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Out Walking
04:05
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Out walking in the woods one day,
one fated step and I had become prey.
The woodsman trapping game had not
foreseen a maiden as his lot.
But snare me here, and hold me there,
his bounty I could be!
For it were twenty years passed since I left this body.
So love it, own it, main it dry!
Hold it, hurt it, make it cry!
For it's elsewhere, buried deep in snow,
that the bird of my soul has made its home.
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Put A Bird
04:35
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Put a bird in a burning tree.
It would fly away, unless that bird was me
For I don't know how to fly.
And I'm afraid of heights.
And to open up my wings terrifies me more anything.
So forest fire single blaze,
I'd bound to keep my place,
and from the treetop watch it all burn down,
baking blacker, passing out.
What's the use a bird who cannot fly?
Where's the good in a girl who just cries?
Where's the mirth in a merle who will not sing.
A broken pot doesn't hold anything.
What's the use of a bird who cannot fly?
who'll never feel the winds of the sky.
Where's the mirth in a merle who will not sing,
nor spread the joy of the dawn and what she brings.
Where's the good in a girl who just cries?
And all she sees are the things that she despises.
A broken pot doesn't hold anything...
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3. |
Perm
02:24
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If there's time I might perm my hair
and dowse my skin in lavender.
I'd like some shoes and a chair that's new-
and then I'll look nice the tv-room.
I never thought I'd go outside again-
what if I saw you? What would I say?
But time's caught up, and things are never the same.
My heart has failed me and yet I am still here.
Don't deserve a chance at finding some cheer.
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Threads
02:59
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An open door
a burning hearth.
A glass is broken, my book untouched.
Where have you gone?
Where have you gone?
Where have you gone?
Where have you gone?
I'm standing in a web;
you're holding every thread.
I can't escape your screams.
I hate when you scream.
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5. |
Black Bear Dancing
14:01
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Agile, tightrope-walking, black bear dancing the high rope.
Inexplicable forest-mover, in the skyline with the drones.
A feat impossible, yet visible.
A wild weight, suspended!
Back down,
Claws out,
Sky-strung tumbler...
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Woodpecker Wooliams Brighton, UK
Musical project of Gemma Williams.
WW toured extensively around Europe, Russia and the Baltics
and performed at Yoko Ono's Meltdown festival before this guise was put to rest in 2013.
'A stunning find.’ SUNDAY TIMES
"Musically and emotionally, it’s belting." BBC.CO.UK
THE GUARDIAN 'New Band of The Day' 06/09/12
‘Enchanting solo masterpieces’ - THE INDEPENDENT
www.gemmawilliamsmusic.co.uk
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