Never Go Hungry

One of the finest FJAMS sessions, Song by Sue Sweeney, performed by FJAMS on 2006-05-02 at Studio 9 in Moray Scotland. The sound in the background is of an actual recording by Alien Contactee, Billy Meier,  Hat tip to Sean David Morton of http://www.StrangeUniverseRadio.com.  FJAMS are Fiona Mcbean (vocals), Jay Pee, Alexgardarsson, Mike Hendry and Sue Sweeney..



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Red Pill Blues

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DreamWithinDream

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Seven Steps To Heaven 432

Re-working of an old track, with Lucy Thomas and I reading the poem this time. 

Dissolve Again

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Intoxication 2012

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Perron - So Be It

Read by Ray Armstrong
Dij - Charles Clarke
Violin - Lila
Drums JP
Tea - Daisy

Song of Wandering Aengus

I went down to the hazel wood, 
Because a fire was in my head, 
I cut and peeled a hazel wand, 
And hooked a berry to a thread; 
And when white moths were on the wing, 
And moth-like stars were flickering out, 
I dropped the berry in a stream 
And hooked a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor 
I went to blow the fire aflame, 
When something rustled on the floor, 
And someone called me by my name: 
It had become a glimmering girl 
With apple blossom in her hair 
Who called me by my name and ran 
And faded in the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering 
Through hollow lands and hilly lands, 
I will find out where she has gone, 
And kiss her lips and hold her hand;
And walk among long dappled grass, 
And pluck till time and times are done 
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
— William Butler Yeats

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