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How Beauty Attracts The Beast
I saw you from a long way off,
I saw your fears and doubts.
I bring you peace with these two hands,
Mine the word that stills the shouts.
I offer ever sight on Earth.
I offer every sound.
I offer peace with these two hands.
Your souls shall leave the ground.
I dreamt this island harsh and fair.
I dreamt this warring land.
I dreamt your wary people,
Were spilling blood on sand.
I own no armies to take your land.
I offer your frightened people,
I offer your wary people,
The haven in my hand.
Turn time and tide away.
Hear the word on the Isle.
Hear the word on the mile.
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The Wind Fans The Flames
03:51
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The Wind Fans The Flames
Place the word on the Isle.
Place the word within the trial.
See the word upon the mile.
The fire has caught, fan the flames wild fire.
Save the word, save the cries.
Save the word, fast the lies.
Save the words cheat the skies.
The fire has caught, fan the flames wild fire.
Trick the word in violent pain.
Trick the word in wind and rain.
Trick the word to wax and wane.
Attack the word, distort the soul.
Attack the word, destroy the goal.
Attack the word, abandon soul.
The fire has caught, fan the flames wild fire.
Trick the word in violent pain.
Trick the word in wind and rain.
Trick the word to wax and wane.
Attack the word, distort the soul.
Attack the word, destroy the goal.
Attack the word, abandon soul.
The fire has caught, fan the flames wild fire.
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The Children Won't Eat
05:39
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The Children Wont Eat
Tall ships bared prow to wave,
On available wind to trade.
A cargo of words for the wholesome way.
Violence rent through oceans,
Their words plied people unknown.
Questions chart the future course.
Questions through to love and remorse.
Honesty you say shall save the way,
But who’ll hold hands with your moral plans?
Who’ll take up sides when you offer such guides?
Who?
Not I.
With what have you left us to barter.
Empty Hands.
All you offer, no quarter.
Empty hands.
I can see through all your aims,
And your so-called justified claims.
You can own all the land,
But you can’t own the hands that works it.
Empty hands.
And we offer no resistance,
And only labour from our pride.
Seems a far cry from heaven,
And further still from the truth.
Shepherds graze theirs flocks,
On the sour taste of the noose.
And ghosts on pale sails,
Hold no sway with the wind.
Just the pleasure of the moment,
From the surrogacy of sins.
Empty hands.
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The Bough Breaks
03:46
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The Bough Breaks
Witness the power of sanctified wine,
Debauching the frailties of sand and time.
Taste the love of redemption bread,
Smarting the mouths of the easily lead.
Gothic columns house all souls,
Hands that built them cremated on coals.
Sacrament veils restore the blood.
Sacrament pictures all evil as good.
Redemption bread feeds those unfed,
Forcing the spirit in life to death.
Wash the blood from the baptised head.
Adopting your power till the day you’re dead.
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The Axe In The Grove
12:59
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The Axe In The Grove
Who named the seasons and kept them apart
Who stopped the sea from stealing all of the land
How does the moon know when its time to rest
Why do the mountains meet up with the sky
What are the secrets on the bridge of the hand
Where does the sun go when she sets in the west
We were bright and shiny beneath the summer stars
We are Flesh, we are fire , we are the poem and the song.
We are sight , we are sound, we’re right and we’re wrong.
Oh the misery that spits at the flames,
Ridiculed in history when history tells lies.
Who’d be the savage, the head or the breast.
The head entertains the unfriendly guest.
Who has strength for the journey
Along the ridge of poetry, down the valley of tact.
Heavy was the trunk of the fallen oak tree,
But heavier still was the weight of one wave,
From a violent sea.
Are the heavens a part of our sky
And is faith unknowing, the mother of our plight,
She says, ‘Who named the seasons, God or I?”
Oh damn The Beast that shuns the light.
Born on pale sails on a poisonous night.
Attracted and reviled by an over-raging sea,
That has no friends.
Tormenting the souls that dare to tread her wake
Turn the page, on the vivid truth;
A plague that feeds on light.
When does mans laughter become manslaughter
Between the pages of a book, bound and draped in mystery,
Which warmth and safety mistook.
As beautiful as danger are the headland cliffs,
Where the cries of the wild are reeling.
Angry and cut with sorrow.
The bough shall break and the reeds shall gently sway.
We are rhyme, we are reason.
We are rhyme and reason
We are joy, we are sadness.
We are joy and sadness.
We are bright, we are dark.
We are bright and dark.
We are sun, we are moon.
We are sun and moon.
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Usurpia
07:16
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Usurpia
And was it you or I that came here with big dreams?
And who was it that told the latest lie, you or I?
And is it you or I that knows fear of cell walls?
And I’ll rebel against your government.
For as long as I can. For as long as I dare.
It shouldn’t be fear that protects me.
Just my own hands on my own land.
I blame myself for not seeing this.
I should have got up long ago.
I should have got up long ago.
And walked away from here.
And walked away from here.
Far away as I can.
Far away as I dare.
And is it you or I that laughs here, behind the bullet?
And who was it revealed safety, behind the gun?
And was it you or I that wept here for their son?
And I’ll defy all you put before me.
For as long as I can. For as long as I dare.
You take our gold and our minerals.
The one thing that you gave,
God knows, He takes our souls.
I should have got up long ago.
I should have got up long ago.
And walked away from here.
And walked away from here.
Far away as I can.
Far away as I dare.
One day we’ll become human,
Just like one of your friends.
You push our young into the bottle.
You push our old into the grave.
And God knows, He takes our souls.
I should have got up long ago.
I should have got up long ago.
And walked away from here.
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New Jerusalem
05:19
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New Jerusalem
So where’s the bow of burning gold?
Forgotten with the arrows of desire.
Any spear that made clouds unfold,
Lay smashed beside the chariots of fire.
There is distance, and greed parades on sand.
Nah, nah, nah. It’s the promised land.
So where’s the arm that drew the bow?
Tired and wasted with the hand.
And the green hills where clouds are low,
Mock and scorn the marching bands.
There is distance, and greed parades on sand.
Nah, nah, nah. It’s the promised land.
Anybody with a little faith can move it.
Anybody with a little time to spare.
Anybody with a little faith can move it.
Anybody with a little time to spare.
It’s the promised land.
Who heard the peel of the mission bell?
Resounding throughout the hills.
And mist surrounds the gates of Hell,
And the gates of your dark satanic mills.
There is distance, and greed parades on sand.
Nah, nah, nah. It’s the promised land.
Anybody with a little faith can move it.
Anybody with a little time to spare.
Anybody with a little faith can move it.
Anybody with a little time to spare.
It’s the promised land.
There is distance, and greed parades on sand.
Nah, nah, nah. It’s the promised land.
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From Shadows
05:32
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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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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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