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Waxwing
06:02
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Waxwing
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Once, under juniper
a wicked word
from bones and broderie
became a bird.
She cut her feathers up
into a cloak
and fled back to her almond tree
when he awoke.
Fair Jorinde it be Hallowtide!
Oh Fitcher’s feathered head
wherefrom, wherefrom?
Find the petal with the pearl inside -
black eyed Susan’s out of bed
and up in song.
Seven ravens stalk the inbetween,
the fairytale foretold.
September sent the rain
in silver darts.
Send them soupy for the guillotine,
how many heads have rolled?
To see our livers slain
and eat out our hearts.
(Birdy be wary
Birdy be wary
Birdy be wary
Birdy be wary
Would you like to bake a pie?)
Fairings for the four and twenty,
don’t you brood, little birdy.
Would you like to bake a pie?
(Please be wary
Please by wary
Don’t look on the shelf
The woman tells a lie)
If you need a lesson
I have plenty -
kick the jinx
and kiss him goodbye.
Jorinde I’ll carry you up and into the sky...
Oh God, make me small make me somebody else.
(We’ll make it out brave, we’ll make it out whole)
I flew through the forest and wept where you knelt.
(You watered the grave, you met with my soul)
You ran with the flames and you taught them to dance.
(Come back to bed, come back to us)
Now they would burn if you gave them a chance.
We can turn back today, turn back to dust
Sang the ring dove from the willow spray
“My pretty nightingale
where have you gone?”
“Sir the forest took our words away,
and that is how this sorry tale became a song"
Lyrics by Georgia Harris
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2. |
Hatchling
02:59
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Hatchling
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Goosegrass - its sticky hissing,
we played Bleedy Tongue.
Come and catch me count to ten -
catch me again while I hide.
Fig cake - like a rattlesnake,
so full of teeth.
Bread and butter in the bath,
cut it in half - it’s bed time.
I am a baby bird,
barley-blind,
nil by mouth.
Singing:
How could you love me like this?
How could you leave me like this?
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3. |
Breadcrumbs
05:06
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Breadcrumbs
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Brother, brother where are we?
Again we pass this tainted tree,
so blind and beaten.
Ladder, ladder fall for me
I’ll climb so high that I can see
our breadcrumbs eaten.
Martyr, martyr let me be
should I feel sorry to have freed
my gentle keeper.
Stop and let me take a bite,
all this running builds the appetite
for something sweeter.
There, circling the flooded flame
she bears the olive and she sings your name.
One wing painted in the sodden sky,
the other sleeping as she tries to fly,
singing:
“I was the bird of the mountain"
"I was the bird of the mountain”.
We are running, running
through the bracken, through the blackberries,
and every fistful’s
dark, dark dribble brings me back
a stranger to my brother’s house,
the lonely thinker.
I could have been the next jam jar drinker- a bringer of bears.
Will you bring me a song from the father,
bring me a song from the father.
How he sent us running, how we came to hide
so far from the garden.
I am Adam, I am sky
I give a rib and get an alibi,
tempted by the Sabbath stealer.
Lay me where you’d like to lie,
stay me through another’s eyes
your gentle healer.
See me one foot wanting in the apple seed,
the other twisted in the tangled weeds.
Would you tape my fingers from the bitter leaves?
Or were we one world wiser having watched them bleed?
Will you lead me back to the garden?
Will you lead me back to the garden?
Running wild
I was always a mountain child.
Come carry me, carry me home.
I am the bird of the mountain,
I am the bird of the mountain.
Lyrics by Georgia Harris
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4. |
Low
06:41
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Low
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Forest of Eves -
all library leaf, and paper cut,
the night above, the moon beneath.
See a little birdie flying low -
find a breeze, flow, flex your feathers!
Did you ever see a bigger sky?
She sings “la, la, la”
wherever she flies, though she tries to fly away.
Down in the grove,
all freckled light, and eggshell rain,
the summer warm and thick with cherries:
be-comely woman, headed home
to find a comb before she finds her father.
“Oh, did you ever feel so flooded
as when lying low with me?
Take me down in Leman fields”,
wherever they go, they will know the way she’s walked -
those lilies stain like tailor’s chalk.
All flowering elflock.
I used to draw men like you,
shaped their shoulders through the night.
But I could never get the fingers right -
they used to clutch too tightly
than to befit my softly shepherd.
They told you “always wield your will, your grace.
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To us, to take it lying low,
they set us in our place:
“Ladies, most of you will be mothers…
you will love, and you will bleed
its honeyed wine, its flaxen seed.
Spitting teeth on swallowed stones,
all flowing milk and bruisy bones.”
Baby, you were born to bear it.
Lo,
Little Birds,
beating down on brittle branches.
Did you ever see a bigger sky?
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5. |
Eat Me Alice
05:10
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Eat Me Alice
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Don’t you want to eat me Alice?
Snuggle up in an old brown shoe.
It’s an ugly world out there,
You’re safe with me, there’s room for two.
You can even stay a while, dear,
Learn the rules and run the race.
I’m sure that we can find a place for you,
Such a little girl, such a pretty face.
Did I get lost in the woods?
Did I change in the night?
Nothing here is as it should be,
I’m all too hot and too tight.
This world is a wilderness,
I never was so small as this before.
I just want to play in the garden.
But I’m too big to fit under the door.
Don’t you want to eat me Alice?
Slide me down like a warm wet fish.
Would it hurt to give a little smile?
A little fishy makes a lovely dish.
I bet you’d make a tender mother,
You could meet Mr Crocodile,
And see how cheerfully he seems to grin,
To welcome little oysters in.
This world’s full of savages,
Though they may seem well to do.
There may be kings in their cabbages,
Just one or two.
I know there is another shore
Beyond the other side.
Where all the waistcoat buttons
Can come undone and hide.
Down where the orchids sleep
To bloom before their Queen
They say she wakes in summer
And dresses all in green.
Come Captor, Seducer and Daughter of Eve
You have poisoned the apple and painted my leaves.
All our ochre Octobers burn in ebony.
Don’t you want to eat me Alice?
Lay me down in the bones and beaks
We could reel and writhe away
Pull his tail and see if it squeaks.
And don’t you even want to try it Alice?
Have a drag and take a slice.
I can show you where The Serpent keeps
his sulky moons and sugar mice.
Shut me up like a telescope,
I’m no good for looking through.
Seal me up in an envelope,
That’s thick with glue.
I’ll try another day,
I’m not myself you see.
There has to be another way
To reach the key?
Lyrics by Georgia Harris
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6. |
Mockingbird
04:33
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Mockingbird
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Hush my darling, don't you say a word.
The Devil isn't listening.
For in has flown his Sunday silver bird,
and I can't stop him singing.
I was a candle dove.
Sent to save,
from fires above.
Sing in your forbidden tongues,
but stop before the woodsman comes.
He'll cut your laurel and your stolen Gods away.
He'll say pot, kettle, are you black?
And turn the feathers on your back,
and make you sing for sixpence you have yet to pay.
Hush my darling, pray you pay no heed.
The magpie's only whistling.
For she did steal that diamond for a star,
and I can't stop it glistening.
I was a sun so bright.
Sent to count the stars at night.
One for sorrow,
two for mirth.
Stop before you count the earth.
Why else do you think was Jacob's fiery angel slain?
She swept to save his burning heart,
but scattered when the ash bled dark,
and cast a ring of roses round
the lovers' flame.
Hush my darling, rest your head-strong hands.
The ring won't stop them shaking.
For it has shattered to a looking glass, and I can't stop it breaking.
Lyrics by Georgia Harris
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Loris and the Lion Liverpool, UK
Loris and the Lion weave gentle tales of joy and loss; a patchwork of sonic delights built by (wo)man and machine to soothe
the soul and feed the heart.
A duo from Liverpool, navigating life together accompanied by: fairytales; folktales; lifetales.
Calling to mind the sounds and spirit of Joanna Newsom, Tori Amos and Jesca Hoop.
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