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Tenbury Fold
03:26
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If you could let me be whole then I'd know, Tenbury Fold.
Then I could set you apart and we'd start, down Tenbury Fold.
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Don't Hold Back
03:54
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It was something new, washing hands in the morning dew. Take me with you.
It felt good until time just wouldn't stand still. Take me with you.
Well I never met her, but she was my magic carpet weaver.
Don't hold back.
Yes I never met her, but she was my magic carpet weaver.
Don't hold back.
Once you caught my eye, nimble fingers sweep and glide in time with mine.
Stolen glances made, watched by widows in the shade. Leave her behind.
Well I never met her, but she was my magic carpet weaver.
Don't hold back.
Yes I never met her, but she was my magic carpet weaver.
Don't hold back.
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3. |
Never Want To Wake
03:37
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I sat and stared, feel somehow unprepared. I sat and stared, feel unprepared.
Melting bottles, melting bottles in the flames, watch them twist and break, watch them twist and break.
Oh all I can do is wait, oh and try and keep up the pace.
In the background an old familiar sound, in the background, an old familiar sound.
Comforts my drunken, comforts my drunken state. Never want to wake, never want to wake.
Oh all I can do is wait, oh and try and keep up the pace.
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The Cello Player
03:15
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The cello player is a picture on my wall, I'll catch her when she falls and protect her.
The cello player is a picture in my mind, so delicately mine, I can't describe it.
As right as rain, as right as rain.
I suppose I can't complain.
The cello player is a voice that speaks in dreams, so pure and rich and clean.
The cello player gives my swansong it's lament, she reminds me to repent and remember.
As right as rain, as right as rain.
I suppose I can't complain.
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5. |
Landing Lights
03:29
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It's the things unsaid, the little things you do,
that make me feel weak with love for you.
I could be falling but you are my landing lights.
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6. |
It's Too Late
02:28
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It's too late, autumn leaves have fallen, they scatter in the breeze now.
Yeah it's too late, a thousand yellow faces have gathered underneath now.
It's too late, I can't remember feelings, just time that's creeping by me.
Oh it's too late, the birds in their formation remind me that to fly we need others.
And it's so easy to say, don't be hidden away.
It's so easy to say it's time to face this, time for changes.
It's too late, a promise in the evening, by morning has been broken.
Yeah it's too late, this couldn't be the answer, old wounds begin to open.
And it's too late, I can't explain my reasons, just time that's rushing by me.
Oh it's too late, the birds in their formation remind me that to fly we need others.
And it's so easy to say, don't be hidden away.
It's so easy to say it's time to face this, time for changes.
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No One Left To Blame
04:30
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A closed door with an old frame, three knocks then quiet again,
No peace and no one left to blame.
I'll shake your right hand, all stained with bloody plans and demands,
there's no one left to blame.
No doubt it's read in palms, no doubt it glints in the stars,
truth hurts, there's no one left to blame.
Twelve years is a long wait, for one flower that withers then fades,
Today there's no one left to blame.
All I ask is for a slow dance, but there's no time for romance,
no time and no one left to blame.
And your love it makes me ache, all give and no take,
too late, there's no one left to blame.
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8. |
The Last Fling
04:07
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So this is it, my final hit, the last fling.
And the biggest chances, flutter by like butterflies.
So beautiful and so easy to miss.
Kneel down to the ground.
Can you hear? It's so near.
Raise your hands, fallen man.
Peace of mind given time.
Kneel down to the ground.
Can you hear? Can you hear?
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9. |
Let Myself Go
03:35
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No more no less is given, it's all I have to live on.
Take it down slow and let myself go.
No time to lay my head down, the night is fading somehow.
Take it down slow and let myself go.
My eyes are open aching, the world is slowly waking.
Take it down slow and let myself go.
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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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James Dey recommends:
Carrie & Lowell
by Sufjan Stevens
One of my favourite records of the last decade, full of beauty, sadness, honesty.
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I love Joe's relaxed singing style and gorgeous guitar work, really wonderful songwriter.
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