sad sickness

You can order the full 'Seven Hours' EP (CD/10" Vinyl/DL) out September 30 on Erased Tapes from http://www.erasedtapes.com/store/index/ERATP051

Lungful

Take in a breath and treasure the light
Don’t let them see you move, you've got nothing to prove
Hold out your palms and place them in mine
Don’t let me feel you shake, in fear they find mistake

Silence the song with bugles that play
You need to hear the call, they’re wishing you to fall
Don’t let them see you fail
I will not let you fail

© Douglas Dare 2013

Seven Hours (Bonus Digital Booklet Version)

Lungful

whisper:
weeping over our lives
in darkness, as billows roll,
morning for ourselves
that he might pity us,
hating ourselves
for what we are now.
voice:
All our words fall lifeless,
Broken down and soft,
Like a hawk without wings,
Pale tune without a song.
I recall when our words weren't so cold.

Innocent don't play here
Fields purged with bombs
Pouring fire on children
Will you buy yours another dog?
How can we suffer you any more?
chorus:
Where are our warriors
When all the guns are pointed
At our heads in the name of the law
To lawfully kill for profit?

All that I see are liars and thieves
Making the laws and making the wars.
On the TV they talk about peace
And we obediently pay for it all.

These psychopaths feed on power and greed
We can no longer be fucking around.
The warriors are here, the hour is near,
We'll put them in the cold, open ground.

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Cold Open Ground

This song is about dancing  with the muse...  the creative spirit which often feels to me, like a little bird...  elusive and surprisingly powerful.
Thanks to my lovely son Flint for the little bird photo - a New Zealand wax-eye.

Come little bird fly to me....       

Come little bird fly to me
soft as a feather a song wild and flying free
come little bird sing to me
spin and dance in the limitless stars

Come little bird fly to me
I am cold I’m alone and I don’t like the way  that I
fill up my silences
dance all my days in deep sorrow

Come little bird fly to me
through the ocean of silence the way that our hearts keep on
breaking to pieces you’ll never ever know
that you’d been there until you arrived

Come little bird fly to me
through the deep layers of dreaming the webs we have woven 
to bind us down fast, the deep well of sadness
in which I fear I be drowning

Come little bird fly to me
in the mirror of silence reflection of dreams spilling 
over and under and sweet down the 
deep of your cheeks...

Come little bird... fly to me

She Just Wept (Starsailor)

Taken from the EP 'City'. Available worldwide on iTunes:  http://bit.ly/TxrPMl
http://www.facebook.com/haydencalninmusic
As heard on "The 100" S1 Ep5 and "Suits" S4 Ep6

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