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They lay here, prepared, in coracles of stone To sail the racing waves, their spirits set to roam And each is cast adrift, while anchored to the land And in each year that past, the lark, she flew and sang The lark in the morn, she rises off her nest And returns home in the evening with the dew upon her breast The lark in the morn, she whistles and she sings And returns home in the evening with the dew upon her wings Five ships of weathered stone, five stars upon the hill, Five dreamers across time, five dreamers sailing still Like all who sail the land, pale land-stars they became, Dreamers cast adrift, for next lands to attain The lark in the morn, she rises off her nest And returns home in the evening with the dew upon her breast The lark in the morn, she whistles and she sings And returns home in the evening with the dew upon her wings Memories they had once, of things that they had known Harvests gathered in, and children who had grown Lives placed into stone hulls, at the turning of their tide Placed deep into the earth to sail the other side The lark in the morn, she rises off her nest And returns home in the evening with the dew upon her breast The lark in the morn, she whistles and she sings And returns home in the evening with the dew upon her wings I give offerings of milk, a token of my own As white as the soul’s sea, as white as any bone And offerings of words, said in my foreign tongue So different from their own, though from the same lands as they sprung The lark in the morn, she rises off her nest And returns home in the evening with the dew upon her breast The lark in the morn, she whistles and she sings And returns home in the evening with the dew upon her wings
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The Knocking 04:17
If you’d only glance my way I’d make the nighttime turn to day If you’d only stand close by I’d raise arms and I would learn to fly If you’d only speak to me I ‘d move the mountains to the sea If you’d only guide my hand I’d make diamonds from out of sand If you’d only give me voice I’d turn limits into a choice If you’d only help me stand I’d turn the clouds into the land If you’d only make me brave I’d bring life from out of the grave If you’d only help me see I’d fling doors wide and I set you free If you’d only come to me
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Water wears down stone Erodes all at hand, Imperceptably slowly, But relentless, to sand. As things all breakdown, As things fade away, As things are revealed, To be merely display. All kings and all princes They soon must make way All things are passing And nothing can stay To the sea I’ll depart, From the sea I’ll arise, In this heartbeat of movement. I swim between skies. Why do I feel sad, Why shed my tears? Why pander to worry, Or dread, or to fears? As things all breakdown, As things fade away, Things are revealed, To have had their heyday. Rich castles and cities, They soon must make way. Both formless and form, They each have their play. To the fire I’ll depart From the fire I’ll arise In this heartbeat of movement I blaze beneath skies Each breath I breath I draw from the air To return it once more To the breath we all share As things all breakdown As things fade away As things are revealed There’s no cause for dismay Night stars and wide oceans They soon must make way The force of all changes It must have its way To the air I’ll depart From the air I’ll arise In this heartbeat of movement I fly beneath skies The touch of my fingers The sun on my face All things are fleeting And leave not a trace As things all breakdown As things fade away The change and the turmoil I can’t keep at bay High mountains and people, They soon must make way. For all things dissolve, At the end of the day. To the earth I’ll depart, From the earth I’ll arise. In this heartbeat of movement, I stand beneath skies.
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Marriage Bed 05:46
I, my friend, am weeping Is it in joy, or is it in pain? My fingers clench in subtile grief For things so different, yet the same I sense a key, but where’s the door? What comes anew? What was before? And mystery once more I thee wed And bring thee to my marriage bed You, my friend, are weeping Is it in joy, or is it in pain? Here we stand twixt Earth and Sky Knowing we can not explain But I’ve your hand like times before We found ourselves on foreign shore Lands anew, we’ve found again Though stars familiar do remain I my friend am laughing Is it in pain, or is it in joy? Sensed with utmost open bliss Things long past I now deploy In our hands we hold the line As past and future realine To take up their allotted space Within this ancient nuptial place You, my friend, are laugh-ing Is it in pain, or is it in joy? The rational must be put aside Knowing is all I can employ Sun and Moon both kiss our brow And whisper they all things allow Past and future do unite Upon this endless wedding night
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Ai Lemozi 06:04
A! Lemozin, francha terra cortesa, Molt me sap bo qar tals honors vos creis, Qe jois e pretz e deportz e gaiesa, Cortesia e solatz e dompneis S'en ven a nos; e·l cor estei anceis! Be·s deu gardar qi a druz se depeis Per qals obras deu esser dompna qesa: Dos e servirs e garnirs e largesa Noiris amors com fai l'aiga los peis, Enseingnamenz e valors e proesa Armas e cortz, e guerras e torneis. E qui pros es ni de proesa·s feis, Mal estara s'aoras non pareis, Pos Na Guiscarda nos es sai tramesa. Ah Limozi, noble and courteous country, How good is the knowledge that you hold to honour, That joy and prowess and deportment and gaiety, Conversation, fine graces and respect to women come to us, so in our hearts they may dwell. It should be pondered upon, by those who are devoted to love, By what fine deeds a woman must be won. Service and gifts, and fine clothing and riches, These nourish love, as water nourishes the fish Gracious behaviour and valour and worth Fighting and courts and tourneys and war And he who is virtuous, made of excellence Will stand untoward if he does not appear so Because Lady Guiscarda has now been sent to us
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All The Time 02:58
There’s foolish wisdom that seems to abide In every quarter across the world wide Straw is not gold, and piss is not wine Though many will tell you that they are, all the time To look with eyes shut is not viewed a crime Water is dry they say, heat it is cold And if you argue, you better be bold Up is not down, and clean is not grime Though many will tell you that they are, all the time To think with minds closed is not viewed a crime Greed it is noble and caring is weak The princes of power, that’s how they speak A trump’s not a trumpet, debased’s not divine Though many will tell you that they are, all the time To give with hands closed is not viewed a crime Plunder for profit, with no sense of shame Add mock contrition, to oil the game Control is not freedom, besmirched is not shine Though many will tell you that they are, all the time To live with life closed is not viewed a crime
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I noch an arrow in my bow And aim it where I seek to go, And lose the shaft and I give it flight, To watch it fail, an awful sight. Completely is my target missed, It is not by my arrow kissed. I failed by lack of skill, not might, And that then is my sorry plight. While in the air, its free of care, I fletched in hope, my aim was square. But miss the mark, and I miss it wide, I watch if past my target glide. Connection with my aim I try, That’s why I let my arrow fly, But in between the string and ground, Liminal, it’s space is found. I learned to talk when I was young, Share meaning with my inept tongue. Connect, with words so clear and true, Was what I really tried to do. But words are fickle things at best, Which put us to a dreadful test. We strive to make our meaning clear, To land straight as the others hear. I say a thing, and my aim is bright, But in the air the words change flight, And they land asquew and not foresquare, Instead of mend, they rend and tear. Connection from my words I try, That’s why I let my phrases fly, But in between the thought and sound, Liminal, their space is found. Though born we were, and pass we will, We walk the space between them still, And aim our words and our deeds with care, And watch them land, for ill or fair. We each into our lives are loosed, By unseen bowstrings, from our roost, To set us out upon our course, Propelled by unseen divine force. We live within the gap of things, While life, to us, it’s wonders bring. The space between, is always home, However far we try to roam. Connections from our paths we try, That’s why we set our intent fly, But in between, while outward bound, Liminal, their space is found.

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Recorded at Tiger’s Nest Studios, Pembrokeshire, West Wales
© 2018 Wotie Records • WOTCD021
www.wotie.co.uk

Nicholas Breeze Wood:
Guitarra Latina: after Cantigas de Santa Maria Manuscript (Marcelo García Morillo)
Guitarra Morisca: after Cantigas de Santa Maria Manuscript (Tarquin Bolton)
Gittern: after Cantigas de Santa Maria Manuscript (Paul Baker)
Gittern: after surviving late medieval instrument by Hans Oth (Paul Baker)
Citole: after a carving in Burgos Cathedral, Spain (Chris Bowen)
Medieval Fiddle: (Bernard Ellis)
Soprano and Alto Rebecs: (Wood & Co)
Rebab: (Chris Brown)
Lyre: (Mid East Instruments)
Medieval Harp: (Wood & Co)
Sinfonye: [Medieval Hurdy-Gurdy] after Cantigas de Santa Maria Manuscript (Charles Cooper)
Oud: (Turkish)
Latvia: (Turkish)
Kemençe: (Turkish)
Pandiero: [Medieval Square Frame Drum] (Rui Junior)
Pandiero: (Nicholas Breeze Wood)
Medieval Long Drum: (Nicholas Breeze Wood)
Darabuka • Bendir • Riq • Finger Cymbals • Timbrel
Qraqeb: [Moroccan Iron Castanets] • La Crunchas [Traditional Scallop Shell Scraper]
Bagpipes and midi Bagpipes • Recorders and Six-hole Pipes


Music and Words © 2018 Nicholas Breeze Wood, except for:

Five Stars:
Refrain: anon, traditional
Verses: Nicholas Breeze Wood

Can Vei La Lauzeta:
Bernart de Ventadorn (1135 - 1194)

Non Sofre Santa Maria:
Cantigas de Santa Maria (CSM 159)
Attributed to Alfonso X el Sabio
King of Castile (1221 - 1284)

Ai, Lemozi:
Bertran de Born (c.1140 - c.1215)

Ja Mais Non Er:
Guiraut Riquier de Narbona (c.1230 - 1292)

S'anc Fui Belha:
Cadenet (c.1160 - c.1235)


Mixed binaurally, to create a more immersive experience when using headphones

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released September 1, 2018

With deep gratitude to:
The Spirits and the Ancestors • Faith Nolton, Janey Verney, Karo Ryan and the Star Basket • Matty Easingwood • Michéle Brown

See you on the other shore Steve

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Multi instrumentalist singer-songwriter drawing on Rock, Arabic and Medieval music, using instruments from all those traditions

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