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All the Fallen Leaves
03:18
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Call / Burn / Love / And Learn
Love / Soul / Curl / And Roll
All the fallen leaves are broken
And all the fallen leaves have spoken
And all the leaves are falling to the ground
And all the time I see your face
It makes me think of falling grace
And I cup my hands beneath the falling leaves
I long for you to cross my path
But my hands fall down like broken parts
Fallen to the brambles by your side
All the fallen leaves are broken
And all the fallen leaves have spoken
And all the leaves are falling to the ground
And all the rust is rusting round
And the cup pours red upon this town
And the science is the burning of the sap
And all the time I see you round
My face turns red upon the sound
Of your fingers curling rust upon your lap
All the fallen leaves are broken
And all the fallen leaves have spoken
And all the leaves are falling to the ground
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I'm hung up on you
Like a hanglider with a rusty screw
You got me falling
Into the blue
I got maps that you can't read
Contours that you can't see
You got me falling
Down to my knees
Goodnight sweetheart
Sweet light sweet light grow dark
You got me falling
Into your arms
Stay safe from harm
Don't walk my love just run
You got me falling
I'm gone.
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Song for the Sun
03:38
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He's walking in the water
But he's sinking in the sand
He thinks that he's a prophet
But he's working for the man
He's a poet and a renegade
An artist and a thief
He's got sparrows in his hair
He's got twigs between his teeth
And it's ride dog ride
I'll sing for the sun
Ride dog ride
I'll sing it to the west
Ride dog ride
I'll sing it till I'm best
And the water broke
And the water ran
And the baby came
And he became a man
And the sun it set
Into the dusk
And the pulled the blind
And he's still in love with you
His eyes are made of science
And his fingers made of rain
He's walking in the fields
Whiles they're sinking in the plains
His poems made of willow
And his shoulders made of teak
He's holding back the tears
While they're swimming through the streets
And the water broke
And the water ran
And the baby came
And he became a man
And the sun it set
Into the dusk
And the pulled the blind
And he's still in love with you
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I Got Money
04:06
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He said show me the money
I said can't you see I got money
Coming out my eyes
He said you know it ain't charity
I said I know you want parity
Can't you see I got money
Can't you see I got money
Coming out my eyes
Silver coins and promises
Clarity Without disguise
My bones are made of mercury
My skin of burning skies
I climb the the ladder silently
Line by burning line
He said nothing don't come for free
I said nothing comes easily
Can't you see I got money
Can't you see I got money
Coming out my eyes
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Jet McDonald Bristol, UK
Jet McDonald solo musician and lead vocalist with The Woodlice emerged from Cleaner Collective of Bristol musicians (This is
the Kit). Jet and the band have toured nationally including Home Game and End of the Road festivals with airtime on BBC 6 Music. Now part of Bristol “Undergrowth” collective alongside “Snails” (Jarvis Cocker faves) and “Spiderbelly"
See also thewoodlice.bandcamp.com
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