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1.
A few more sips before this bottle's done And only memory will hold the taste Of ambered moments locked in meadow sun The wooded island by the lake embraced CHORUS Ever mine, ever mine All this is ever mine We drank a glass or two as evening fell And walked in lilac through the day's retreat Intoxicated gently by its spell As darkness blossomed, tempering the heat CHORUS And though barely a mouthful now remains A steadfast little moat at bottle's end The spiced and subtle flavour it maintains Allowing time beyond time to extend But those bright drops still there are ever mine While new grapes grow and ripen on the vine CHORUS
2.
Seasons 04:46
The summer before we met I had a feeling I would find you Something about the world said something big would happen I'd find you And I talked to strangers, I talked to friends This is just the way my story bends And like the spring moves into summer I move into you A week before we met I had a feeling I would find you Something about the sky said something wild would happen I'd find you And I talked to strangers, I talked to friends This is just the way my story bends And like the summer moves into autumn I move into you The very night we met I had a feeling I would find you Something about my strange new confidence told me that I'd find you And I talked to strangers, I talked to friends This is just the way my story bends And like the autumn moves into winter I move into you The day after we married I had a feeling That I'd come home to you Something about the earth said something true had happened, I'd always love you And I talked to strangers, I talked to friends This is just the way my story bends And like the winter moves into spring I move into you And as the years keep on turning I move on with you
3.
Sparklers 02:50
Like my sparklers, your name lingers Like my sparklers, your face stays Burnt a bright hole in my darkness Flashes remain in my eyes when you're gone An arabesque of absences tells me that you're here Curlicues of kisses gone show me you are near Like my sparklers, your name lingers Like my sparklers, your face stays Held on too long, or so it would seem Burnt my fingers, let fall all my dreams And you have told me this You have shown me this Watch them crash and burn All the pretty fireworks You'd think that I would learn But it goes from bad to worse And worse Come November, I will hold you As a memory that lives in eyes and nose Smells of heartbreak, like my sparklers In the cold night I had to let you go And I knew it was so And I knew it was so...
4.
Splinters 03:02
I am in retirement, I am in denial There's no denying that I can't see the future, but I thought I could And I get only splinters When I knock on wood And can you give me promise? Oh no, I know you can't Can you give me kisses? Oh no I know you can't So I am in retirement, I am in denial There's no denying that I can't see the future, but I thought I could And I get only splinters When I knock on wood And can you give me promise? Oh no, I know you can't Can you give me kisses? Oh no I know you can't I thought we had something that could not be broken I watched us break it, though And I feel like a junkie, I feel like a loser And I get only splinters when I knock on wood I get only splinters when I knock on wood
5.
Walking past the field as the silence broke The wandering geese left the ground anew We heard the sound of wings before they spoke In chorus, in formation as they flew And poetry is limited by words Poetry is limited by words The voice of the buzzard echoes and rings Circling and looping in curlicue cries Wide above the valley on high-pitched wings The world mute below as the hunter flies And poetry is limited by words Poetry is limited by words Then four great swans arrive across the lake Whooping low and painting the air with white We hold our breath to hear the autumn wake The feathered rhythm of the bold swan flight And poetry is limited by words No boundaries can hold the sound of birds

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This EP was recorded in Edinburgh, during March and April 2012.

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released April 14, 2012

All songs written, sung and played by Kirsty Venters Marks.

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Kirsty Venters Marks Edinburgh, UK

Songs and singing, guitars and kazoos. Actually, no kazoos, sorry.
Singer, writer and poet, based in Scotland.

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