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Offerings
09:44
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I offer my wine to the Four winds all around me,
I offer my wine to the Earth and the Sky above.
I offer my wine to the places that are hidden,
I offer my wine to the people that I love.
I offer my wine to all those who have gone before. Don’t you know, someday I’ll stand on that shore.
I offer my bread to the people of the circle,
I offer my bread to the spirits of us all.
I offer my bread to every one of the night stars,
I offer my bread to the harvest standing tall.
I offer my bread to all those who have gone before,
Don’t you know, someday I’ll stand on that shore.
I offer my breath to the people of the mountains,
I offer my breath to the people of the dream.
I offer my breath to all the swimmers in the ocean,
I offer my breath to everyone who is unseen.
I offer my breath to all those who have gone before.
Don’t you know someday I’ll stand on that shore.
I offer my flame to the people of the valley,
I offer my flame to the people of the snow.
I offer my flame to the lost lands now forgotten,
I offer my flame to all the lands that all of us must go.
I offer my flame to all those who have gone before Don’t you know someday I’ll stand on that shore.
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Doing Fine
03:16
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Let’s sit down and let the winds blow,
Let’s not try any more.
Let’s begin and let it simply happen,
Let’s be, as we once were before.
Put wood on the fire, let it kindle,
We’ll warm ourselves before it’s glow.
It’s far to easy to be fretful,
We’ll just stay here until it’s time to go.
And when we’re ready,
We’ll sing those songs,
It will happen all in it’s own good time
We’ll ask permission and then we’ll call
No need to rush, it’s happening just fine.
This is the time without reason.
This is a reason outside time.
This is a moment when we all touch the infinite.
This is a moment when the infinite is divine.
This is a truth, beyond mere conception.
This is conception, beyond mere truth.
This is the mystery of the moment.
This is the moment that needs no proof.
And when we’re ready,
We’ll sing those songs,
We sing them now, it is the time.
No need to worry, no need for fretfulness
No need for anything, you’re doing fine.
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3. |
Thunderhead
07:39
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People say “there’s a storm coming,
Better gather water and fuel”.
They say when it comes,
It will put out the lights,
And it will be on us soon.
They say, well lose the Sun,
There’ll be no place left to run.
Clouds will cover the whole damn sky,
No time to ask why.
And it’s been coming a long time,
Turbulence, we could have all seen the signs.
Thunderheads rising over this land,
Are going to leave us nowhere to stand.
We all buried our heads,
Now we might choke
With all this shit in our beds.
Are you praying, are you in your heart,
There not much time to start.
And when it comes,
I hope that I am with the people
That I love and they know why.
And when it comes,
I hope that I will stand and pray
To the Earth and the Sky.
Everyday I hear the warnings
of storms on their way.
I don’t know if what I hear is right,
But you can bet that I’ll pray.
And if it’s true and it arrives,
And if, I find a place to hide.
I hope I see the Sun once more,
I hope it’s worth waiting for
I hope it’s there like before.
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4. |
Morning Star
08:07
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5. |
Arrows
03:48
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A Grandfather once told me,
It takes a cunning man to really live free.
Any fool can work his life,
To rent his house,
His land, his air and his light.
He said don’t act dim, don’t hide your eye.
Don’t play their game, don’t buy their lies.
Don’t bow your head, like they tell you too
And don’t let them put their shame on you
He said, I was born on the evening breeze,
I was born by the growing trees,
I was born neath the shining star,
He said, travel on and go far.
He said trust the wicked to be their own kind.
Trust the beauty you know you’ll find.
Trust the Sky, the Earth and the Sea.
Trust the spirits all around me.
He said, you can tell if your on the right track,
By all of the arrows shot in your back.
Don’t think they make a heavy load,
There just there to point the right road.
Never mind them shooting at you,
There just there to help you push through.
He said the people shooting don’t understand,
That an arrow in the back is an helping hand.
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6. |
Heads
08:22
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Fine words don’t mean too much,
When those fine words are a lie.
Put into print, or taken straight from a mouth,
They have no truth to testify.
What’s true for you? What’s true for me?
Is there truth here to be found?
What is the true measure of a man,
If the yard stick is underhand?
Damn the future, till it lies like the past,
Till the song is as sweet as the voice.
Damn the future, till it lies like the past,
But let the people think they’re making a choice.
Damn the future, till it lies like the past,
Is there anyone left now who can tell.
Damn the future, till it lies like the past,
Till the people get immune to the smell.
Old dogs sing your medicine songs,
Sing them out both loud and clear.
Sing them what they want to know.
And sing them what they want to hear.
You sang them once of all a saviour god,
One who died for everyone’s sins.
Now you sing them a sweet future song,
Of a time when everyone one wins.
Damn the future, till it’s murky like the past.
So not too many people will see.
Damn the future, till it’s murky like the past.
So you can re-write the history.
Damn the future, till it’s murky like the past.
But give out sweets to give it all nice taste.
Damn the future, till it’s murky like the past.
Till the things that were, are all now replaced.
Keep them simple, keep them quiet.
Give them things to make them feel there happy.
Give them news, and give them current affairs,
Give them just enough to make them think they’re savy.
Give them dreams and give them hopes.
Give them all their heart’s desire.
Give them peace, but with just a tiny hint of war.
Offer a safe warm place by your fire.
Give them circuses,
And give them soft warm bread.
Give them clowns, religion and the movies.
Give them titillation and a fun time in the sun.
Give them heads you win and tails he looses.
Damn the future, till it’s murky like the past.
So not too many people will see.
Damn the future, till it’s murky like the past.
So you can re-write the history.
Damn the future, till it’s murky like the past.
But give out sweets to give it all nice taste.
Damn the future, till it’s murky like the past.
Till the things that were, are now all replaced.
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7. |
Heddfan [Bonus Track]
02:35
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Nicholas Breeze Wood UK
Multi instrumentalist singer-songwriter drawing on Rock, Arabic and Medieval music, using instruments from all those traditions
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