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Colne Valley Hearts
03:42
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Wasn’t an easy birth
Smacked me head coming out
Made me rugged, shoulders broad
Ready to carry, ready to work
Foreign on me tongue
Dialect, disarm
Spot the incomer miles away
When I turned up knowing no-one
When I showed up knowing no-one
Colne Valley Hearts
Necklace of red
Colne Valley Hearts
Hand over heart over hand
Cold hands, warm hearts
Lighting up the cut tonight
Back o’dam I saw her
Translucent, barely there
Cradling her clutch of carrier bags
Lullabies sung to air
By the cenotaph
Smoked from inside out
Furrows deep as valley sides
Bejewelled with the kindest eyes
She has the kindest eyes
Smog stained stone
Makes us know we’re home
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2. |
Made in England
03:42
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Made in England, England, England,
Made in England, England
A song for you and everyone
That inhabit dear old Albion
Her coastal waters heave and ho
As waves of travellers come and go
Who decides who guards the rights?
The Ballad of Britain begins tonight
Turning left on Lahore and Leeds
Children spilling across the streets
Football chanting undulates
Searching for Anglo Saxon ways
White admirals won’t amalgamate
Pakora and pint, ironically great
With me ruby murray, kebab in a hurry
Fags and Becks from the corner shop
Head to toe in Pradamark
I’m made in England, England, England
Made in England, England
To Trinidad via Notting Hill
Mosely’s henchmen fear instil
Jerk and joint, accuse and point
The bottom rung we must exploit
Whilst weary workers worn out by debt
Don’t know who to vote for next
From Brummie via Bangladesh
The hunger for cheap never rests
Rana Plaza our Bullring serves
Foreigners are thieves and perves
Pile ‘em high and sell ‘em cheap
The gentle sigh as foundations creak
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3. |
Blanket
04:56
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Wrap me in patchwork
Colours on grey
Material mother
Waterless whale
Born into conflict
Something our species dictates
Stay with me in the dark hours
Cloak my frightened head
Side by side, standing tall
You and me
My beautiful friend
Heavily footed
Powerful grace
Paper thin eyelids
Trauma replayed
Stately procession
Fate to be toppled or saved
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4. |
The Needle & The Hand
04:48
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You
You do have to be good
To read her mind, to always know
Prioritise the season’s change
From scorched to squall
A mistress of them all
You
Ultimately unsatisfactory
Despite grade A perfectionism
Idiosyncratic instructions
Prone to disruption
But rules must be obeyed
The pen hits the paper
The needle pricks the skin
Permanent reminders
That I have sinned
Undersized child, tiny eyes
The ogre’s roar, panther’s paw
Coaldust ink packed under claw
Painting, scarring, staining
To brand, hinder, shape and shame
Adorn my flesh with colour
Each mark, fine line and curve
Puncture my pain
It’s beautilation
Controlled infliction
A part of me regenerates
I still fear the dark
I flinch at the breeze
When you’re trying to stay alive
But no-one’s on your side
Life
In all its brilliance
Pewter to fuchsia
Opulent, full
Not black and white, not wrong nor right
Frugal love is not real love
Generous, healing, tender love
Teaches you to be
You
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5. |
Small, Big Love
03:32
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The grace of a train having to go slow
The turning of turbines, ten in a row
The rain’s net curtain over there in the distance
And one field lit up by the sun
Breathing in, breathing out
None of this is said out loud
That’s the size of my love for you
That’s the world we have made
From one and one to two
The skeleton fingers of trees making circles
Plane lines of winter skies uncurling like tendrils
Hot tea on cold mornings, warm bed at the dawning
Hopeless to get out of bed
Oh the things that we say
Only to each other
That turned a friend into a lover
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6. |
Shadows
04:18
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7. |
Beryl
03:46
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You might think that she was born on two wheels
Mad and dad behind her and the stars at her heels
Never looking back, I’m gonna make me mark
Born into nothing, a shy awkward lass
Coordination? St Vitus her dance
Never looking back, I’m gonna make me mark
I will not lead a life of disillusionment and disappointment
Beryl
Heart beats to the pedal
Like the salmon has to leap
Not about the medals
Feet flat to the metal
Push and push and push, repeat
Mother, worker, wife, champion on t’side
Like her curly crop, tightly organised
Never looking back, I’m gonna make me mark
Sprockets and mudguards, Charlie’s her guy
Dancing through the ginnels, Queen of British time
Never looking back, I’m gonna make me mark.
Head down, eyes forward, pulsing, sprinting to find the sweet spot
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8. |
The Pixie
04:55
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Weary and broken, just about dead
Limbs stitched clumsily with needle and thread
Glinting and splintered, fragile and young
It’s 1917 and I’m done
Small like a sparrow, wiry and taut
Lion hearted Daisy, hunting recruits
The fallen, the injured, the dog beaten low
Teach me Daisy what you know
Daisy, oh my Daisy
Dancer in war
Daisy, oh my Daisy oh
Knitting bones back to the start
Dark-eyed, glowing, fresh from the pit
Raw-boned, hungry, ready for it
Thrashing, compulsive, willing it on
The dance of the bloodied
Still marching strong
Daisy Daking
Marking the measure
Counting the tempo
Holding together
Thousands colliding
The tango of twisting
The waltz of the winner
The terror of losing
Giant swoop of tiny feathers
The greatness of small
The roar of the kitten
The greatness of small
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9. |
Reapers
05:00
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We are little reapers
In the fields of sin
Striving for the master
Precious souls to win.
Pointing them to Jesus
To the Lamb of God
Following his footsteps
In the paths he trod
Reaping for the master
We are toiling all the day
Pausing not for shadows
That becloud our way
Lead me to the clear light
Hold your hand above
Through my blind obedience
I will reach God’s love
This is for my own good
You will make me whole
Not for me to question
The testament of old
I drink from your chalice
I take from your palm
I look up to your wisdom
You will do me no harm
We are little reapers
Scything your mind
The floorboards, the corridors
Behind the dusty blinds
Your piety penetrated
Truth and right our sickles
Reaping what you made us
Alas no retribution
Exploiter relocated
The blind eyed bishop praised
The victim castigated.
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10. |
The Dark Rolling Sea
02:38
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11. |
River
03:56
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It's coming on Christmas
They're cutting down the trees
They're putting up reindeer
And singing songs of joy and peace
Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on
It don't snow here
You know, it stays pretty green
I'm going to make a lot of money
I'm going to quit this crazy scene
Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on
I wish I had a river so long
I would teach my feet to fly
I wish I had a river I could skate away on
I made my baby cry
She tried hard to help me
She put me at ease
She loved me so naughty
It made me weak in the knees
Oh, I wish I had a river I could skate away on
I'm so hard to handle
I'm selfish and I'm sad
I've gone and lost the best baby
That I ever had
I wish I had a river I could skate away on
Oh, I wish I had a river so long
I would teach my feet to fly
I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
I made my baby say goodbye
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O'Hooley & Tidow Huddersfield, UK
ENGLAND'S ANSWER TO THE MCGARRIGLES
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GUARDIAN
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