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Death to Power/Power of Death
Death to Power/Power of Death"Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery?" Here's our take on the old Patrick Henry saw, at 172 bpm. Hook up your sub and hold onto your hat. Hear more at http://station61.com.
Fergal Carr - Scuzzlebutt (Station 61 Mix)
Fergal Carr - Scuzzlebutt (Station 61 Mix)Fergal Carr's intense industrial techno track transformed into a cheeky little house-ified toe-tapper. 127 bpm, D major (harmonic). Listen to the original track here: https://soundcloud.com/fergal-carr/scuzzlebutt.
Lucinda's Song (Newport Edition)
Lucinda's Song (Newport Edition)An all-new, heart-rending alternative version of "Lucinda's Song," featuring a gorgeous vocal from Hazel, filled with lost hope and regret. See the video at https://youtu.be/77etHgEp6XY.
BatteredHow are you? It's been a long time. Thanks for asking, I'm doing fine. Your husband's here? (I miss you every night.) He's with the kids. (I'm doing fine.) How's the firm? (I want you all of the time.) Times are tough. (I'm doing fine.) I have to go. (I'll love you all of my life.) All my best. (I'm doing fine.) I trusted you once Trusted you twice Then I lost everything Turn the other cheek Seven times, he said Both my cheeks have been bruised Seven times, he said Seven times seventy It's so easy for god
In SilenceCome take my hand And lay down beside me Hold tight as you can No need to be frightened There's nothing to say Your touch speaks everything In silence we lay In silence we lay Remember that day? A wind like a hurricane We lifted our arms Like wings of the cherubim I thought we might fly Float up like gossamer Lifted by god Straight into paradise There's nothing to say Your touch speaks everything In silence we lay In silence we lay So many years Such sweet belonging And all that remains: The long slow forgetting So come take my hand And lay down beside me Hold tight as you can Hold tight as you can There's nothing to say Your touch speaks everything In silence we lay In silence we lay
Lucinda's SongYour laugh Is the final, fraying strand Holding me afloat Upon these cold waters Carried, dislocated, disconnected My body a broken boat Washed over the shoals On a sea tide of expectations Fatigue, hypothermia Numb to the shock Black swollen bruises Tossed against the stones I choke on saltwater I yearn in the surf For the sound of your laugh I hold it, white knuckled, Until I right myself and seize One, stolen breath
I Need You
I Need YouWatch the official (and proper creepy) music video at https://youtu.be/1_V_ijcMyIs. Feeling small and frightened An ordinary day I think I'll stay inside, love, You be on your way. Promise me forever Promise everyday Promise me until we're both Safely in the grave I need you Watching through my windows The winters come and go Yesterday grows indistinct Tomorrow is unknown Without you I might fade away An early morning fog Evanesce, evaporate Dissolve into the calm I need you If I'm a burden, push me away Feeling small and frightened But today is a better day Come and take my hand, love, Coax me out to play I promise you forever Every single day I promise you until we rest Safely in the grave I need you I love
NakedNaked I'm naked, again Naked I'm naked, again Clothed in your arms Now it's cold in my bed Naked, again Hungry I'm hungry, again Hungry I'm hungry, again Filled at your breast Now my soul's withering Hungry, again I can't take this anymore Wasted I'm wasted, again Wasted I'm wasted, again Alive in your gaze Now I'm ash on the breeze Wasted, again
A Great Calm Descends
A Great Calm DescendsI think, at last, I feel the peace Of knowing to a certainty The weight of doubt is lifted Off my shoulders I think, at last, The very sea Will open to receive me And welcome me back home Where I belong Because I think, at last, I know I don't need just one more pill God knows I don't need Any more self-reproach I don't need a drink I don't need another confession I just need to shuffle off this load I'm finally going to shuffle off this load