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Spoils, Alasdair Roberts
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2009

 
Duration: 45:47  
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1
The Flyting Of Grief & Joy (Eternal Return) Lyrics
Well it's eighteen years since the loud cicadas
Made us leave our imperiled shores
Such a ragged band of true crusaders
To join our Father in the war of wars.

We came at last to the field of battle
Near the waters of the endless Lethe
And we heard proud Joy make her sistrum rattle
Against the fearsome ranks of Grief.

And then spoke Joy, most grievously,
"Abandon hope and follow me."

Responded Grief, so joyfully,
"Abandon hope and follow me."

Meantime we'll see three forests rise
And fall in mulch and rind-rust
And we'll see the woodsmen turn and fly
And the Devil take the hindmost.

And I'll call upon my inmost scorn
To lay upon their babies,
And you'll call upon your opiate won
To lay upon their ladies.

And we'll see three cities form and rise
And crumble down to fine dust,
And we'll see the burghers turn and fly
And the Devil take the hindmost.

And half laid in the chamber lie
And abandoned in some gully,
And half hung on the gallows high
For folly and vain glory.

And I'll stand in the fallen masonry
and say my sermons seven,
For all the penitents in hell
And the celebrants in heaven.

And you'll kneel in the crowded marketplace
And draw your vast mandala
For Zoroaster and Mithras,
Jehovah and Allah.

A tithe of skin, a toll of bone
A bloody libel burning,
In Jericho and Babylon
Eternally returning.

Eternally returning,
Eternally returning,
Eternally returning,
Eternally returning.

Then Joy fell slowly out of focus
To meet with Grief in the Elysian Meres
For out her breast there grew a broken crocus.
From Grief there grew a rosary of tears.

They grew to form a swarm of hornets
And they took the air and they swarmed as one
This one apported three fire-garnets
And sealed the rising of the unconquered sun.
07:06 166 8,45 ˆ0.10
2
You Muses Assist Lyrics
I feel just like your love tonight
So who's to say I'm wrong
I've got to say I feel just right
It's never been so strong

There seems so many points to make
But I feel this is a big mistake
We're so old and this is new
But I've really got to tell you
I always said that you should remain free
But that was up to you and not to me
I started strong but I met someone
You know how long it's been


That's how the whole thing started
That's how the whole thing started


(chorus)
That's how the whole thing started
That's how the whole thing started
That's how the whole thing started
That's how the whole thing started
(repeat)


Baby, Baby it's wrong
But I've been in and out of love so long
Here we stand not more than friends
I broke your heart again


(chorus)

Sit down with me and we can talk about it peacefully
We're under the strain of a losing game
That's how it must be


That's how the whole thing started
That's how the whole thing started


(chorus)
(repeat chorus)


I feel just like your love tonight
So who's to say I'm wrong
I've got to say I feel just right
It's never been so strong
04:31 137 4,41 ˆ0.10
3
So Bored Was I (Dark Triad) Lyrics
Enthralled was I, so enthralled was I,
As I walked the woods and the mountains high,
As I walked the woods and the mountains high,
All in the morning early.

Then coming from anon nearby,
I heard the sound of a baby cry,
And I paused awhile, and I gazed and sighed,
The cry was mine, the babe was I.

I was bilious, I was saturnine,
As I walked from shrine to wayside shrine,
So bilious, so saturnine
All in the noontime early.

Then coming from an old mash tongue
I heard the sound of a young man come,
And I paused awhile, and I gazed and sighed,
The come was mine, the man was I.

So bored was I, so bored was I,
I stifled yawns, I swallowed sighs,
As I strolled 'mid tombs and sarcophagi
All in the evening gloomy.

Then coming from a broken throne
I heard the sound of an old man moan,
I paused awhile, and I gazed upon
The man was me, the groan my own.

Then they moaned and came and cried
And raised their voices in dark triad,
Saying, "The music of our tethered sphere
Is only silence failing.
It's mere distraction, mere veneer,
As we await our great our unveiling."

Dark triad, dark triad, dark triad.
05:36 133 5,32 ˆ0.10
4
Unyoked Oxen Turn Lyrics
One year I ran and ran and ran
In the East and the South and the North and the West
And It's only when I finally came to rest
That I realized I had no legs,
So i picked up again and ran and ran.

And everywhere I ran I did proclaim,
"I am no cripple, I'm not lame.
No I'm just looking for my legs,
I'm just looking for my legs."

Through Christendom and Araby,
And all through higher heathenry,
Up the shale and down the scree
Wondering where those legs could be.

And in the gallery so vast,
Ambassadors were breaking fast,
And when I asked they looked aghast,
"We're just looking for our legs."

And in the balcony so high,
Men of avarice rushing by,
And when I asked, they gave a sigh,
"We're just looking for our legs."

And in the dining hall so long,
The shackled harper sang her song,
And the stone-eared feasters sang along,
They sang, "We're all looking for our legs."
So I picked up again and ran and ran.

And then in a city in the North,
I came to the foot of the high-low stair
Something gave a twinkle in my eye
And there stood a sage in the frosty air.

And to the sage I did proclaim,
"Look I'm no cripple, I'm not lame.
No, I'm just looking for my legs,
Tell me, brother, have you seen my legs?"

Then the sage gave a wink, as a sage should do,
And just as he began to freeze,
He said these words, and I'll tell you true,
"Forget your legs and find your knees."

So I bent to the task, and took to the air
Up and down the high-low stair
'Cross the chasm, 'cross the schism,
Like a moonbeam through a prism.

Time to live as the unyoked oxen turn,
Time to turn as the unyoked oxen live.

Time to live as the unyoked oxen turn,
Time to turn as the unyoked oxen live.
05:47 171 7,04 ˆ0.10
5
The Book Of Doves Lyrics
Tell me who gave us the Book of Doves
Columba, Columba, Columba
Tell me who gave us the Book of Doves
Columba, Columba, Columba

What was the breadth of it?
A furlong or four
What was the depth of it?
A fathom or five
What was the heft of it?
The heft of the darkness behind every star

And where did he find it, this Book of Doves?
All in the Candida Casa
And where did he find it, the Book of Doves?
All in the Candida Casa

Made of the vellum and bound in the wolfskin,
Encrusted with amethyst and topaz and beryl
By numberless scribes in the cells of Saint Cyril
(Enscribed on the spine with the Sign of the Fisherman)
Written in Basque and Etruscan and Lydian
Left here by Gideon
Brought from the Bosphorus
Died on the Cross for us

Stolen by Mammon and enshrined in the canon
Forever abandoned in the Plains of Slamannan
“Guilders and florins” say the wells of Saint Lawrence
“Guilders and florins” say the bells of Saint Lawrence

Derry is down, Stirling’s away
Sicily’s legion on the banks of the Tay
Anglesey’s gone with the Angels of Mons
Foula and Kilda will die ere they’re born
04:32 151 4,89 ˆ0.10
6
Ned Ludd's Rant (For World Rebarbarised) Lyrics 04:41 160 5,34 ˆ0.10
7
Hazel Forks Lyrics
Because my face betrayed a smile
Because my smile betrayed my love
I went down to the hazel grove
And we’ll all go down together

The hazel forked three ways in my hand
Three ways in my blood
Three ways in my mind

First became a flock of cranes
They danced away in a Troy-Town maze
Their shrieking frames made a chill refrain
And they made a name unknown to man

I will now reveal the name they made:
“The asphodel and the lily red
The daffodil has lost its head
A bloom of dread, a bloom of dread
The newlywed and the nearly dead”
And they’ll all go down together

Next one frowned and he went down
Then gave a laugh and forked up the path
And flew away forever

Next one cowered and drew away
Then sprung back into my face
Because my face betrayed a smile
Because my smile betrayed some love
I had to go down to the hazel grove
Now we’ll all go down together

Only one more task to tackle
Before we reach the final battle
Loose the Earl o’ Hell’s belt-buckle
Crumple down his trousers

Here’s the gifts of the infant suitor
A cask of ash and a flask of pewter
A map of the city of the future
And a clutch of empty browsers

Here’s the dowry of the leper
A walnut shell and a peck of pepper
And an alder spray to carve a quiver
For a gang of hazel dowsers

They dowsed themselves into a tangle
Called themselves a hazel bush
They snarled so sweet and incomplete
That they stole the heart of a little song thrush
05:27 180 6,98 ˆ0.10
8
Under No Enchantment (But My Own) Lyrics
First thing she gave me:
Two sprays of old Dog’s Mercury
Then I knew that this was serious
And it was Sirius
Who shone upon the road ahead
Though light of day was there to hear us

All too familiar, all too familiar
All too familiar
Those brindled hounds behind her heels
All too familiar, all too familiar
All too familiar
The things a road reversed reveals

Then she turned away from me in her own cave of gold
And so sadly I saw her unfold and unfold
Then she turned her face to me and she said with one look
“The willow grows ever aslant of the brook
Regardless the shape and the heft of your book
I was a bee and I was alive
But my wings they were strong and they beat for the hive
And anything ‘round me resembling a drone
Just a ricocheted residue of overtone”
And this she did say as she leapt o’er the stile
“Bridges like this must entirely lack guile
It hinges on us, son, to find our own rust, son
So give up the gloom, son, just trust, just trust”

All this with one look
And man, was I spooked!
And woman, was I spooked!
And boy, was I spooked!
And girl, was I spooked!

That was true lunacy, that was true lunacy
That was true lunacy
Like none I’d ever known before
That was true lunacy, that was true lunacy
That was true lunacy
Like none I’d ever known before

Last thing she gave me:
One dewy sprig of rosemary
And half a compass
And so I left her, and there I left her
Under no enchantment
Under no enchantment but my own
An empty-handed hunter
An empty-handed hunter coming home
08:10 130 7,56 ˆ0.10