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Wild Horses
04:39
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This virgin is not pure
That’s the only thing about her they seem sure of
She lives in the corner of my eye
I can’t meet her gaze and I can’t look away
Her fantasies are her wild horses
They remain beautiful and untamed
I can relate to every silence
Her words and her voice they're just like mine
So I surrender, I surrender
One day this world will decay
So let’s go and run away with wild horses
Our angels watch through anxious fingers
But we do not, no we do not
Fear Him
Can’t you hear, they’re waiting for you my dear
So let’s go and run away with wild horses
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The Goddess
04:43
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In the springtime he’ll be the morning dew
In the springtime she’ll be the sky so blue
In the springtime I’ll melt like the snow
Spread my wings, into a goddess I will grow
Into the night I’ll take flight
All at once the starlight dances
To the beat of my heart
Everything illuminates
And suddenly in the grace of it all
I’m face to face with this delicate
And wonderstruck man
Into his gaze I fell, I fell
Into my embrace he fell, into my white wings
Pluck a feather and tie it into his long hair
Take this emblem, don’t despair
Do not despair
Take me to your favourite place
Take my body, take the woman I have made
To a garden where flowers sing
And where beauty seems to drip off everything
In the winter she’ll be the earth laying under the air
In the winter he’ll be the frost that paints her
In the winter the moon can show her face in the day
And the birds, they take to the sky and fly away
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Opal
05:17
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Some people have read their own biography
The spine is worn, the pages are discoloured
No space for doubt, no space for question
Their minds are curiousless
I try to get along with everyone, but I just can’t stand
Looking into empty eyes
Looking into empty eyes
A hollow smile
Looking into empty eyes
I hate it when you’re this powerless
And I want you to be strong for me
Then I cant deny the beauty in your fragility
A sensitivity beneath your masculinity
Because crying, just like music
Is the soul surfacing to breathe
In all its colours it rises, and pours out
Clean and clear, refreshed
Salty water, your tears on my side of the bed
Salty water, for all the things left unsaid
Salty water, salty water
Here tears are rare like opal in a stone
But I respect your right to want to be alone
If you accept the questions in my eye
As your hand reaches out for mine
That old dog and that old man, from what I can see
Practically live here in this park
They’re inseparable and I can’t help but wonder
If people can ever be that certain of each other’s company
So I cry to the uncompassionate London skyline
So I cry here, in this park
So I cry, to the uncompassionate London skyline,
So I cry here, in this park
Here tears are rare like opal in a stone
But I respect your right to want to be alone
If you accept the questions in my eye
As your hand reaches out for mine
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O'ra Brigit London, UK
Ȱ'ra Brigit is a London based indie folk singer-songwriter, who’s music is both delicate and thought-provoking, making use of rich chords as a platform for her warm and sensitive voice. Greatly influenced by the folk movement of the 70s, as well as more traditional folk styles, her heartfelt lyrics reflect upon themes of humanity, femininity, nature and politics. ... more
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