Lie of the Land

by Tobion/Bird Radio

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Recorded live on 12th and 13th May 2015 on Garway Hill, Herefordshire. This is the first collaborative EP between Tobion and Bird Radio.
www.tobion.com
www.birdradio.co.uk
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released May 13, 2015

All music composed and performed by Tobion and Bird Radio. Thank you to Pat and David Macrae and Elspeth Anne.

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Track Name: White Lies
What will you do son, what will you do?
I'm folding my clothes to give them to you
You'll wear my masks and you'll carry my chains
You've got no reason to complain

His forehead the wall to the city
His eyes the guardsmen of the river
His nose an unclimbable mountain
His mouth to make you a believer
In the words stuck in his throat
His heart so bloody and so remote
His lungs the skies from where the hurricanes rise
He unbuttons another button on his coat

Riding this hurricane
High above the ground
All of time has led to these tears
Falling to the ground
We all carry umbrellas
For this very moment
When it all fades to nothing
And leaves us with the torment
Of the still thinking human
Sat in his chair of bones
His ancestors said before him
White lies will murder old crows

His forehead the wall to the city
His eyes the guardsmen of the river
His nose an unclimbable mountain
His mouth to make you a believer
In the words stuck in his throat
His heart so bloody and so remote
His lungs the skies from where the hurricanes rise
He unbuttons another button on his coat

What will you do son, what will you do?
I'm folding my clothes to give them to you
You'll wear my masks and you'll carry my chains
You've got no reason to complain
Track Name: Witness
Fourteen long nights on the hillside alone
I came here amongst you to make myself known
Ale rare flowed, scarce meat on old bone
It's aye, I failed to prove

Bread and beer given by my wary host
Six of seven daughters saw none but a ghost
Of Maria I was given to boast
It's aye, I failed to prove
Aye, I failed

Hide a lie
Her bones they lie
Under the roots

T'was bakers and brewers who gave me open alms
And they who were jury to risen alarms
To her limp body I hold in my harm
It's aye, I failed to prove
Aye, I failed

Hide a lie
Her bones they lie
Under the roots
Track Name: Practice Standing still
Murdered in the bedroom
A prisoner of chance
Red glow of the lava lamp
From your uncles and aunts
You're always so distant
Like a star behind a cloud
Relying on your mother's breast
'Cause your father's not around

The greatest of the great
Any troubled soul can write a song

Traces in the garden
Looking at the lights
From the darkness of the suburbs
And the safety of always being right
A dream to dream a child's dream
The glistening of I
We are stood side by side
Trying not to cry

You told me to be strong
That this fear is wrong
When I've had enough of this
Once again I will just move on

The statues and the trees
Have practiced standing still
Trapped in a reality where nothing's truly real
Sing a song and be content
To fall is to be free
All there's left to do is take off these shoes
And wade into this dream

The lion's eyes are tired
From staring at this mess for way too long
Track Name: The Day Before
The day before it happened
There were strangers in our fields
We were consumed by dancing
Fluttering remorse

Matter's no more
Head of cavern caved in
Battle without
War within

Lyre her son plucked
Heavy stained hands of such men
In great halls he sprawled naked
Marble floor cold against his skin

Tears love lost flood these galleries vast
Until there is no shore

Our beloved herd no more
Our beloved heard no more