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Sleep
03:34
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I was walking
Moon was shining
Something follows me
In the night sky
Stars find eyes
Hypnotised by trees
Send me now to sleep
Send me now to sleep
When my eyes closed
Darkness all round
Shadows follow me
I surrender hope for stillness
They're awaiting me
Leave me now to sleep
Leave me now to sleep
I am talking
eyes find faces
Hypnotising me
It is strong
but I am wilful
Will it leave me be
Take it now from me
Send it down to sleep
I was walking
Moon was shining
Something follows me
In the night sky
Stars find eyes
Hypnotised by trees
Send me now to sleep
Send me now to sleep
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Nothing
03:10
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I see everything
I see nothing
I see everything
and nothing
I feel nothing
I am the new one
the old one
the young one that grows old inside
I see everything and nothing
I feel nothing
A grain amongst the single
a leaf turned to mulch
an acorn ripe for harvest
deemed to have grown too much
For I am of the sky as I fly down the broken runway
swaying through half waking dreams and sleep walking through the day
I know everything about you
But I can't fathom you at all
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3. |
Georgie
04:12
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Once I had such a good little boy
A pretty boy quick as any
He could run five miles in one half an hour
A letter to pardon my Georgie
For what has Georgie done in Shooters Hill
Is it steeling or murdering any?
Oh he stole sixteen of the lord judges deer
And sold them down under the valley
O Saddle me up cried my lily-white breast
O Saddle me up to my pony
With bright guns in my hands and a sword at my side
I’ll fight you for the life of my Georgie
And Georgie's fathered six babes loved
And Georgie's fathered six babes loved
There's a seventh one into my body
But i'm willing to part with all I have got
If you'll spare me the life of my Georgie
And George shall be hanged in the frames of gold
And the frames of gold you won't find many
But i'm willing to part with all I have got
If you'll spare me the life of my Georgie
Spare me the life of my Georgie
Fight for the life of my Georgie
Spare me the life of my Georgie
For what has Georgie done on Shooter's Hill
Was it stealing or murdering any?
Oh he stole sixteen of the lord judge's deer
And sold them down under the valley
Once I had such a good little boy
A pretty boy quick as any
He could run five miles in one half an hour
A letter to pardon my Georgie
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Tell Tale Tusk weave spellbinding and award-winning vocal harmonies around melodious instrumentals to reimagine folktales
old and give light to folktales new.
Tell Tale Tusk’s take on folk is boundlessly creative: as well as being inventive interpreters of music from around the British Isles, the ensemble are prolific writers, adding their distinctive and astute voices to modern day folksong.
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