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Well-trodden
03:53
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Weightless
04:24
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Autumn afternoon, pale sunlit room.
October came too soon.
Bare wooden floors, a bed and little more,
A stir, a stretch, a yawn.
Dust motes, pass close, drifting slow, ebb and flow,
Be the dust, weightless, waiting to be swept up.
Slowly changing light, colours fade to white,
The ground, the air, the sky,
But seasons always change, they never stay the same,
We move through time and place.
Solid skin, reaching,
Fingers curling, closing.
Hand stretch, silhouette,
At least I know I’m not dead yet.
Not dead yet, not dead yet.
Weightless
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Autumn In Lisbon
03:23
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Whitby chips wrapped up, warming hands.
And as I climb up the narrow hill,
One last time, a shadow's cast.
Starlings swoop and swing wildly by,
And looking up I’m lifted on the wing,
And my thoughts take flight.
It’s Autumn in Lisbon,
High time for action,
But I’m just passing time, passing through.
Unsure why I’m here,
Halfway to Brazil,
Well the flights were booked and irredeemable.
High above they swirl
Every which way,
Through narrow streets they dive past drying sheets,
In October heat
and every turn and swerve at dizzy height
is purely guided by the wings of those on either side
a searing sight.
It’s Autumn in Lisbon,
High time for action,
But I’m just passing time, passing through.
Unsure why I’m here,
Halfway to Brazil,
Well the flights were booked and irredeemable.
Chestnut vendors sell on every corner of the square
And by the castle stair, filling the air with their wares
And in the corner of my eye,
I see half a man with half a mind.
It’s Autumn in Lisbon,
High time for action,
But I’m just passing time, passing through.
Unsure why I’m here,
Halfway to Brazil,
Well the flights were booked and irredeemable.
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Skein
07:14
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They travel at night,
Wingbeats in time,
Stay together called at great height,
There is still so far to go
In slipstream, in the gaps between,
Bright headlights, calls carrying,
I stay in this moment a while.
And stop and listen and look and stop
Unexpected, their breaking in,
A walk home made into something new,
Unceasingly new.
So stop and listen and look
And stop and listen and look and stop and listen
Wind rattled, old chimney panes,
New tarmac, glistening with rain,
So familiar this place,
This walk, this lock, these pots,
So stop and listen and look
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James Dey Leeds, UK
James is based in Leeds, England, where he finds inspiration in birds, trees, overheard conversations and nostalgic
longings. The music is all hushed beauty, telling small stories of seemingly unremarkable things.
2022 will see the release of new album ‘Tongues in Trees’, drawn from James' theatre soundtracks.
“Beautiful, exploratory, gorgeous songwriting…I love it” - Guy Garvey, BBC 6 Music.
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