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Bavarian Wine
04:40
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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
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Seasons
04:46
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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
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Sparklers
02:50
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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...
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Splinters
03:02
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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
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The Sound Of Birds
04:02
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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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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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