Last man standing, you,
At every corner, at every border
I'm gonna take my sunglasses off
To see my lies in your eyes
A coffee with
Prophecies and promises
To make it not too sour.

I'll save the people
That only you can see
With the faith on the dash
Who fall in love in a country dance hall

Love is made of blood
Though our blood is not there to see
Perfect words at night
Lost the next morning 
Between the paper lines.

We'll meet again on the blue sea
Where we'll try to take the right wave
To be your brother for a day
And your son forever.

Love is made of blood
Though our blood is not there to see
Perfect words at night
Lost before a flight
In September time.

Any Old Way

September (Bonus Track)

She was just sitting at the table 
With all my saints. 
She didn’t know my new peace 
Had to start with her.

Now she says “go back” 
This is the only way to pace yourself.

Look at the photo of your dad 
Don’t let it out of your head 
Make it your room once again.

Now we may wonder if the sky 
Is blue or black. 
If at the end of my life 
I will be well-bred.

Now I say “I love you” 
This is the only way to pace myself.

Look at the good you have made 
Collecting my fears on your shelf. 
Look at the good you have made 
Picking my number from the lottery jar.

Lyrics by Giuseppe Lanno

S.  ( Bonus Track)

S. (Bonus Track)

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Spring of The Leaf

Spring Of The Leaf

Blacksmith
The blacksmith works all day long
she melts iron with her thoughts,
her heart hard beats with the flame
despite the deaf smithy cage.
But something isn't burning right
nor a circle gets out bright
no dragon, castles or a perfect sword
is accepted by the mob, 
the Mother's law.
Temerijs watches her young life
trying to keep the devil away a mile
he jesy wants to clear her mind
so her fingers work so tight.
But something isn't burning right
nor a circle gets out bright
no dragon, castles or a perfect sword
is accepted by the mob, 
the Mother's law.
Keep your tears straight to your eyes 
let the Temerijs guides you tonight
no one can judge your beatin' hammer
a perfect strike, like a drummer.
But something isn't burning right
nor a circle gets out bright
no dragon, castles or a perfect sword
is accepted by the mob, 
the Mother's law.
Don't you worry to be fool,
their knees will always crawl,
they are alone and goons.

Blacksmith

Red Stone
Verse
Jamie was swingin' round the paper of an old book stand wonderin' why all the pages are yellow memories with a strong black hand
and no one cares.
Ted was walking on the other side with a sweet and colorful praline asking himself, like a child turns man, how something so good
can be so hard.
Chorus
What we got is what we let
have a place in our minds.
Where have you been for this long time?
Now I got it in my bag.
Verse
At the corner they look at the same bright light
try to catch that old red stone
and the old man said to them
“don't you worry about it,
everybody's got one
to carry on.”
They went down to yellow quite bay,
dangling them feet over the dock
thinking about where, after winter, the snow goes,
bringing with her
black eyes and cold.
Chorus
What we got is what we let
have a place in our minds.
Where have you been for this long time?
Instrumental Bridge
Verse
Hand in hand they went down to the wild forest back and sat down in a bed of snow
waiting for the winter's end,
they fell asleep and then,
they faded away.

Red Stone

Oak and The Merrow is an acoustic duo born in 2016 when Simona Lo Piccolo (Vocals) and Nicolò Aiello (Guitars and Backing Vocals) suddenly met and decided to start this music project. Their passion for old and new folk came out since the beginning, so they started to sing old and well-known images, but also new and original stories. Their interest takes root in the ancient nordic folk till the anglo-american one. They love any kind of storytelling, legends and tales.

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