1. |
The Storm Clouds
02:35
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Aly's watching the storm clouds, gathering across the bay
and she knows when they're coming, although they're many miles away
ever since she was a young girl, she's been praying for the rain
Aly's watching the storm clouds, gathering across the bay
Aly's passing the nightwatch, passing for security
nobody ever saw her coming, nobody ever saw her leave
ever since she was a young girl, she's been waiting patiently
sometimes you have to put the light out, to set the darkness free.
Aly's watching the cold eyes, that took so many years away
heaven knows he had it coming, and it's never too late
ever since she was a young girl, she's been waiting for the day
to close the door on the darkness, that took so many years away
Aly's watching the sunrise, breaking out across the bay
and she know's that they're coming, although they're many miles away
every circle can be broken, from the cradle to the grave
Aly's watching the sunrise, breaking out across the bay
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2. |
Just Visiting
05:10
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I see you in the burning sky
over dirty London town
I see you in the afterglow
when the dirty sun goes down
when the dirty sun goes down
I understand you couldn't stay forever
That you were just visiting
I understand you are keeping us together
Wherever we go wandering
I understand you couldn't stay forever
That you were just visiting
I try and understand
I see you when I lose my way
and stumble in the dark
I see you when I search the sky
for a single guiding star
But I don't need to look for you
you'll always be right here
I'll see you when I see you
every day of every year
every day of every year
I understand you couldn't stay forever
That you were just visiting
I understand you are keeping us together
Wherever we go wandering
I understand you couldn't stay forever
That you were just visiting
I try and understand
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3. |
Dear Hazel
05:00
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When demons are your only friends
and the voices in your head hold you down in bed
When there's no other means of escape
no other choice to make, drowning in the wake
That's when you have to see the light
Dear Hazel, oh, is there anyone home
or are you already gone, Dear Hazel
Dear Hazel, oh, did he save your soul
or take it for his own, Dear Hazel
So many miles from home
where people go to die, tired of asking why
In the spotlight of an empty stage
a trophy to parade, perfect your smile and wave
They don't see the strings
they don't understand, it's all by sleight of hand
But He sees everything
in broken promised land, and castles made of sand
The devil and the deep blue sea
Dear Hazel, oh, is there anyone home
or are you already gone, Dear Hazel
Dear Hazel, oh, did he save your soul
or take it for his own, Dear Hazel
Dear Hazel, oh, in your perfect home
you're still so alone, Dear Hazel
Dear Hazel, oh, is there anyone home
or are you already gone, Dear Hazel
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4. |
Leucothea Rising
04:12
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Do you remember storm-petrels swirling in your wake
A sinner or a saint? Walk on water, leap of faith
Omen and Amen, they can almost sound the same
When whispered in the wind
Do you recall the caterwauling calls of kittiwakes
The voices of the long gone and lost have found their place
A blessing or a curse they can almost sound the same
Until the time has come to remember her name
And all her sons and daughters shall return
For all her tides, a revolution turns
Look over the horizon
Leucothea is rising
And all her sons and daughters shall return
The mollymawks that silently circle overhead
Like a mobile of mockingbirds above a baby's head
A beast of burden or a weight around your neck
By any other name are one and the same
And all her sons and daughters shall return
For all her tides, a revolution turns
Look over the horizon
Leucothea is rising
And all her sons and daughters shall return
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5. |
Seaside Danny Wilde
06:17
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With headlamps cast into the monochrome, the minstrels of the thunderdome,
we came from distant black holes and into the light
We'd shed our broken skins of blood and rust, forgetting that we came from dust
and ashes and return ourselves to salt and sand
Those were the days when you and I, we knew where where we belonged
Those were the days my love when I, could still turn you on a sixpence
Oh Danny boy, sing me a song from when I used to make her smile
'cause the seaside ain't the seaside without Seaside Danny Wilde
Oh Danny, there but for the grace of whatever god you embrace
it was those seaside days that saved us, and those days will never die
'cause the seaside ain't the seaside without Seaside Danny Wilde
We'd dance upon the tattooed faces of the shaven-headed master-racers
plastered on the promenade by day
And then upon the tacky ballroom floors beneath the splintered glitter balls
in caravan site function halls by night
Those were the days when you and I, we knew where where we belonged
Those were the days my love when I, could still turn you on a sixpence
Oh Danny boy, sing me a song from when I used to make her smile
'cause the seaside ain't the seaside without Seaside Danny Wilde
Oh Danny, there but for the grace of whatever god you embrace
it was those seaside days that saved us, and those days will never die
'cause the seaside ain't the seaside without Seaside Danny Wilde
Now it's just you and me, oh Danny boy, the last men standing, dead men walking
stranded on the platforms of our heyday
We're burning fossils, turning into smoke, a cartoon picture-postcard joke
and Billy Butlin's turning in his grave
These are the days I thought that I would never have to pass
now everything is built to break
and nothing ever lasts – forever....
Oh Danny boy, sing me a song from when I used to make her smile
'cause the seaside ain't the seaside without Seaside Danny Wilde
Oh Danny, there but for the grace of whatever god you embrace
it was those seaside days that saved us, and those days will never die
'cause the seaside ain't the seaside without Seaside Danny Wilde
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6. |
Apollo 13
04:20
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Oh, my heart bleeds with your blood
Oh, let it bleed, let it flood
If I could leave, I never would
I never would
Whomever we were before
They are not welcome anymore
Turn out the lights and close the door
Close the door
Sunny days in quarantine
We were burning up
Pure atomic energy
Feeding every touch
Sunny days in quarantine
we were burning up
precious electricity
Have we spent too much?
Our hearts they beat in perfect time
Our pulses speed, synchronised
Disharmony, left behind
We leave it all behind
It's too cold here to call it home
It's too cold here, to be alone
Sunny days in quarantine....
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7. |
Reprise Danny Wilde
06:15
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8. |
The Good Seed
03:04
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Bury bury my body down by the sea
Bury my body down by the waves
I'm not going to hell or heaven
Lay me down to live forever
In the good seed, I will be saved
In the good seed, we'll all be saved
My home was a home, wherever we made our own
I wanted for nothing less or more
My land was a land owned by no lord or man
For my every need it did provide
Bury, bury my body....
My flag was a flag with no staff and no borders
It was coloured by the seasons and the sky
My queen was a queen who came from way over the water
'Til my last breath she was by my side
Bury, bury my body...
My church was a church with no walls and no ceiling
My psalms came from the choruses at dawn
My god, I had no god – holiness was all around me
I needed no guide to see the light
Bury, bury my body....
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MORNING BRIDE Filey, UK
"ASTONISHING" - THE INDEPENDENT
"A BRILLIANT ROOTS ROCK BAND WITH SOLID GOLD TUNES - EVERY
SONG IS A TRIUMPH" - THE WORD MAGAZINE
Morning Bride is Amity Joy Dunn, Mark James Pearson & Pete Bennett. The band have released three critically-acclaimed albums - 'Goodbye Seaside Danny Wilde' (2021), 'The North Sea Rising' (2013) & 'Lea Valley Delta Blues' (2008).
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