The Western Seaboard EP
by Beyond Olden Acre
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Western Seaboard, 1913
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Darkest Plains
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Sing My Child
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released 17 October 2011
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Passed yonder plains and o’er the mountain,
Down the valley and through the forest,
Every sound
... more
follows and surrounds us
And at every turn a maker.
Deep in the fields the men of labour,
At every bud the bee and trader,
The tune carried by each passing stranger
Beyond this olden acre.
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- Track Name: Western Seaboard, 1913
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Francis the old lonesome lighthouse keeper
Had always been a gentle sleeper
Tonight he wakes to the code that comes tapping
And bears his eyes upon the story mapping
The Great Wave has emerged from deepest sea
It's coming for us now, it comes for peasants as it comes for gentry
In clemency or callousness he swears a vow of silence
As he sees it roar on the horizon
With one movement of his hand the trouble is dismissed
He brings the town under fortress of darkness
The Great Wave has emerged from deepest sea
It's coming for us now, it comes for peasants as it comes for gentry
All of the people submerged in distant slumber
Dreams of inconsequence and wonder
The light is banished from their quiet coastal town
And in the morning their town is gone
The sun comes up all along the Western Seaboard
And glistens on the water, the surface that betrays the score - Track Name: Darkest Plains
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We walked for miles in the Hot Country sun
On the old coast road the darkness comes
And the cold sighs heavily
A lonely boat settles in port
He loads his catch and the engine starts
And dust scatters behind wheels
We turn inland and on darkest plains
The horses bolt, swift and untamed,
Rider-less, hungry and unbathed
We count the stars in their families
Royal and Rich in their gatherings
Their deaths already been
Buried with names of Great Renown
Keepers of village and market-towns
Their stalls still emptying out
We turn inland and on darkest plains
The horses bolt, swift and untamed,
Rider-less, hungry and unbathed
Morning comes each and every day
Except the one you do not wake
And that dream leaves no trace
There's a cabin that stands beside the shore
On ragged scrubland with unhinged door
And it's there, I will wait - Track Name: Sing My Child
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Sing my child, the day is done
You're my baby boy, my beautiful son
You'll never know all the things that I've done
The battles I've lost and the war that I won
Alleluia
Hold me up above your head
Towards the sun
Above the Dead
Though I'm young
We'll soon be one
The earth is spinning in its grave
What has given us life will not have us saved
We were a stroke of luck on the brightest of days
Sing my child the day is done
Will you still see the light when the darkness has come?
Most things you learn will hurt you at first
There's no cure, no charm, you're neither blessed nor cursed
Alleluia
Hold me up above your head
Towards the sun
Above the Dead
Though I'm young
We'll soon be one
The earth is spinning in its grave
What has given us life will not have us saved
We were a stroke of luck on the brightest of days
Alleluia
