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Live In Your Psyche: Kozfest 2016

by Tim Hawthorn and The Archetypes

There's a young traveller that everyone knows With bells round her ankle and a ring through her nose She rolls up a Rizla of dubious kind And settles back comfortably to blow her mind And if you look carefully you'll see her stare For she can see things that make others too scared She looks in the darkness and picks out the sparks That give her the courage to make a new start She rides on the horses with backs that are bare With a tear in her eyes and dreads in her hair She'll lean on the stable door till it won't hold She knows you can't make her and she won't be told Away with the wild women, all on the run She won't pay the Poll Tax, left Dad with her son She dreams of a lifestyle where everything's free And sits by the fireside to tell her story There's a white horse that my grandmother knows Who rides on the hilltop yet nowhere she goes And down by the sea she comes in with the foam Bringing proud Celtic warriors in on the storm And if you look carefully you'll see her there For she's the protectress of all who take care Take care of the forests and dark dingly dells Where dwell the secrets that keep this world well.
Who But I? 04:42
Who but I killed the deer; his horns and skin to wear? Who but I wears the horn; for the maidens all forlorn? Who but I crossed the wave; with a crew of sailors brave? Who but I caught the wind; to inspire the light within? Who but I sets the head afire with smoke? Who but I knows the meaning of this joke? Who but I will uphold the common folk? Who but I did the druids invoke? Who but I indeed? Who but I shed a teardrop; in the shining air? Who lives on the cliff-top; and guards her nest with care? Who's the fairest of the few; who bathes her face with morning dew? Who but I is the lightning; and the tree it strikes? (break) I am the queen of every hive I am a fire on every hill I am a shield to every head I am a spear of righteous will I am a wave of eternal returns I am the grave of every hope that burns I am a string on a star-woven harp I am nothing but my song Who but I wields the spear; splashed with blood from battle's fear? Who swam with the salmon; and ate the nuts of wisdom? Who but I on the hill speaks the truth with words of skill? Who but I cut the beard of the boldest beast most feared? I am a child who knows the secrets of the stones I am a child who knows the pathways of the sun I am a child who knows the ages of the moon Who but I hears the threatening noise of doom? © 2009 tim hall
I'm not in love with you, it's just that you're the most beautiful thing I've seen all week, I'm not in love with you, I just can't stop thinking about you, that's all And who said anything at all about anything serious? This is just a pastime to distract myself from whatever it was I was supposed to be dealing with. And who said anything at all about anything serious, no This is just a pastime to distract myself from wanting you. I do apologise if I looked too intensely in your eyes I was dazzled by your aura, but I'm sure I'll soon recover I've got no expectations, can't remember any lies But I sometimes get the feeling that I'm looking through your eyes from the inside © 1998 tim hall
Samsara 04:40
Caught up in the mud Just sludging around I'm achieving terminal velocity Going to break new ground There's a drunk boy, coat slung overhead To keep the raining raining down The bottle's nearly empty But there's nearly enough to drown all my sorrows You'll never drown I thought I tried and I waited But I should have known, I should have known all along We'll never make any more than this We could never fake it now If this is heaven Right here, right now We'd better give it all we've got Cos forever is a long, long time to be waiting You'll never drown So just let go © 1997 tim hall
Man in the moon, it's not too soon to come down, Let mama be the bread-winner and I will cook dinner, I'll be your clown. We're mining for starlight, digging up the moonlight, you too are one. Swimming in colleges to the ancient philosophies, diving right down to the heart of the sun. Oh yeah I'm going down, down where the stars grow, Down where the wind blows, My garden is overgrown and there are fairies in the greenhouse And they're mining for starlight. I sit on your belly O sister fair I'm watching you brother sky, there are clouds in your hair. © 1990 tim hall


released June 21, 2017

Tim Hawthorn: Vox, Bass
Laura Tupker: Vox, Percussion
Richard Mason: Vox, Guitar
Andy Bull: Synths & Keys
Greg Willow: Drum Kit

Recorded by Pete Wibrew at Kozfest 2016
Mixed by Tim Hawthorn with assistance from Sam Welbourne and Andy Bull


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Tim Hawthorn Glastonbury, UK

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