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Stone and Feather

by Richard Gorman

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1.
Bed of Roses 03:12
Bed of Roses You’re my bed of roses You’re my crown of thorns You’re my nest of petals I’m your honey tongue On scented air I catch your bouquet Parting leaves that brush my skin I’ve got a burning thirst for rosehip wine Dewdrops slip through velvet Wet lips kiss the stalk Sepals separated Fingers prick and bleed Let me sleep in your flowerbed Devour the sunshine and the rain Bring me to seed in your flowerhead Tease the honeybees and songbirds Drink your fill of summer clouds Mother Earth’s abundant daughter Surrender to the sun Surrender to the sun You’re my bed of roses Red, white and beautiful Be my lover’s harvest I would taste the fruit of you Your scarlet blooms and takes me in To spark the fire and the flame Your flower completes me like the evening sun My bed of roses My bed of roses My summer rose
2.
Little Boxes (21st Century) after Malvina Reynolds Little boxes in the bedroom A little box hears every word you say Little boxes watch the sidewalks Little boxes all the same There’s a grey one and a gold one And a chrome one and a silver one And they all light up your faces And you all look just the same And you live inside your boxes In your virtual realities And your bookstores and your libraries And your privacy are gone Little boxes run your businesses Little boxes raise your families You obey your little boxes When they tell you who to love And there’s outrage and conspiracy And deleted browser history Little boxes sell your secrets And they know what’s best for you So you stroke your little boxes And your fingers all go ticky-tacky Now you’re all just little boxes And you all think just the same
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4.
Heavy Shit 02:49
Heavy Shit I got trouble making ends meet You caught something nasty between the bedsheets We’re all baking in the big heat Take a deep breath it’s time to take the hit The sea and sky are broken and that’s some heavy shit I can’t cope with this new order You’re scared of strangers at the border We are just data in the great computer Wake up just in time to feel the kick Our greed devoured the planet and that’s some heavy shit We let them start the avalanche It’s way too late to stop We kissed arse for evil bastards Scum rises to the top We summoned greedy devils To rise and rule us from the pit Then we let the cunts away with it And that’s some heavy shit I saw wildfires on the news You choke on your zero-hour Deliveroo We can’t tell bullshit from what’s true Fake a smile our pyre is being lit We didn’t lift a finger to stop them spreading dirt No-one’s going to save us from the sins we won’t admit We’re gonna get what we deserve And that’s some heavy shit
5.
Stone and Feather Stone and feather still we lie Apart, together; Earth and sky Burn the pale mist from the ground Chase the empty years away Like the wind stroking my neck Imperceptible Your scent upon the grass cut air Shell and water, light and sound Tides whisper with your stolen breath Dawn is broken, night still falls No lonely lover’s voice can tell the time From the forest dark crows rise Upon the beaten wind A chorus fit to call your name If I close my eyes I see what the years have hidden If I cup hands about my ears your voice chants with the sea When I sing I taste you lips Abandoned ship, deserted shore Bring me the comfort of solitude Weave lost fingers through mine Shine the silver midnight moon There’s a bridge from cloud to cloud linking you to me There’s a spring among the rocks There’s a spider’s thread upon the breeze So I know no sorrow and I know no fear Absent hearts grow fonder There is no guiding star or sweet providence All we’re left with is the truth Every mountain stands alone reaching for the blue Stone and feather still we lie Apart together Earth and Sky
6.
One Nice Song Wouldn’t it be nice if I didn’t want to kill you? Wouldn’t it be nice if you didn’t feel the same? Wouldn’t it be nice if I didn’t like to hurt you? Wouldn’t it be nice if you didn’t share my name? My tongue is a knife and it cuts you in two when I’m smiling You can taste the steel in my blood when we tremble and kiss I love to hear you screaming, it’s like razor wire and rust I worship the dark when you spread for me then I do what I must Wouldn’t it be nice if you didn’t need to hate me? Wouldn’t it be nice if we didn’t share this bed But it’s blood and it’s bones and it’s fear that are fueling our fire Wouldn’t it be nice if I wasn’t in your head? I’m the scorpion on your back you’re just a rat crossing dirty water I know that your god’s up there grinning as he watches us drown Don’t try to pretend that you didn’t see this coming You’re a fallen angel, you’re a victim, you’re a martyr, you’re good girl But all good things come to an end March to the beat of my cold heart, march to damnation Choke with the reek of my sulphur and smoke in your lungs Sing out to heaven as the fists and the rocks rain down on you Scream as the claws of the devil drag you below As I drag you below Wouldn’t it be nice if I didn’t want to kill you? Wouldn’t it be nice if you didn’t feel the same? Wouldn’t it be nice if it didn’t feel so good to hurt you? Wouldn’t it be nice if we never breathed again?
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Raw 04:17
Raw Some songs are a gift from Apollo They hang in the air and you pick ‘em down easy Sometimes it’s a flash of white lightning Some guitars don’t know when you’re empty Songs came when she was still breathing Songs came before he was born Why do they still come now you’ll never hear them? Love songs to punish my sins My guitar lends them halos of silver My guitar weaves them cloth of gold Sometimes they get all the trimmings Sometimes I just leave them raw Some folk got the knowhow to sell them Blow hard and big themselves up Some folk got high flying notions Or make you feel good just to fill up their purse Some songs are gold discs and Vegas Mine are Scottish and hard I haunt these nightclubs and barstools My song is beer stains and dirt My songs don’t care if I love them My songs don’t care who they hurt Their tunes and chords are my masters Controlling every word They come when you tell me your secrets They come when I’m turning to drink Why do they still come when I don’t want to hear them? Why do they still come at this time of night when I’m too tired to think?
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What Doesn’t Kill Me Makes Me Stronger There’s a bloodstain on the pavement where my body used to be There’s an arrow through my head, a deadly spider wriggling up my sleeve The snake bite in my trouser leg is about to bring me pain There’s murder in the shadows, a bullet lodged inside my brain You wait for me to shed a tear for you You say I’ll miss you when you’re gone You say I’ll have to wait a hundred years for you Well you’ll have to wait a little longer Cos what doesn’t kill me makes me stronger Vultures see me coming and they circle overhead I’ve been shivved in dark alleyways and left for dead I’ve been battered, bruised and beaten and I’ve fallen from the sky Loan sharks and fair-weather friends cross their hearts and wish that I would die You wait for me to shed a tear for you You say I’ll miss you when you’re gone You say I’ll have to wait a hundred years for you Then you slip a rope around my collar But what doesn’t kill me makes me stronger I’m in the crosshairs when you lock and load I feel the viper’s poison tooth This electric chair’s about to overload You got snipers on the roof I’ve escaped the quicksand and the county jail Watched the bomb’s fuse burning down You try to kill me but your going to fail And look who’s gunning for you now I’ve been singing in the acid rain and I’ve walked across the rails I’ve dangled from the gallows and swallowed rusty nails I stroll along the freeway playing chicken with the trucks I roll the dice and spin the wheel even when I know I’m out of luck You wait for me to shed a little tear for you You say I’ll miss you when you’re gone You say I’ll have to wait a hundred years for you Then you go for your revolver Well you better hit me right between the eyes Cos what doesn’t kill me makes me stronger
9.
Little White Lie It starts so very small, A touch of childhood reassurance Fairy tales and lullabies Close your eyes and sleep in silence With one little white lie Who can bear a lover’s cry When kisses go astray? The blind eye turned, a confidence A truth kept in the shade By one little white lie Truth’s as constant as the wind As ruthless as the sea We will not swallow medicine When deception tastes so sweet On the tongue Skies are black, forests burn Lost families swallowed by the waves Machines are god and missiles fly But all our masters need Is one little white lie One little white lie
10.
Union Street Lightning On Union Street the lights burn low Stores are closed but bars are open In the Bank I raise a toast To the girl who left me broken You’re like the sun you burn my eyes I can’t stare straight into your sunshine You’re like the moon, I’m hypnotized I can’t stop knocking back your moonshine You’re electric, you’re a storm And I’ve been struck by lightning You’re electric, you’re a storm And I’ve been struck by lightning You make me scream, you make me bleed Fiery footsteps blaze a trail behind you It’s impossible to sleep When I dream that I’m inside you Your lips are sealed but you’re a song You can’t move closer without dancing Your silhouette remains when you are gone The perfect blue note mourns your passing You’re electric, you’re a storm And I’ve been struck by lightning You’re electric, you’re a storm And I’ve been struck by lightning
11.
Holy Land 04:10
Holy Land Let me show you, let me tell you what is sacred and divine We got temples to god and learning, temples to gambling and wine We got a thousand angry warriors screaming in the Dundee Dens Road choir We got Discount booze and happy hours to lift our spirits higher Breathe in the spices of the Indies and Cathay Luigi’s pizzeria and deep-fried chocolate takeaway So it’s welcome to the Holy Land, welcome to DD3 Welcome to earthly paradise, Welcome to Cleppy Road, Dundee We put dog shit on the pavement just to keep you on your toes Junkies staring into space and searching for the holy, holy ghost We’ve got weans that shine like flowers, needles in the park We bless the silver river when we’re dancing in the dark If you live your life for money we’ll kick you up the arse We’ve got the ghost of William Barclay, servant of the working class He says, welcome to the Holy Land, Welcome to DD3 Welcome to earthly paradise, Welcome to Coldside, Dundee You can keep your swank and money, and all the treasure that you stole We’re from the land of jute and honey and we will not sell our souls She’s a child of Saint Salvador with holy fire in her eyes She’s the angel of the Rosebank made of concrete, steel and wire Baptised in the waters of the Holy River Tay She don’t give a hot damn what your bullshit influencers say She’s seen the truth on every corner, she’s heard every mother’s cry She’s knows every rich man’s promise is every poor man’s lie She’s sick of every macho fool who’s trying to prove he’s strong She’s our one hope for the future, she’s the power behind my song And she sings… Welcome to the Holy Land, welcome to DD3 Welcome to earthly paradise, welcome one and all to the Hilltown of Dundee

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released December 7, 2023

Music Words Design Richard Gorman
Production Stuart Duncan

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