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On the Common

by Craig Edmonds

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180 Hectares 01:28
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Take a walk on the common with me tonight. The moon sits high in the starry night, guiding our path as we go. The beams stream seamlessly onto the tall grass, catching the breeze to-and-fro. The burnt-out cars under dayglow stars, leaves a lot to be desired. I'd rather find a place where we can stare up at space, and sit round by the fire. Take a walk with me tonight. Crickets sing their ancient hymns and secret subtle songs, Sing to me in harmony and I'll try to sing along. Distant sounds of singing rounds from hummingbirds subdue, Hum to me your melody and I'll try to hum it too. Take a walk on the common with me, We'll stay here till' morning, and then you'll see, Tainted land can have grandeur... eventually, Wake up early for sunrise, the dawn of beauty. It's the dawn of beauty. The beauty of the dawn, carries on and on long after we're gone.
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The fire burns slow, my eyes concede its mesmerising glow. And I've heard stories told, how deep in the trees there are leaves that never blow. The flames burn true, a solid core of coal for us to use. And my feet stay nice and warm, planted on the Earth where they belong. Yet still I feel the chill, a violent violation of my will. And I've heard of stories known, how deep in the soil there are seeds that can't be sewn. Deep in the trees, there are leaves, that never blow.
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I woke up in my tent, Out in the trees, Head in a daze, Pondering dreams, I fill up my cup, Coffee or tea? I spark up the fire, Light up desire, Look out to the field, Can't help but admire, So wonderfully green, Felt like a king. You're always saying to me, These are the best days of your life eventually, If you could look back now from where I stand someday, You'd say that you'd like to get out there somehow someway, It's always the same. I pack up my notes Put out the smoke, Six-string in hand, Walking back home, Midnight-star brim, Tortoiseshell rims. I need a new chord, Need to aspire, I plug in my ears, Stream through the wire, Two birds one stone, Crosby, Hillman and Jones. You're always saying to me, You don't get these years back, why can't you see? You already look back now at where you stood that day, Waiting for trains hoping the next one is delayed, It's always the same. Always the same. If you wipe out all the stars and start again, You think you could map out the constellations just the same? Would you even put yourself back in the frame? Or leave it all behind and dim the flame?
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Sweet July 03:50
Summertime is finally blooming, and the clouds have gone away. And the air is nice and warming, feel the sun light on your face. Another year of changing seasons, longing for a needed holiday. Well sit down I'll put the teas on, turn off your mind, relax and slip away. And I know this heart of mine, will often try to find, a comfortable month to feel fine, And I rely on sweet July. Take me to where the music started, and we'll sing a song in perfect harmony. We'll drink to the dear departed, on the bench beneath the sycamore tree. Just round the way there's a dig site, and it's full of all the broken memories... of people who lived before me, pots and pans and cups for their tea. And I know this heart of mine, will often try to find, a comfortable month to feel fine, And I rely on sweet July. Take my time don't worry about the light. Take my time don't worry I'll be fine.
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Woodpecker 00:57
Woodpecker's tree. Woodpecker's song.
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Have you been down by the river? Where the grass is two foot tall and the water's grey? I swear I've seen some fish in that river, and I cannot help but wonder why they stay... Must be the water, maybe it's nice? I'm sure it ain't perfect, but it'll suffice. And they'll be alright, living their lives. Have you been down by the oak tree? Where the woodpecker sings his mighty call? I swear that boy knows how to sing it, and it carries on the wind to St. Paul's. Must be his mind set, maybe it's clear? Surely the weather this time of year? And he'll be alright, living his life. Woodpecker's tree. Woodpecker's song.
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I've often wondered, how many of my favourite songs you would have played on this guitar. I feel quite honoured, to play these strings, to sing these things, and wonder where you are. I met your brother, I could tell just by his weary eyes a part of you had gone. Like there was no other, I hope in time, he'll come to find your spirit in these songs.
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There are clouds over Croydon in the day time, and they are spewing out from factories built on sacred ground. Plastic doesn't mix at all with the wildlife. In fact, it doesn't mix at all with this sacred town - obscured by all the clouds. I see powerlines that stretch across the field I'm in, and they form a spider web that sits upon the country. Electricity surges through those powerlines, their laser-like beams burn the air abruptly - well that's what it sounds like to me. Oh lucky me, a fox peaks through the bushes. Her wide eyes are fixed on me and my guitar. What she must think of my alien form... and painfully I accept that we're the worst by far - and we hide with avatars.
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Find My Way 03:31
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released July 7, 2023

Music & Lyrics: Craig Edmonds
Mixed & Mastered by Craig Edmonds
Artwork by Craig Edmonds

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