1. |
Behind your eyes
03:53
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by the time you rise, I’ll be so far from home
beyond the morning sun, and danger end to end
free the world behind your eyes
free the world behind your eyes
the palette of your mind, is all you’ll ever need
to dance beneath the moon, far lighter than the wind
free the world behind your eyes
free the world behind your eyes
somewhere in the night, I’m standing at the door
back into your heart, but I’ve been there all along
free the world behind your eyes
free the world behind your eyes
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2. |
Like a ghost
03:46
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like a ghost
on the breeze
the water flows
tourmaline
come to me
come to me
like a bird
sing the dawn
move to kill
no remorse
come to me
come to me
come to me
come to me
have a chair
settle down
behind the door
dogs are out
come to me
won’t you come to me
like a ghost
push on through
electric sky
wasted youth
come to me
come to me
find a way
run to me
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3. |
In the dream
01:53
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you called me
in the dream
for the first time
since that day
I heard you
early in Spring
but my
how you’ve changed
and vanish
as you please
just like the sun
through the drapes
of our lucky youth
it pushes through
with heroes
and heroines of the sea
but you
you never saw me
as a man
crashing through the waves
with the laughter
and fire of Apollo
so now
I touch you
in the dream
and learn to fly
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4. |
Motley Waeyn
03:33
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once was a man from One Tree Hill
who’s forebear was a slave
a ruthless rogue and he went by
the name of Motley Waeyn
he ventured West and found me there
I asked what of his game
‘from your abode I’ve come’ he howled
‘I’ve put them all away’
I raged and ran with blood red eye
my bid was way too late
you slay my kin and stole my wife
well damn you Motley Waeyn
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5. |
Sure Easterly (Boids)
02:18
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6. |
Observatory Lane
01:26
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waiting for you down along the township palisade
come along the rise toward Observatory lane
prying eyes from every window follow through the by-ways
trees and moving shadows frame another lazy Sunday
up onto the crest, we sit by the monster dome
who would want to work inside it up here, I don’t know
look at how the city lights quake in perfect splendour
confide in me your secret dreams
of moonlight on the heather
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7. |
Holly Grove
02:51
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Wrecking fast in Holly Grove
drawn to faces growing old
you hide in colours on the incline
but like a white horse in the sun
your comet forces have become
a trailing voice between the entry lines
you have left behind
Lying lucky in the field
her body sings for all to hear
nothing will avail the moment now
you barely move as if I’m there
but I hear angels everywhere
landing ragged down in Holly Grove
for real this time around
freehold friends behave the night
wires crossed, hanging fine
a skip and stone from my troubled mind
ten to one we whistle down
the porters on this hallowed ground
there’s something strange about the tailor-mades
you have left behind
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8. |
Road to Sparta
03:24
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one by one the angels fall
on that cartwheel road
facing down long days of fire
my mountain home
home…
the ghost of Agamemnon rides beside us now
down into the valley of thieves
made by giants between
the age old stone
below…
Outside the glass
the breakthrough sun rails on
alone
on my love’s lair
alone…
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9. |
Acanthus
01:35
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10. |
Silver rings
05:38
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mostly grey, the scene descends
in tombstone colours of the storm
rings of silver dance and play
in the first rays of…the dawn
her hands lay motionless and pale
as every winter day lays claim
to every fragment of her form
what happened to our maiden light
she once was evergreen and fine
once was brave but now denied
why
down into the field we roll
cast forgiveness to the wind
birds come rushing mother mean
for to find out where you’ve been
hate to steal your last goodbye
but take whatever you did find
leave the room without a trace
he just likes the way you dance
and count the lines upon your hand
the time is yours and yours is mine
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11. |
Before the rain
02:07
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way
before
way before the rain
way before the night fell
you sang
one last melody
to the trees
rivers
and stones
of your past
without a hitch
or did you see me
and pretend
I was nothing
but a fake
like the tears
of a friend
looking
for bail
but never mind
still
still you sang
to the earth
and heavens
because way
way before the rain
you bled
one last
goodbye
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History of trees Adelaide Airport, Australia
Well known among the local blues, roots, rock fraternity, Nikko (Nick Kipridis) started learning guitar in 1979 after
inheriting his father’s old Japanese Teisco and so began an everlasting love affair with guitar music.
HISTORY OF TREES is his first solo venture.
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