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I am an Angel 
(Moshe Halperin)

On this earth
I am an Angel
Trying to find
Find my way home

And I’ll sing
Sing to the Skies
And I’ll sing
Sing my way home

How can we be here in this
World of shadows ..
How can we be here on our own?

With these songs 
With my songs
I will find
Find my way home

And I’ll sing
Sing to the Skies
And I’ll sing
Sing my way home


How can we be here in this
World of shadows ..
How can we be here on our own?

How can we be here in this
Stormy weather
How can we be here on our own?

I Am An Angel - Moshe Halperin

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LINER NOTES

written & composed by Gregor McEwan
(Freibank Music Publishing)

produced & mixed by Gregor McEwan & Thies Neu
recorded & mastered by Thies Neu at Tonbrauerei, Berlin

supported by Neustart Kultur, GVL & Die Beauftragte der Bundesregierung für Kultur und Medien

LYRICS

Another round of Halo: Reach
Another double team to beat
Smoking weed to fall asleep
So lonesome and alone

Seven years ago from now
You crashed into my life somehow
I just want to let you know
I love what we’ve become

Don’t worry about ego shooter games
Love’s a battlefield, a crossfire or a quake

Cause you see me through
And you get me high
Just like lovers do
Just like addicts try
And I wonder who you are
Wonder where you came from 
And I still wonder who I am
And wonder where it leads to and since then 

Don’t worry about all the things to come
It’s easy to keep calm and carry on and on

MUSICIANS

Gregor McEwan - vocals & acoustic guitar

Halo: Reach

Looking at you
Looking at me
Two mirrors reflecting mine
Smiling at you
Smiling at me
The edges of my life define

My life was in color
Now the details I can see
And I knew what love was
But it never felt so deep
Looking at you I see
The very best of me

Laughing at you
Laughing at me
Two notes in harmony
Crying with you
Crying with me
Makes my sorrow taste so sweet

My life was in color
Now the details I can see
And I knew what love was
But it never felt so deep
Looking at you I see
The very best of me

Feeling your little head on my shoulder 
Holding your little heartbeat a little closer
How could I know as you grow a little older
This is a love I won't get over

Growing with you
Growing past me
Taking steps I feared to take
Hoping that you
Never lose hope, dear
This world is yours to make

My life was in color
Now the details I can see
And I knew what love was
But I never felt so deep
Looking at you I see
The very best of me

The Very Best Of Me

The story of William Guise, who in 1651 was executed without trial by royalists after the Battle of Worcester. He was a local tailor who supported Oliver Cromwell (i.e. anti-monarchy). He spied on Charles II and his cavaliers discussing battle plans, then told Cromwell, leading to the King's defeat and England's only period as a republic. But the royalists hanged him before Cromwell could take control of the city. They made a death mask of his head and embedded it in a wall as a warning to royalist traitors. It is still there today, and is the cover image for this song.

Lyrics:
i heard the call 
the summon to the hall in the commandery
it's a good job that i did
i heard it all 
the reckless few, the fearing of the many 
though they kept their true thoughts hid

but if they'd said what's in their head
i doubt that history would change
but maybe some things would

armour-clad 
a camisado, fifteen hundred royal men to hit the rebel camp
i was glad 
i think i had always suspected i would upon history leave my stamp

i'd heard my fill 
up to redhill i ran and did the only thing
i'd do it all again
the king's men struck, but with no luck
the rebels knew to be prepared and drove them whence they came

face on a wall 
i didn't mean to wreck it all
the dreams we had of children playing and never saying no

i kind of knew 
that short of you no one would understand me
not the people roundabout
and that was true 
as i came to our home again they grabbed me
and they crowned me with a shroud

still on my feet 
down to broad street they bundled me and strung me up, a symbol on a pole
for those who might 
one autumn night
defy the herd and speak what they believe, not what they're told
and so my name was cast in shame
how can they call it treachery if to yourself you're true

face on a wall 
i didn't mean to wreck it all
the dreams we had of children playing and never saying no
face on a wall 
i guess i heard the rebel call
and if our children hear it too please never tell them no
just let them go

Face On A Wall

From The Start

I wrote this after losing someone close to me.

Broken soul (acoustic version)

Dark On The Wind (Words & Music by Nigel Foote)

Lovers and strangers
Who knows the dangers
Gather ye roses while ye may boy
For the days they do roll
And a young tree grows old
I hear the thunder, dark on the wind

Yesterday’s faces
Distant embraces
Eyes that fan the fires for you boy
Impossible choices
Soft inner voices
I watch the leaves blow away in the wind

Chorus:
Will you marry me
Will you be true
Yes I will marry you
Do I lie to myself or to you

Prohibited feelings
Trespassed emotions
Love’s bitter-sweet trade in old hearts boy
Catches you dreaming
Endlessly scheming
I feel the rain splash cool on my skin

Chorus:
Will you marry me
Will you be true
Yes I will marry you
Do I lie to myself or to you

Eye-witness strangers
Clandestine exchanges
A room with a view of the harbour
You say it’s the last time
Just like the last time
I see the lightning flash blue on your skin

Chorus:
Will you marry me
Will you be true
Yes I will marry you
Do I lie to myself or to you

Lovers and strangers
Who knows the dangers
Gather ye roses while ye may boy
For the days they do roll
And a young tree grows old
I hear the thunder, dark on the wind
(Repeat last line x 2)

Musicians:
Nigel Foote: acoustic guitar and vocal / Pete Drummond: drums / Andrew Knight: Bass, E-Bow, electric guitars / John Stuart: Congas / Dawn Egan and Lisa Williams: Harmony Vocals

RECORDED – Windwood Studios, Blue Mountains NSW, Australia
ENGINEER – Terry Cox
PRODUCER – Andrew Knight
MASTERED – Don Bartley at Studios 301, Sydney

PHOTO – Nigel Foote
CONTACT – nigel@folksinger.com.au

Dark On The Wind

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50//50

Oh no she likes another boy
I'm feeling sad and at the end of the day at least I'll know there was something that we had

I see her kiss him with my eyes
And it makes me mad but at the end of the day I know she don't love him that bad

And if that's so, I'll wait around
It will take a little time to let you go

I watch her from across the room
She dances so nice , and if I see her again I'm not sure we'll be friends 

I just want to get a little close
So let me in, and if you push me away, baby that's where I'll stay

And if that's so, I'll wait around
It will take a little time to let you go
And if that's so, I'll wait around
It will take a little time to let you go

she likes another boy

orig. chamber of reflections - mac demarco

alone again

eyedress - jealous (slowed)

Nigel Foote is a singer-songwriter from the Blue Mountains, NSW Australia, who also composes guitar instrumentals. Nigel has recorded two albums and won a number of awards for his work, including two PATER Awards.

“The great marriage of words and music is too often discarded for the lure of making quick money in today's lucrative music market. But if you are willing to explore further beyond the tease of commercialism, there are still artists in this world writing and performing works of a truly exceptional standard, songs that inspire and touch us, melodies which will echo through the years. Nigel Foote is one of these artists. (Paul Jarman, Stix, July 2006)