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kindling
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by Angus Wallace
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- about
- This is an album exploring what it means to be a new dad, my love of Scotland (which I am now leaving) and various other things.
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released 12 August 2010
All songs written and recorded by Angus Wallace. Some samples from freesound.org were used (credited on individual tracks). - tags
- tags: folk acoustic blues electronic folk pop rock Brisbane
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- Track Name: Will you...?
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Will you survive?
Will you have brown or blue eyes?
Will you be a lefty or a righty?
Will you be a boy or girl?
Will I postpone my ideals?
Will you be a convenient excuse?
Will your youth rejuvenate me?
Will I maintain compassion?
Will we survive?
Will I instill weakness in you, that you may suffer
In the hope that, though suffering, you can learn to love.
I know we can't afford to build walls 'round ourselves
but will I have the courage to teach you to be vulnerable?
Can I teach you to love your enemies,
knowing that you will lie with them forever?
Barbeques, backyards and sprinklers
Maybe one day
when all I hold dear
is faded and grey
and rough around the edges
you will come
and breathe some youthful vigour
into this aging frame - Track Name: Snow covers all
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White sheets falling
distant glaciers in the sky
a gentle dancing giant's tender touch
on ground below.
The warmth and light flee
all that's left is pillowed Earth
and decorated leaves.
Snow covers all
all looks new and clean
snow covers all
the children play, I hear their joyful screams.
The dirt is hidden
filth and litter disappear.
The poor and homeless are off the streets
seeking shelter.
All ugliness is out of sight
season's greetings ring loud and pure.
Snow covers all
it wipes our consciences clean
Snow covers all
and lets us live in a dream
Snow covers all
it wipes our consciences clean
Snow covers all
no one looks for what is missing - Track Name: The virgin
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The virgin lies still
in a state of equilibrium
pure and holy and good.
The virgin is innocent
as green as the newest recruit
as peaceful as a cloudless sky.
The virgin waits
(not for anything in particular
she knows not the sound of chainsaws)
she merely waits and enjoys
the passing of time.
The virgin wants for nothing
for there is no becoming, only being
when one has attained a state of perfection. - Track Name: An Australian in North-West Scotland
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It's a long way from my pen to your door
We don't even see the same stars in the sky
but, sitting here atop these grassy dunes
makes me think of past times as though they were near
though there are many differences true.
The mountains in the distance, they are one.
Denuded slopes and knife-sharp passes cut
the cloud-swept sky like a slighted lover's knife
the lowest regions, the middles brown, the peaks steel-grey.
They stretch as far as eye can see or tongue can say.
Two, the sheep and rabbits graze upon the grass
this 'common land' is still novel to me
they roam as though this land is their own
a feeling that I'd call 'vacation free'
though they don't eat the thistles or the nettles.
the sun's trajectory is a gentle wave
like a spinning coin upon the ground
though traveling far around us every day
it seems to give but little warmth to us
and dawn and dusk both seem to last for hours.
the beer I drink is warm, the ocean cold,
though oft I hear about the warm gulf stream.
The summer evening breeze holds winter's chill
there'll be no night swims here, that I can tell
We'll sit and watch, and eat and drink our fill.
My friend, though I've not seen you for some time
and we may not meet again for some time still
I've many precious memories of this kind
to hold, preserve and treasure then until
new dreams we weave once more from friendship's thread.
