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Burnt Offerings

by Castanarc

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    Burnt Offerings Front cover album artwork on a 12" x !2" Giclee print signed by the artist Mark Holiday.
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1.
From Shadows 06:08
From Shadows It’s rising in the shape of things to come. It’s moving on all the right lines. Turn the page in the history books. It’s hungry and angry and weary with time. Bless the beast that rises, Court the beast on song. Bless the beast that rises, Court the beast on song. It’s coming in on the wings of truth. It’s breath and power of life. Warning the dawning plays fast on the light. Meaning and dreaming it’s sight beyond sight. Tear it up and start again. Tear it up and start again. The seeds had all been sown, When the miracle of mercy was shown. But bound and tied with anger, They walk the roads to freedom. It’s coming in on the wings of truth. It’s breath and power of life. Warning the dawning plays fast on the light. Meaning and dreaming it’s sight beyond sight. Tear it up, tear it up. The seeds had all been sown, When the miracle of mercy was shown. But bound and tied with anger, They walk the roads to freedom. Bless the beast that rises, Court the beast on song. Bless the beast that rises, Court the beast on song.
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When Doves Become Eagles I’m getting tired of this one, It’s always the same. It sneaks back to that self same feeling, One of pity, fear and shame. Ooh someday I’m gonna show you how I feel, And play you at your own game, With bullets, bars and blame. When doves become eagles, In the clutches of the sky. Cornered, caught and helpless, They strike out to survive. The tragic turns to turmoil. How angry beats the heart. Beliefs become important, To fight back all the tears. And should I arm my self with words? They’d be thrown into the fire. The fire that keeps your hopes alive. Ooh someday, Ooh someday I’m gonna show you how I feel. When doves become eagles, In the clutches of the sky. Cornered, caught and helpless, They strike out to survive. The tragic turns to turmoil. How angry beats the heart. Beliefs become important, To fight back all the tears.
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Time Span 05:01
Time Span Who stood before the wildest seas and dreamt of many things? Who’s lifted eyes saw blood red skies, beneath his unfurled wings? Who caught the feather in the stream? Who hunted near and far? Who struck the bone on polished stone and gazed up to the stars? Who journeyed then to mountainsides, where wind and shadows fly? With arms raised high above the clouds he dreamed to grace the sky. Who tricks the sky? Who tricks the sea? Who masters wind and wave? Who payed the price of charted skies? Small comfort from the grave. Pull up the sails, Pull up the sails. Pull up the sails, Pull up the sails. Who turned to face the silver moon with bright excited eyes? Who looks out from his earthly home on divers distant skies? With peace at hand he takes a bow, he searches through the night. Then a man unrolls his diagrams and the dreams of man take flight. Pull up the sails, Pull up the sails. Pull up the sails, Pull up the sails.
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The Dream 03:01
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Peyote 05:04
Peyote The conditions of a bird are four. To climb to the highest bough; To soar to the furthest cloud; To fly ‘cross the longest sea; To attain the grace of Earth. The conditions of a man are one. To become a Magi. The dancer became the dance, The poet became the the rhyme. The singer became the song. So became the man.
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No Mans Land 04:37
No Man's Land Heaven’s storm clouds, fleece beneath my feet. As if it were the death of poetry. Or a young child retracting his treat. Met with scorn and satire. Faith comes not from the heart, But from a head of insecurities, At the very least that’s where it starts. Is it sanity or profanity that we arrive at without a care? Who’ll ignite his soul? Will it be a bottle? Or a secret latent to which he’d stare? How long is the road he treads? Two miles, four miles, or more? The horizon holds the key, That opens Deaths Door.
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Taliesin 04:11
Taliesin A silent voice, a silent cry. Before the waves, beyond the sky. Come root, come branch, come leaf and tree. Stand up, be strong for you and me. Before me the mountains, the seas and the sky. Behind me an anger to fear and to fly. Over the moor-land and under the ground. May freedom be sought and may freedom be found. Down through cold waters t’ward darkness and deep. A heart beats much faster than claws and teeth seek. Break free of the river and race through the air. As talons are sharpened on a cold-steely stare. Tumbling and falling as seed finds its way, Till a beak slams the door on the cold light of day. Like Jesus before me, like John Barleycorn, Their history a mystery I emerge virgin-born. Blunted by nine months the anger recedes. Like Moses the prophet set free in the reeds. So time can bear children and grant every wish. Adrift on the river am I flesh, fowl or fish? No lapwing, no stallion, no leprous white sow. No longer young Gwion, stand up Radiant Brow!

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This was the third record by Castanarc initially released as a limited edition cassette in 1988 and featured new songs alongside tracks taken from earlier and later albums. This version is the 1998 Khepra Records reissue...KHEPCD03. All tracks produced and engineered by John Spence at Fairview Studio.

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released October 11, 1998

Mark Holiday-vocals. David Powell-keyboards and programming. Pete Robinson-bass guitar. Paul Ineson-guitar. Pat Mount-guitar. Neil Duty-guitar. Dave Kirkland-drums.

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Castanarc Doncaster, UK

Castanarc consists of keyboard player David Powell, singer Mark Holiday and producer John Spence supplemented by regular guest musicians Charlie Morgan on drums, Pete Robinson on bass and Neil Duty and Pat Mount on guitars.

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