead draught horse for the goad
A headless rider in the road
There before me as foretold
The old cart horse will bare the load.
When all the King’s horses
At the post are pipped
He may ride side-saddle
But he shoots from the hip
Thoroughbred over steeple
Gentry over suffragette
Then the last post will play
Above your left epaulette.
So cards on the table
You put your money on the lame and unable
I pinned a tale on the strong and the stable
A par for the fabled course
A dead draught horse for the goad
A headless rider in the road
There before me as foretold
The old cart horse will bare the load.
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Hollow
02:17
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Deep in a dark hollow
Deep down the rabbit hole
Boys cut to cart coal
From shafts carved in the soil.
Don’t get me wrong
But how would you know
What’s in my heart and my soul?
Loosen that load and let go
As toil and tin hats turn to toast
The spoils of earth did turn to gold.
Now inches from the fire
Like a stiff slung on the pyre
A hare to the hounds of liars
Take me down the river via
Cavities and coves
Hallowed,
From whence came that black gold
Pits bore ‘neath our homes
Shallowed,
They turned the father to the ghost
But the spoils of earth turned to gold.
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The Haven of St Aidan's
09:20
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Across the causeway to the island
Board the bus for Holy Island
Land of castles, land of coastline
Land of promise, land of coal mines.
Echoes way out to the lighthouse
It’s a short ride to the lighthouse
It goes way out from the harbour mouth
It’s a boat-ride to the lighthouse.
The Darling buds of Bamburgh
Lay ‘neath my umbrella
And all aboard the Forfarshire
All of what’s left of her.
My county of castle and coal mine
Of harvest from Pennine to coastline
Is a causeway to island
Of boats on the seabed lying;
Heavily stricken
Laid to wreck and waste
Littered like seabirds on the rockface.
Echoes way out to the lighthouse
It’s a short ride to the lighthouse
It goes way out from the harbour mouth
It’s a boat-ride to the lighthouse.
The haven of a holy isle
Severed by the tide times
The cradle of coast Christianised.
By order of monastic profile
By means of amphibious mobile
Across the causeway
A pilgrimage to the priory.
Church harmonies
Take me to sea
Row, sail or steam
We are bound and lashed too deep.
We’re going to Big Harcar
So throw the buoy over.
It’s a short ride to the lighthouse
It’s a boat-ride to the lighthouse.
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North Shields born singer/songwriter Aaron Duff, works both solo and with full band under the name Hector Gannet.
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