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Death At Sea
03:09
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LYRICS:
This is how the story starts way, way, away
Death At Sea, a play with cast way, way, away
The sun shines down on the precious ones
The wind blows fair for the precious ones
About to set sail
A journey set for shores unknown way, way, away
A poor, unnamed, unspoken place known as Sorrow Bay
The sun goes down on the precious ones
The wind turns around for the precious ones
Who’ve just set sail, about to lose their way
They’ve just set sail
What a way to go castaway alone
I’ll be your companion tomorrow
A band of constant sorrow
A band of constant sorrow
The storm it tore the ship to shreds way, way, away The Captain, Crew are lost and Dead way, way, away
The sun shines down on the lonely one
The wind blows fair for the lucky one
Who made it back today Home from Sorrow Bay
He made it home today
This is how it ends ‘til death us depart friends
I’ll be your companion tomorrow
A band of constant sorrow
A band of constant sorrow
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LYRICS:
The Red Coats, the Blue Coats
The Blood Reds and the Cut-Throats
Took the field, in the snow
To settle scores from long ago
The end begins at the start
With Raven Hair and Snowy White
Two families’ favourite sons
Perfect, smile, now young men they’ve become
The end begins at the start
With Raven Hair, comes a Raven Heart
Ice will break before it bends
To all they seemed the best of friends
Jealousy like shadow grew
In Raven’s coat of Midnight Blue
As closest friend now closest foe
Paraded a garment white as snow
The best laid plans are played at night
Raven Hair strode to Snowy White
Whose back was turned, and from his coat
He took his knife and he cut his throat
People gathered where he fell
And watched his White coat turn to Red
His father rose as he died on the path
Of melting snow from steaming blood He said,
“So this day you will always remember
We’ll meet here every bleak December
We’ll bring our blades and wear Blood Red coats And take you down, you who are the Cut-Throats”
The Red Coats, the Blue Coats
The Blood Reds and the Cut-Throats
Took the field, in the snow
To settle scores from long ago
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Bird From The Ashes
04:57
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LYRICS:
The voices were always her own
They whispered to her through the ages
They drove insane poor Nelly Jones
But the truth was she made her own cages
To keep her head clear, she courted the flame
While her pale flesh would sear
Well, there’d be only one voice to blame
And the bird from the ashes has flown
Away with the only true thing she had known
“Take matters into your own hands And they’ll leave you alone”
One name on the grave dug for poor Nelly Jones
They said that she kept to herself
But her head was a room full of strangers
To drink and to sleep didn’t help
But the truth was she made her own danger
So tiny and red, lined up in row upon row
In a box by her bed
‘Til the morning sky filled with their smoke
And the bird from the ashes has flown
Away with the only true thing she had known
“Take matters into your own hands And they’ll leave you alone”
One name on the grave dug for poor Nelly Jones
She was never alone, never in silence
It drove her to matches, drove her to violence
The voices made Nelly her own private victim
But she wouldn’t have told you
Even if they’d let her keep living...
Go on now, you know this is
The way you always wanted it
The fire and the phoenix
The only thing to come from all the
Painful scars of your own touch
A single spark, never enough
And the bird from the ashes has flown
Away with the only true thing she had known
“Take matters into your own hands
And they’ll leave you alone”
One name on the grave dug for poor Nelly Jones
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LYRICS:
Round robin, round
We were all hypnotized by the sound
Of his tales from the old country
Told for a pint and a pound
Stories of battles at sea
From a voice that could shake down the trees
And the face of an angel
All battered by grand tragedy
Raise your glass in the air
With a tear in your eye
Time has come now to bid him goodbye
For at first light this morn The Old Captain has died Let him live on in legend tonight.
No soul shared his name
And he sought neither fortune nor fame
But this old dusty tavern is kingdom
O’er which he would reign
Not a chapter of life he forgot
And the truth of it all mattered not
For adventure and grandeur and rapture
We’d feast on the lot
Raise your glass in the air
With a tear in your eye
Time has come now to bid him goodbye
For at first light this morn The Old Captain has died Let him live on in legend tonight.
The stars will shine brightly
No more in the sky
They’ve lost their best sailor to guide
For at first light this morn The Old Captain has died Let him live on in legend tonight
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Jack Davey
04:41
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LYRICS:
The cards spelled out maybe
but not for Jack Davey
His daughters & sons to the creek used to run
His sons & his daughters drowned in muddy waters He knew in his heart…
The damage was done
The damage was done
He knew in his heart that the choice had been made He took out a rag, a club & a spade
It shone like a diamond in the mud at his feet
Her face looked alive…
But her heart didn’t beat
Her heart didn’t beat
Her face looked alive but her lips they were coal
And onward the spade dug deeper the hole
You ask me why, I’ll speak if I must
“Ashes to Ashes & Dust to Dust…
Dust to Dust”
Ashes to Ashes, time fades away
The hand we are dealt is the hand we must play Their lives were all over at just Twenty One
The cards spelled out maybe…
Maybe this one maybe this one
maybe this one
The cards spelled out maybe
but not for Jack Davey
His daughters & sons to the creek used to run
His sons & his daughters drowned in muddy waters He knew in his heart that this was the one…
This was the one
This hand was the one
This hand was the one
he cards spelled out maybe
but not for Jack Davey…
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Brillig SA, Australia
"If you know what Cohen, Cash & Cave have in common, it's right here” - Periplaneta,
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For those who like folk tales deliciously dark yet strangely uplifting, look no further than acclaimed trio Brillig, who share their penchant for sea shanties, murder ballads & beautifully tragic gothic folk tales with festival crowds across Europe, Australia + New Zealand and airwaves around the globe.
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