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1.
Well it's written in blood on the idle road side When I said I was lost, I was walking on through it all As though god had my heart and my thirsty soul drank from the grail and the hunger was gone to the dawn and the daylight. Cool the fires and turn the night You was it you, only the first of the few, Silent and cold it was you forever more. And this blood is my own running out running through, With my head in my hands, with the fading of stars, And from end to end, from the first to the last moment in time, Is the birth of a sun to the low cries of the dying. Cool the fires and turn the night You it was you, opened my eyes and I knew Follow me love, it was you forever more. And this blood is my own running out running through, With my head in my hands, with the fading of stars, And from end to end, from the first to the last moment in time, Is the birth of a sun to the low cries of the dying.
2.
The sunlight casts a shadow into the future for a thousand days As autumn closes over the few remaining in a summer grave Oh run and run to the future for a thousand days Oh autumn's come the land is in a summer grave The gentle scent of summer will lead your footsteps for a thousand days As autumn closes over the flower bleeding in a summer grave Oh run and run to the future for a thousand days Oh autumn's come love lies bleeding in a summer grave The sunlight casts a shadow into the future for a thousand days As autumn closes over the flower bleeding in a summer grave Oh run and run to the future for a thousand days Oh autumn's come love lies bleeding in a summer grave Oh run and run to the future for a thousand days Oh autumns come lead your footsteps to a summer grave Lead your footsteps to a summer grave Lead your footsteps to a summer grave The land is in a summer grave In a summer grave
3.
The slippery slope, the slippery slope The broken beads, the slippery slope The smell of patchouli, the slippery slope The cats meow, the slippery slope The whole caboodle, the knotted rope The silken strings underneath the throat The fumbling thumbs in the canvas coat The glint of metal, the slippery slope. The slippery slope, the slippery slope The shining glass, the slippery slope The light in the morning, the slippery slope The pointed boots, the slippery slope The endless 'bah!' in the violent smoke The birds wasing wings in the little bird boat The tiny twitch on the TV remote The bloodless tongue, the slippery slope. The slippery slope, the slippery slope The hostile thought, the slippery slope The fenced off garden, the slippery slope The holding pattern, the slippery slope The gusting wail of a timeless mope The poignant warning of a solo note The warm dark touch of an inside joke The beaten path. The bad ol' bears hauled me up the stairs I didn't say my prayers, the bad ol' bears. Bad ol' bears. The slippery slope, the slippery slope The whole caboodle, the knotted rope The silken strings underneath the throat The fumbling thumbs in the canvas coat The glint of metal.
4.
Dog Years 05:28
In a garden, full of horses, there's an old green car fallen in And the roses are all broken And the neighbouring whore is shouting again. She said you could lay down in the grass with her Face down in the flowers But is there any room left When she's in love with the world. Find a picture, of your childhood Write some date on the back and then throw it away. For all the places, for all the faces Let's erase it, 'cause in dog years we're dead anyway. And we could lay down in the grass with her Face down in the flowers But is there any room left When she's in love with the world. We could lay down. In a garden, full of horses, there's an old green car fallen in.
5.
Astronomy 06:15
6.
Blood Moon 06:56
Through roads and corners To avenues or doors Quiet from the nightfall Gold from the rainfall The blood moon. Fairer than a forest Sweeter than the grave Calls out from the darkened streets Under the rain The blood moon Falling moon. Through roads and corners To avenues or doors Moving in darkness Where you were last And the blood moon Is calling you.
7.
Farewell the tongue cut sparrow, Once laid the horned hand on heavens golden door. Draw out your wings in silence, For penitence and virtue is it's own reward. Oh cruel and empty echoes glide in to stream and ocean, Feathered ever dark. Wrapped in your silken casket, Your soundless song will boldly win a true loves heart. Farewell, farewell.
8.
Vermilion 06:59
Drove a fast car, I left the city The engine echoed out A vague transmission riding on asphalt The land is hollow, the land is hollow 50 lovers climbed through the temple And touched the water I saw their outlines inside my own And saw their hands inside my fingers I'm your angel, I'm your angel I'm on the way Lay down the rain transonic lover Write your name in water I've got my faith now baby I'm your angel. I found a dry point in cold black water And moontime silence A fake electric photograph I wore vermilion, I wore vermilion Where Desdemona, done out in moxa, hung out in pictures And dreamed a fish woman cocooned in scale She drew the water, she talked to water I'm your angel, I'm on the way Lay down the rain transonic lover Write your line in water iIve on rebirth now baby I'm your angel I'm your angel, I'm coming home Lay down the rain transonic lover Write your time with water I've on religion now baby I'm your angel.
9.
Cold Hand 04:14
I'm just waiting for A cold hand at my door With no sense of timing A cold hand at my door. Little flowers, blue and white Forget my fright Dry days, dark hours A cold hand, and a cold, cold heart. They used to say what are we waiting for? I'm just waiting for A cold hand at my door.
10.
My Death 08:50
11.
Far in the woodland beneath the spreading cedars Lying still among the acorns and the ferns, Over his head he hears the pretty dreams of nightars, Under his back the earth is quickening into red. with my gun at my side I am called pride. Oh bow the psalteries and play a death psalm for me Send me young women for to sing away my grief Strike out a stready beat and lift me high in camphored linen Hoist me to my grave and march with me by daylight With my gun at my side I am called pride. The slaughtered bones of saints lay shattered on the mountains, The truth of every man lay writeen in the stones The moans of every mother echo through the rocks and grasses As he rests beneath the spreading cedars and his eyes close With my gun at my side I am called pride.
12.
The Model 04:18

credits

released September 1, 2012

Eliza Skelton - Vocals, Acoustic guitar, Flute, Organ, Glockenspiel, Dhruva.
Paul Simmons - Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, Bass Guitar, Harmonica, Vibraphone.
Ben George - Drums & Percussion, Vocals, Vibraphone.
Mike Simmonds - Violin.
Eric Woods - Guitar

Rich Leeuwenberg - Bass guitar On "My Death"
Sam Skelton - Additional Vocals On Tracks 2 & 4.
Edward "Bleeding Horn" Bear - Acoustic Guitar & Piano On "Blood Moon".
Geoff Hense - Violin on "My Death"
Phil "Mods Rule" Humphries - Drums On "Vermilion"
David Bramwell - Keyboard On "A Thousand Days" and "Dog Years"
Dog Bark on "A Thousand Days" provided by the beloved Tess.
All songs written by Eliza Skelton, except:

"The Murder Book" (Eliza Skelton / Paul Simmons).
"The Slippery Slope" (Eliza Skelton / Paul Simmons).
"Vermilion" (Eliza Skelton / Paul Simmons).
"Astronomy" (Guy Kyser).
"My Death" (Jacques Brel).

Special thanks go to Julian Fenton, Ben Blake, Briony Dace, Chris Savage-King, Robert Farrar, Geoff Hense, Nick Pynn, Bella Emerson, Gabi Woollgar, Jordan Woollgar, Ella Woollgar, Sue Popper, Brian Mitchell, Steve 'Ollie' Owen and an extra special thank you for the constant support of Hilary and Roy Skelton,

Tracks 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 9 and 10 were recorded at Mono Studios, Brighton.
"Vermilion" was recorded at Beehive Studios, Middlezoy, Somerset.
Track 11 was recorded at home in the enchanted setting of "Whitehawk", Brighton.

Engineered by Eric Woods
Produced by Eliza Skelton, Paul Simmons & Eric Woods.
Mastered by Dan Burke.
Artwork by Eliza Skelton and Ella Woollgar.

This album is dedicated to the memory of Roy Skelton.

© & ℗ 2012 OH ROY! RECORDS

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