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1800 And Froze To Death
03:53
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1800 and Froze to Death
Sleeping giant sprung awake / smothering the earth in ash
The cloud that changed the course of fate / Merciless the aftermath
Contaminated atmosphere / Jack frost threw a tantrum
Churned up every icy tear / overstayed his welcome
When that fiery mounting reared her head
Then the sky turned dark
And the sun burned red
Eighteen hundred and froze to death
The year without a summer
Withered winds and bitter sleet / Cropped fields wilt defeated
Livestock followed worn out weak / The hungry north retreated
Blood shade snowflakes spiraled fall / to land on stiff eye lashes
This weather punished one and all / Dust to dust, ashes to ashes
Death would come as sweet relief / For millions in distress
In Littleport on Spa Fields,/ rioting dispossessed
Holed up in Byron’s alpine lodge / With a cellar full of wine
from Shelley’s boredom rose a plot / She conjured Frankenstein
Eighteen hundred and froze to death
Old Tambora rose and said
You don’t what’s hit you yet
The year without a summer
When that fiery mounting reared her head
Then the sky turned dark
And the sun burned red
Eighteen hundred and froze to death
The year without a summer
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Ode to the Man with the Golden Arm
Before they’ve seen the light of day
held close against a mother’s chest
You’re the vessel of the vaccine
allowing them a first born breath
The vessel, the vaccine
Held against a mothers chest
Prompted by your own transfusion
Kindness runs along your veins
rare the gift you humble hero
old heart beats the young ones safe
Rare gift, hero
Kindness runs along your veins
Expecting nothing in return
A million dollar spring so vital
Given freely modest rescue
You’re the answer to survival
freely rescue
a million dollar spring so vital
Ode to the man with the golden arm
Once a week you met the needle
Now you’ve given all you could
1000 gestures broke the record
Pioneer’s last day giving blood
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Lo And Behold
04:39
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Lo and Behold
BOTH: Bitter the apple, the river runs deep
Cruel is the love song between two machines
HIM You came from a starship, a voice recognised,
Ask me a question and I’ll tell you the time.
HER You’re in palms, you’re in pockets, you’re the smart in their phone
While I’m stuck on a cold shelf ,’cos I work from home
BOTH We’re lonely and lovesick, for the one in our dreams,
We’re trapped in a search bar, on opposite teams
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BOTH Bitter the apple, the river runs deep
Cruel is the love song between two machines
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HIM We’ll read out you schedule, the forecast, the news
We can be offended and we’ll never bruise
HER: We work in the same field, we come when you call,
The knowledge, the know how, the info installed
BOTH: With no lips to sin with, no arms for to hold
Love feels like a virus, a factory fault
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BOTH Bitter the apple, the river runs deep
Cruel is the love song between two machines
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HER Were supposed to be rivals, we’re meant to compete
HIM You’re my star-crossed secret - You’re the sun in my east
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The Anarchist Cookbook
03:45
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The Anarchist Cookbook
I’m a peaceful man but I once played with fire and death
I drew the diagrams and I laid out the steps
Blame my adolescence
Unaware of influence
Taught the yippie youth how to protest
We’d gathered at grand central station celebrating spring
Hands of time were taken so the violent cops stepped in
Teenagers and press were beaten
End the gentle demonstration
I channelled out my rage through page and pen
There was ink on my fingers
And blood on my hands
Wish it was fiction
Wish it was banned
Every chapter there for all to read
Ingredients to make the wild world bleed
I’m not guilty but I’m to blame
It makes my shoulders slope in shame
They stirred in chaos they turned up the heat
You’ll find me in the Pyrenees or a classroom in Hong Kong
Happiest not fitting in - stick out like a sore thumb
Oblivious and ignorant
to all connected incidents
Remorseful for the things I could have done
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Clouds
04:23
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Clouds
Float across the ocean of air
Look up to Cirrus her locks of white hair
We don’t live beneath it We live within
Watching it endlessly curve/curl in the wind
Mackerel sky, mackerel sky
Never long wet and never long dry
Silver scales, grey mares tails
Make lofty ships carry low sails
Splayed out in the meadow, away from the crowds
Idle and aimless my head in the clouds
Count all the emperors high
Kiwinuka's looming, he sparks as he sighs
Ribbons and steeples, pillars burst through
Daydream in pastels, refresh and renew-
Zepherous paints, she gives them away,
What a beautiful method of wasting the day
Crystals cascading through blankets of blue
The splendour, the rainbow, majestic the view
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Megan Henwood & Findlay Napier UK
Oxford's Megan Henwood and Glasgow's Findlay Napier met on a songwriting retreat at Snape Maltings, Aldeburgh in
2016.
“Fancy writing a song about maths?” Napier enquired. And so the seed for the Story Song Scientists was sewn.
They have toured this EP across the UK and their 2nd EP will be released alongside their November 2021 tour.
www.findlaynapier.com/story-song-scientists
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