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by O'Hooley & Tidow

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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
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
Blanket 04:56
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
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
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
Shadows 04:18
Beryl 03:46
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
The Pixie 04:55
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
Reapers 05:00
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.
River 03:56
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


Released August 2016 by No Masters


released March 29, 2017


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