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The Programme

As It Was (stripped)

Postcards From Nowhere is an intimate acoustic journey through the heart of small-town America and the UK, told through the eyes of a young musician who trades the safety of home for the uncertainty of the open road.

The Busker's Prayer

From shallow reeds they lift at dawn
Their wings like blades, the flock is drawn
Across the steppe, the air runs thin
They do not circle, they only begin

They follow a course that no stars betray
A crimson horizon pulls them away

The flight of the flamingos, long and high
Through the borderless currents of the sky
Silent wings where the dark winds grow
To the fields where the heavy chimneys glow

They leave behind the salted brine
The river’s edge, the crooked line
Through forests black, through iron haze
They do not wander, they do not graze

No feather breaks from the scarlet stream
They fly with a single, sharpened dream

The flight of the flamingos, burning red
Through the whisper of clouds where the cold winds spread
No sound of song, no cry below
Only sparks where the heavy chimneys glow

Over the border, night is near
The air grows thick, the path is clear
They do not falter, they do not veer
Their beaks are pointed north of here

Through distance wide, their purpose stays
A line of fire through iron greys

The flight of the flamingos, sharp and true
Over forests of steel and rivers blue
Silent arcs where the cinders flow
To the gates where the heavy chimneys glow

Не ради зернá, і не ради пашнú
Летять за іскрóю в димú і в вогнí
Єдине крилó, одинóке рішéння
Зникають, мов тíні, вдаряють — мов кáміння

Their path is written, their wings don’t sway
They follow the dark until night turns day

The flight of the flamingos, far they roam
From the fields of wheat to their furnace home
No cry of return, no backward glow
Only ash where the heavy chimneys glow

Flight of the Flamingos

Look at the trees dancing with their leaves
Feel the gentle breeze upon your skin
Remember this time now, before it ends
Hunters are coming down
To cut you off, cut you off

Feel the river’s bends
With life inside, it pounds again
Try to catch a fish or a little frog (wrock, wrock)
Feel them caught on your skin
Before it all fades into forgotten, forgotten

Before it all ends
Look up at the bluish sky
See the greenery around
Before it’s gone, destroyed
Can you feel the life living on planet Earth?
Oh, memories of Earth

Again
Reset
Start again

Only if we could turn back the time
Before the wind stopped
Before the leaves would fall
Before we’re all gone

Feel the gentle breeze erase your sadness
Feel the sunlight and the moonlight
Again, again, again

Remember who we used to be (remember)
Remember how we used to live (ah, ah)
Inside the greenery world I’d rather be
Rather be

Memories of Earth

Nothing Burns Like The Cold

Nothing Burns Like The Cold (feat. Vince Staples)

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As It Was (stripped)

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