1. |
Nameless
04:23
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Remember the acorn, we planted in Spring
It had your name carved in
Miles from nowhere, lying beneath
The canopy of shimmering leaf
If you were the only one left
And all of this wood was yours
Would you leave it nameless
Or would you always guard its doors
Remember the cabin, frozen in snow
And all the deer that made it their home
Tinder and woodsmoke, shadow and light
The sound of sex in the echo of night
If we were the only ones left
And all of this wood was ours
Would we leave it nameless
Or would we always walk its paths
Or would we always walk its paths
Oh in tears I drink from their eyes
In streams under dappled light
I wonder who lived here before
Who watched as these trees grew tall
If we were the only ones left
And all of this wood was ours
Would we leave it nameless
Or would we always walk its paths
Or would we always walk its paths
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2. |
Rolling Thunder
02:34
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All my life I been,
out here,
at the mercy of weather
In this wilderness,
with just a kiss,
that would kill for the harbour
I have notched my mast,
‘til it lays broken,
but who’ll have the last laugh, who’ll have the last laugh...
I am the Rolling Thunder, I am the Bitter Wind
I am the Rolling Thunder, but in the end
Only I win
Oh my mind it swims,
I am drunk,
on the sea salt water
Many nights have passed,
in this silence,
that drips through the hourglass, drips through the hourglass...
I am the Rolling Thunder, I am the Bitter Wind
I am the Rolling Thunder, but in the end
Only I win
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3. |
Pride
05:08
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Here, in the dark
I've seen your love disarmed
I've held you in pieces
I've fought you under stars
But you were just killing time
Girl don't you know
Girl don't you know
That all's left is my stupid pride
I loved your world
I've seen its flags unfurled
And all your many faces
And the madness of your curls
Falling from such great heights
Girl don't you know
Girl don't you know
That all's left is our stupid pride
Sweet Jesus, who needs these
Bloody valentines
Who linger in the doorways
Of your mind
Hail Mary, she's quite contrary
Always changing the lines
Of the story that we wrote once
When our lives entwined...
Girl don't you know
Girl don't you know
That all's left is our stupid pride
There's nowhere to go
Nowhere to go
It's just me and this stupid pride
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4. |
Nomad
04:04
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I woke in the morning
Sun on my back
Pulled down the covering
Long I stared down the track
Travelling southwards
Were hunters that passed
Looking for shelter
Each with the little they have
Once they were heroes
In a time now unknown
In a land now forgotten
They’ve turned their eyes to the road
Chorus
Nomad, Nomad
You walk with the wolf on your back
Nomad, Nomad
You carry the child of your land
Out on the edges
Of freedom and death
Wild are the places
We long to rest
In the gathering of
In the gathering of
In the gathering of
The storm
Nomad, Nomad
You walk with the wolf on your back
Nomad, Nomad
You bury the dead with your hands
Nomad, Nomad
You carry the child of your land
Nomad, Nomad
Nomad can I follow your track
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5. |
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Remember the acorn, we planted in Spring
It had your name carved in
Miles from nowhere, lying beneath
The canopy of shimmering leaf
If you were the only one left
And all of this wood was yours
Would you leave it nameless
Or would you always guard its doors
Remember the cabin, frozen in snow
And all the deer that made it their home
Tinder and woodsmoke, shadow and light
The sound of sex in the echo of night
If we were the only ones left
And all of this wood was ours
Would we leave it nameless
Or would we always walk its paths
Or would we always walk its paths
Oh in tears I drink from their eyes
In streams under dappled light
I wonder who lived here before
Who watched as these trees grew tall
If we were the only ones left
And all of this wood was ours
Would we leave it nameless
Or would we always walk its paths
Or would we always walk its paths
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James Frost London, UK
James Frost is an independent British folk artist whose delicate, fingerpicked guitar and dreamlike lyrics have attracted
attention from BBC 6Music, Glastonbury Festival and leading online platform Folk Radio UK.
His sound is reminiscent of quintessential English troubadour Nick Drake and mainstream success Ben Howard, offering both traditional and more contemporary elements.
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