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Pictures in Your Face
04:58
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Arabella
03:28
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ARABELLA
Arabella…
Daughter of the wind and the rolling sea.
Arabella…
So then we go a-rovin’ my true love and me.
Yo Ho!
We sailed the great red ship,
We raised the sails and coiled the whip.
Yo Ho!
We went to sea on the great red ship,
We manned the guns and let ‘er rip
For the love of Arabella.
Arabella…
Daughter of the wind and the rolling sea.
Arabella…
So then we go a-rovin’ my true love and me.
Yo Ho!
The wounded heart no hand could heel,
The broken belle no tongue could peel…
The wounded heart no hand could heel,
Set off to sail on a Spanish keel
For the love of Arabella.
Arabella…
Daughter of the wind and the rolling sea.
Arabella…
So then we go a-rovin’ my true love and me.
We wait the change of English crown
Til the people pull the Stewarts down.
Yo Ho!
A diff’rent head beneath the crown
To set our heading Bristol bound
And home with Arabella.
Arabella…
Daughter of the wind and the rolling sea.
Arabella…
So then we go a-rovin’ my true love and me.
Arabella…
Daughter of the wind and the rolling sea.
Arabella…
So then we go a-rovin’ my true love and me.
Arabella…
Daughter of the wind and the rolling sea.
Arabella…
So then we go a-rovin’ my true love and me.
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3. |
Billowing Sail
03:08
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James Wright : Piano, music
Leslie Medford : Voices, words
Recorded in the East Bay, CA, circa 1987.
2022 engineering & mastering by Carl Salbacka
BILLOWING SAIL
It was the same as a sail on the bay.
The powers are great that make little boats race.
I'd never seen a bird so far from shore,
It stretched reality's billowing sail.
And don't it look like the blue sky is vast
And this sheer puddle a glass full of dreams?
My little sparrow, you fly through the room...
In at the window and out at the door.
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Freefall
05:25
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FREEFALL
Saw your face, my own turned red,
In the night time barely seen
Hearing what the thunder said.
And all my ships were lost at sea
The ocean big and deep and green
But this can’t mean the end of me, the end of me!
Freefall. A comet in the Western skies.
Just about to close my eyes.
Freefall. I fight the game but play to win.
To live this burning love again.
Just like pleasure love’s remorse
Fastened to the lesser force.
So go passion and distain
The power of the spoken word
Just running with the ball and chain, a ball and chain.
Freefall. A comet in the Western skies.
Just about to close my eyes.
Freefall. I fight the game but play to win.
To live this burning love again.
Driven through a crack in time
Between the reason and the rhyme,
The hours churn the brass bells sing,
You throw the coins the changes ring.
The changes ring! The changes ring!
Freefall. A comet in the Western skies.
Just about to close my eyes.
Freefall. I fight the game but play to win.
To live this burning love again.
Freefall. A comet in the Western skies.
Just about to close my eyes.
Freefall. I fight the game but play to win.
To live this burning love again.
Freefall. A comet in the Western skies.
Just about to close my eyes.
Freefall. I fight the game but play to win.
To live this burning love again.
Freefall. A comet in the Western skies.
Just about to close my eyes.
Freefall. I fight the game but play to win.
To live this burning love again.
Freefall. A comet in the Western skies.
Just about to close my eyes.
Freefall. I fight the game
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5. |
No Perfect Love
04:05
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LESLIE MEDFORD Oakland, California
Leslie Medford is a dude from a world that no longer exists!The two bands he led 1984-1991 have their own bandcamp pages under The Ophelias and HighHorse. Medford was a busy fellow during his pro period (1982-1992) and this site covers solo things & side projects from as early as 1975 and as recent as 2004.There is tremendous variety here, of a high standard of idea, if not always execution.Enjoy! ... more
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