The Western Seaboard EP

by Beyond Olden Acre

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released October 17, 2011

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Beyond Olden Acre Ireland

Passed yonder plains and o’er the mountain,
Down the valley and through the forest,
Every sound 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
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
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
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