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Aftermath
03:35
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When every single trace of you has blown away on the breeze
Moving the notes of my strings towards what ever destination the horizon brings
Winding and finding the likes of your kind
To arrive in a dance of your whispers and sighs
Happy just to drift along discovering where I belong
Don’t let the fear guide you
There will be dark days and darker still
You are the calm, the storm, the aftermath
The devastation and the riots of love (x2)
Born into waves of sound
Music and machinery
The silence in the science of dreams
Leaves that fall spinning endlessly, and we return to sand indefinitely
Winding and finding the likes of their kind
To arrive in a dance of your whispers and sighs
Happy just to drift along discovering where I belong
Happy just to drift
Born in waves of sound
Born in waves of...
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Flicker
04:08
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You’re still free to start again
There is no us or them
No more doors for knocking down
In this frightened little town
So knock me down
So knock me
So knock me down
No secrets left to keep
Still dreaming without sleep
Two ways to point the gun
And no shoulder to cry on
So knock me down
So knock me
So knock me down
Just a flicker on the horizon
Without a shoulder to cry on
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Debris
04:01
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Chance cannot happen on drawn conclusions
Red brick chimneys and dream intrusions
Ways more complex than a ball of string
Piles of books stacked from floor to ceiling
A breeze of leaves all leaving for that other place beyond these empty spaces
through soil from rubble to root
buried bones pass from flower to fruit
and it’s weighing me down down down
And it’s weighing me down down down
Clouds return from journeys undone
It was their undoing obscuring the sun
Way down deep no light can access
Chance can begin it’s random process
through soil from rubble to root
buried bones pass from flower to fruit
and it’s weighing me down down down
And it’s weighing me down down down
Begin a fire and sing to me, here comes the debris
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North of Here
03:20
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You run and you jump trough the hoops placed in front of you
Looking through windows enclosing and teasing you
Go bury my heart now
Somewhere north of here
But the silence won’t let you go
The tarmac and gravel will feast in the devil
Who traces your footsteps and eats up your shadows
So come chase it all out
Somewhere north of here
But the silence won’t let you go
No the silence won’t let you go
You find yourself singing
Don’t care who is listening
Who’s the fake and who is the real thing
But the silence won’t let you go
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Bossyking Kendal, UK
Bossyking is the collaboration of songwriter Lauren Davey and Producer Wayne Scurrah. From their studio in the Lake District, Uk. Layered harmonies, intricate guitars and dance floor bass lines. Stacks of old notebooks, the calm, the storm and the aftermath of creation and performance. Currently recording their debut album after a successful debut festival season in 2022... ... more
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