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The End of Words

by Tim Hawthorn & the Archetypes

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Here's another sad song about feeling all alone, my seed unsown, or should I celebrate my unsold heart? Here's another torn-off note next to the telling-bone A vote unknown, no tiny death unlocks her silent throat. But I really kinda like her style And I really could adopt that smile, But there's certain things in life That make me so unsure. And I don't think that I'm in denial, Well, maybe I should touch that dial, It's just certain things in life That make me so unsure. Here's another normal day with no distractions now, Tell me how the time may heal this most wholly fractured vow. Here's another whole blank page, filled with words I hope amuse, If I were to choose I think I'd rig the whole election. Coz I'm really feeling most beguiled By the fairest face of heaven's child, But there's certain things in life That make me so unsure. And I don't think it would be a trial, And I'd just like you to stay awhile, It's just certain things in life That make me so unsure.
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She who makes the world go round She pushes her old trolley into town She shakes her head as she tries to find her purse She can't remember things ever being worse She thinks no-one hears but I listened to every word She who gave birth to everything She stirs another lump into her tea as she sings She simply watches as they steal from her purse She can't remember things ever being worse She thinks no-one hears but I remember every word She will go on till her bones they lay She will rest peaceful in the knowledge that today She will be reborn as an ageless little girl She will tell the story that made the world She thinks no-one hears but I lived out every word She who makes the world go round She pushes her little basket into town She keps secret treasure in her purse She made me write this universe She thinks no-one hears but I learned up every word and I wrote this for you who make the world go round
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No Trouble 05:46
Sit me down in the corner of your room, Feed me with a wooden spoon and I'll be no trouble Show me which direction to go, Tell me once and then I'll know and I'll be no trouble I won't be here by the time it's late I'll probably leave and gently close the gate I'll wash up my cup and the pattern off my plate leave them on the side Let me out in your back yard Make me softer when I'm hard and I'll be no trouble Don't you worry about me if I'm not there I'll be no trouble
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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
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Lowlands 04:48
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Samsara 05:14
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
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I've been fighting, fighting so long Trying so hard not to become who I am Oh maybe man. I've been tossing off into the dark Pumping seed down the drain while I'm whistling Bach, it's a shame No never again. And there is no right and there is no wrong, there just is and the truth is: If it ain't free it ain't love and my truth is that I love you all and I can't make up my mind ... I've been searching for someone like you To hold me tight and make my dreams come true in the end Let's still be friends. Everyone's a mirror into which we see A tiny part of what we'd like to be, but all at one time? Fast come time to realign with all of you. Ooh - could it be completely true? Aah - could our love really stretch that far? Aye - you look so good tonight ... Will we ever get it right? If it ain't free it ain't love and my truth is I'm in love with you and I'm hoping you don't mind If it ain't free it ain't love And the truth is it just is And the truth does it justice and my truth is that I love you all and I'm hoping you don't mind --- This emotion is too confused, I've got to get it sorted, check it out, shit what am I saying, fix my head the right way up now, How can I explain, if you've never felt it like this? Take my hand, this could be our last chance. For I am the Hunter, gaze on my form Deep in the forest is the fire that will keep us warm Between the fireside and the candle flame There is a land that has no name For this is not madness, this is a beautiful wildness Allow us a space for the beautiful forest to grow For this kind of happiness can never be explained And I don't believe that I understand anything else Fire of seed, hope of flame The home of the simple and the end of the game The ending of strife, the stockings of caridwen The memory of reason and its communication Freedom if you want it ? NOW! You know I'd refuse to understand anything else I don't believe I ever understood a word So I'm singing this song for everyone who doesn't understand And I don't believe that I understand anything.

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In Memory of Will Greenwood (1959 - 2014)

This set was performed in the living room at St. Dunstan’s House, next door to Glastonbury Abbey ruins, as part of an intimate Midwinter’s evening of Solstice carols and songs, at the behest of our marvelous host, Sam Welbourne who, naturally, recorded the performance.

We had no idea it was to be Will’s last. He died 10 weeks later on 10th February 2014.

Tracks 7,8,9 & 10 were originally released as "Will's Last Terrestament" on 2/11/2015

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released August 29, 2020

Will Greenwood - Lead guitar
Jim Peters - Keys, D whistle and vocals
Harmony Davies - Violin and flute
Laura Iseley - Vocals
Tim Hawthorn - Guitar and vocals

Produced by Sam Welbourne, Jim Peters and Tim Hawthorn

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Tim Hawthorn Glastonbury, UK

Singer - songwriter
Elder Bard of Ynys Witrin
Silver on the Tree
Avalonian Free State Choir
Invisible Opera
The Silver Twiglets
The Archetypes
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