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The Sea
03:46
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If this be the sea
Then where do I stand?
Is the breeze from the water
Or the pages that pass through my hand?
If this be the sea
Then where do I stand?
Is the rip of the tide
Or the pages that pass through my hand?
If this be the sea
Then where do I stand?
If this be the sea.
Is the glare from the water
Or the pages that pass through my hand?
Is there life in the depths
Or that pages that pass through my hand?
If this be the sea
Then where do I stand?
If this be the sea.
If this be the sea
Then where do I stand?
With grain 'tween my toes
And gloss in my hand.
The page is the power
An old power at fault
And when I ripple paper
Man, I swear I smell salt.
I raise up the page
To cover the view
But if this be the sea,
Oh, if this be the sea,
If this be the sea,
If this be the sea,
If this be the sea
Then the sea
I choose you.
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Warden Rock
04:26
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Now you
You're here for me
All dressed up
Against the lonely.
In me
I see in you
That you have known
Lonely too.
Been in flight
been to places
I'd ground my feet
In these river banks for you
For you.
Run river dry
Of ships and coals
Sound sounding home
By the light of you
Of you.
Words were spoke
And the river flowed
To the rhythm of our parts
Just chewing sparks
Against the dark.
I've never been so alive
By the banks of the river
By the banks of the Tyne.
We came by the rock
Where the waters meet
And gather towards the town
These rivers graft
Under bridges sat
Low and wide
With steel clad grins
Bearing sleepy teeth above
Above the deep
Deep river sleep.
I've never been
So alive
By the banks of the river
By the banks of the Tyne.
What we built before
And crafted with
Pretty little bones
And firm hips.
What we built before
And crafted with
Armies of coal
And fleets of ships.
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