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Beard of Tolstoy
03:00
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Beard of Tolstoy
All the things I haven’t said
They drive me crazy
And all the books I haven’t read
They make me go out of my head
And what do I know about anything?
Woah about anything
The beard of Tolstoy mocks me so
His long grey mantle
Such a beard I could never grow
Never mind the Sisyphean prose
And what do I know about anything?
Woah about anything
But I do know how to sing
Well if you say so
And play a chord or two on this thing
A little music I can bring
But what do I know about anything?
Woah about anything
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Nick Will Cave My Head In
I hear hell is warm this time of year
I think I might take a trip
Nick wields a hammer above his head
And he’s promised me a one-way ticket
Nick is gunna cave my head in
It’s just me, Nick and Robert Johnson
At a crossroads down in Mexico
We drank until our tired eyes bled
And our souls belonged to El Diablo
Nick is gunna cave my head in
It’s just me, Nick and Robert Johnson
At a crossroads down in Mexico
We Drank until our tired eyes bled
And our souls belonged to El Diablo
He’s got my death typed up in its final draft
Like that poor sucker Bunny Munro
We’re just a paragraph from story’s end
He’s killed me off ‘cause I’m an anti-hero
It’s time to, it’s time to go
It’s time to go down down below
It’s time to go, it’s time to go
It’s always warm down down below
And now Nick is gunna cave my head in
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Pre-Raphaelite Goddess
03:54
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Pre-Raphaelite Goddess
This book in which I write
Has been held by her the sweet maiden
Alas she's spoken for
It's so much more than can be said for me
She wrapped it up in sheets
Of pretty paper as I dreamed she'd do with me
In a veil of warm, tender love
In blankets of her pale skin
I'd lie and dream forever
I'm naked and empty
As these pages in absence of her
She is spoken for
Befreckled skin and fiery hair
A beauty unearthly
In a portrait painting by John Everett Millais
Pre-Raphaelite Goddess
Redhead nymphette
Her call tempts me into the fire
And I can't touch her
For I'd just smudge her
And I can't touch her
For I'd just taint her
Do not mourn for me
When you see my ashes
Charred in the grate
Oh please let your desire
Be written upon us in a beautiful tale
Or cast me into the fire
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4. |
Sometimes In The Desert
04:08
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Sometimes In The Desert
Sometimes in the middle of the desert there’s a wellspring
In the bleakness of the winter there's a sunbeam
In the cold heart of a killer there is feeling
In the emptiness of nothing there is something
Sometimes in the desert your cup is overflowing
You can always take heart in the arms of something
Even if you are grieving there’ll be one to find relief in
While your are still breathing you can believe in
Sometimes in the modern and the ugly there is great art
In the dark and freezing night you’ve got a sweetheart
In this cruel and wicked world she’s got a saint’s heart
In all the killing and the war you never will part
Sometimes in the desert your cup is overflowing
You can always take heart in the arms of something
While you are still breathing there is something to believe in
Even if you are grieving, you can believe in
Sometimes in the seven depths of hell there is a goddess
When all the underworld says no she will say yes
When the fallen have no style she wears a fine dress
In all the mediocrity that girls got finesse
Sometimes in the desert your cup is overflowing
You can always take heart in the arms of something
While you are still breathing there is something to believe in
Even if you are grieving there is one to find relief in
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5. |
Noirland
03:56
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Noirland
The darkness takes has a safe place to hide
He dines inside my heart to shelter from the light
There's an infernal banquet hall for him in there
Don't think about it son
You wouldn't dare
Noirland
Have you ever seen a darker land
Noirland
No you've never seen a darker land
The darkness takes his place deep down inside
He tells me to journey to the end of the night
You can't escape the fate that's waiting there
Don't think about it son
You wouldn't dare
Noirland
Have you ever seen a darker land
Noirland
No you've never seen a darker land
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Caspian Sea
04:02
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Caspian Sea
I once was a great bird flying
O'er the shores of the Caspian Sea
I saw the Russian Army
Make land at the walled city
Catherine the Great sent the message
This city belongs to me
But who laid claim did not matter
For I was a bird I was free
Baku shared its name with a mythical beast
A beast said to be the eater of dreams
The Russians and the Persians
Fought over the City of Winds
While the breeze carried me far above them
I transcended their human whims
Soon after the city was taken
Came the death of the great Catherine
Her successor ordered his troops home
The city changed hands once again
Baku shared its name with a mythical beast
A beast said to be the eater of dreams
This bird flew out o'er the Caspian
It was safe above the sea from the eaters of dreams
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7. |
An Open Window
04:43
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An Open Window
The seasons arrive then leave again
We lean away from then back towards the sun
As the earth soars through the heavens
The hand of time flows in a single direction
Straight ahead is the only path
Back to the warmth again
In time it will come
Springtime it is an open window
A window wide open to ecstasy
Springtime it is an open window
A window open for us to breathe
Autumn leaves and we wave goodbye
With sadness at the loss
Of crisp evenings clear and dry
October skies so beautiful
Winter comes all is quiet here
Save for the stormy weather
As we find solace by the fireside
And wait for spring
Springtime it is an open window
A window wide open to ecstasy
Springtime it is an open window
A window open to serenity
Springtime it is an open window
A window wide open for us to breathe
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8. |
Vermilion Sands
04:10
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Vermilion Sands
When you find yourself in hell keep travelling on
Mephistopheles is a bore and his minions
The desert’s made for crossing keep moving along
Or you’ll wind up in the forsaken sands of oblivion
Train tracks in the desert
Best be travelling on them
For you’d never make a camel son nor a Bedouin
You’d better ride inside the carriage to the city station
Forget about a marriage to these vermilion sands
Or you’ll end up as bones bathing in the sun
When you find yourself in Hades keep pushing along
Take a cue from Sisyphus and see how it’s done
The wasteland’s made for passing through please carry on
Or you’ll wind up in the forsaken sands of oblivion
Train tracks in the desert
Best be travelling on them
For you’d never make a camel son nor a Bedouin
You’d better ride inside the carriage to the city station
Forget about a marriage to these vermilion sands
Or you’ll end up as bones bathing in the sun
When you find yourself in vermilion sands
You’ll find yourself without water or innocence
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9. |
Devil's Level
04:36
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Devil's Level
I shared a room with the devil
He winked at me he said we're on the same level
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Thomas Dreyfus Northern Ireland, UK
Thomas Dreyfus is a 31 year old musician from the north coast in Northern Ireland.
His debut album
'Nick Will Cave My Head In' was released on 11th April 2015 which he describes as, "acoustic noir that ranges from folk storytelling to the darkly humorous and sometimes just downright dark... and I'm told there's a cinematic quality in the songs too."
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