1. |
The Chimney Sweeper
04:30
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Take from 'Songs of Innocence and Experience' by William Blake
Little black thing among the snow,
Crying "weep! weep! weep!" in notes of woe!
"Where are thy father and mother? say?"
"They are both gone up to the church to pray.
The Chimney Sweeper.
And because I am happy and dance and sing,
They think they have done me no injury,
And are gone to praise God and his Priest and King,
Who make up a heaven of our misery."
The Chimney Sweeper.
Ah, Chimney Sweeper.
Because I was happy upon the heath,
And smil'd among the winter's snow,
They clothed me in the clothes of death,
And taught me to sing the notes of woe.
The Chimney Sweeper.
Ah, Chimney Sweeper.
Chimney Sweeper.
Chimney Sweeper.
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2. |
London
04:28
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Taken from 'Songs of Innocence at Experience' by William Blake
I wander thro' each charter'd street,
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow.
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of every Man,
In every Infants cry of fear,
In every voice: in every ban,
The mind-forg'd manacles I hear.
Oh, London.
Oh, London.
Oh, London.
Oh, London.
How the Chimney-sweepers cry
Every blackning Church appalls,
And the hapless Soldiers sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls.
Oh, London.
Oh, London.
Oh, London.
Oh, London.
But most thro' midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlots curse
Blasts the new-born Infants tear
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.
Oh, London.
Oh, London.
Oh, London.
Oh, London.
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3. |
Punk Song
03:01
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You climb up onto the top, you feel your rhythm
You climb up onto the top, you feel your rhythm
You climb up onto the top, you feel your rhythm
You climb up onto the top, you feel your rhythm,
feel your rhythm, feel your rhythm,
feel your, your, oh, oh
Please tell me you're using her just for your needs now,
Please tell me you're using her just for your needs now,
Please tell me you're using her just for your needs now,
Please tell me you're using her, her, her, her…
Send him overboard!
I’ll send him overboard!
I’ll send him overboard!
I’ll send him overboard!
I’ll send him overboard!
I’ll send him overboard!
I’ll send him overboard!
I’ll send him, I’ll send him, I’ll send him!
You climb up onto the top, you feel your rhythm
You climb up onto the top, you feel your rhythm
You climb up onto the top, you feel your rhythm
You climb up onto the top, you feel your rhythm,
feel your rhythm, feel your rhythm,
feel your, your, oh, oh
One last kiss before the decision,
One last smile before the incision,
Icarus you went too far
And now you're gonna burn…
Send him overboard!
I’ll send him overboard!
I’ll send him overboard!
I’ll send him overboard!
I’ll send him overboard!
I’ll send him overboard!
I’ll send him overboard!
I’ll send him, I’ll send him, I’ll send him!
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4. |
Sunflower
03:19
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by William Blake from 'Songs of Innocence and Experience'
A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said 'I've a pretty rose tree,'
And I passed the sweet flower o'er.
Then I went to my pretty rose tree,
To tend her by day and by night;
But my rose turned away with jealousy,
And her thorns were my only delight.
Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow:
Arise from their graves and aspire,
Where my Sunflower wishes to go.
Ah Sunflower! weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the Sun:
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the travellers journey is done.
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5. |
Sir John Le Spring
06:07
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Lyrics taken from 'Sir John Le Spring' by Robert Lascelles
Pray for the soul of Sir John Le Spring,
When the black monks sing and the vesper bells ring.
Pray for the sprite of a murdered knight,
Pray for the soul of Sir John Le Spring.
He fell not, when before the cross,
The waning crescent fled.
When the Martyr’s palm and golden crown
Reward these soldiers dead.
He fell not in the battling field
Beneath the banners bright.
When the pealing cry of victory
May cheer the soul of a dying Knight.
But at the dead of night in the soft moonlight,
In the garden bower he lay.
And the dew of sleep, did his eye-lids steep
In the cursed bed they’d made.
And by not my murderous hand and bloody bran
With his paramour.
Was forced away from the bleeding clay
To the dreaded judgement seat.
In the southern aisle, his coat of mail
Hang over his marble shrine.
And his tilting spear is rusting there,
His helm, and his gaberdine.
And still where that guilty night returns,
On the eve of St. Barnaby bright,
The dying taper faintly burns
With a wan and a wavering light.
And the clammy midnight dew breaks forth,
Like drops of agony.
From the marble dank, and the armouries clank,
Affrights the priest on his knee.
And high overhead with shivering dread
Unearthly footsteps pass.
For the spirits of the air are gathering
And mock the holy mass.
Judge not sinner as thou art, commune with thy sinful heart,
And watch for thou knowest not the hour,
And to starlight bright, and darkest night.
Pray for the soul of the murdered knight
That died in his moonlight bower.
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6. |
Apple Tree
05:58
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Apple Tree
burden with past life,
Apple Tree.
He stole my future
And my harvest.
Withered bent back
Let loose blood sap
Remember me, love.
Apple Tree.
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7. |
Storytelling
03:54
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8. |
Infant Joy
02:50
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Taken from 'Songs of Innocence and Experience' by William Blake
I have no name
I am but two days old.
What shall I call thee?
I happy am
Joy is my name,
Sweet joy befall thee!
Joy is my name,
Sweet joy befall thee!
Pretty joy!
Sweet joy but two days old,
Pretty joy! I call thee;
Thou dost smile.
I sing the while
Sweet joy befall thee!
Sweet joy befall thee!
Sweet joy!
Sweet joy!
Sweet joy! Joy!
Sweet joy! Joy!
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9. |
Earth's Answer
04:15
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by William Blake from 'Songs of Innocence and Experience'
Earth rais'd up her head,
From the darkness dread & drear.
Her light fled:
Stony dread!
And her locks cover'd with grey despair.
Prison'd on watry shore
Starry Jealousy does keep my den
Cold and hoar
Weeping o'er
I hear the Father of the ancient men
Selfish father of men
Cruel, jealous, selfish fear
Chain'd in night.
Does spring hide its joy
When buds and blossoms grow?
Does the sower?
Sow by night?
Or the plowman in darkness plow?
Break this heavy chain,
That does freeze my bones around
Selfish! vain!
Eternal bane!
That free Love with bondage bound.
Earth’s Answer.
Earth’s Answer.
Earth’s Answer.
Earth’s Answer.
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Aeyther Newcastle Upon Tyne, UK
AEYTHER
Vocals / Piano: Freya Bryson
Cello /
Piano:
Kerrin Tatman
Violin:
Tamara Kazziha
Percussion:
Joe Hall
Aeyther is a Newcastle upon Tyne-based (UK) four-piece spanning cello, piano, vocals, drums and violin. Merging alternative folk with contemporary classical, the band released their first studio album 'Into the Forest (unplugged) in June 2018.
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