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Preparations
01:53
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Zennor In Situ
03:33
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Life Cuts
02:55
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Was it?
Was there any?
The Second World War
Somebody close
I used to belong to
Bombing and bombing and bombing
Well
Was for saving
Going to National Trust
There
They better not be sleep
Always something
It was exactly the same
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St. Senara
03:22
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Therapy Session
01:31
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What I’m trying to say to you
Sometimes
I can’t get to speak to you
Do you wanna come?
Yeah
All ok, so don’t panic
It’s rolling
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But there is no such thing in the life of an individual
There are open wounds
She smiled at him
Making sure that the smile gathered up everything inside her
A response
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No ‘Raindrops and roses’
‘And whiskers on kittens’
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Blue Kilmore Cove
02:20
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The Found Piano
03:16
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Your bridge to my world
Without you I would be lost
Between the cracks
We stay together
Stay together
Forever
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Fog Recital
01:46
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Smudged Songs
02:49
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This time
One Twist
Gravity
Behind Twist
Been sailing
April
Into a black hole depression
And out of the forest
Help me
Thank you
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Amalveor Downs Rehearsal
01:48
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The finest flower that e'er was seen
Is withered to a stalk
The stalk is withered and dry, sweetheart
And the flower will never return
And since I lost my own true love
What can I do but mourn
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With holes in my shoes
I climbed up the hill
And stood beneath the sky
From out the grey
Came the black ship
It was the first time I saw it
But would certainly not be the last
Was it an anchor of time
Or an albatross
A signifier of a certain state of mind
Which emphasised loss
Of something maybe spiritual
Not that I necessarily believe
But what I do is in the emptiness
Deep inside of me
Wishing willing that this tired nothingness
Grows and finds a certain shape
That I can fit within
And be me again
(Don’t give up)
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And then it finishes
End of playback
What do you think?
There’s something hanging there in the air
Just feel it
Something hanging there in the air
Can feel it coming
Feel it ticking
This is the tick
The inevitable tick
Tick tick
Boom
Where grey Land’s End repels the sky
The granite boulders stand
Reared in a column
There they lie laid by a giant’s hand
And there the ascending seabirds fly
Beyond the last of land
The shallow hills reflect that grey
The walled-in fields are bleak
The road from Zennor winds its way west in a barren streak
Shunning the softer forms of day
Forgetting what men speak
Who stands upon that farthest ledge
And sees the Atlantic break
Back through the fields with stones for hedge
His eastward way will take
To Zennor’s valley and its pledge
A legend cut in teak
The tale in teak has worn away
These last five hundred years
But still the church of granite grey
Its haunting music hears
While fields are singing or obey
The silence winter wears
May your soul always recognise the divinity in another
May your heart embrace the gifts of grace each has to offer
And hear the song within even the humblest sea shell
May you find joy in each others laughter
And peace in each others eyes
May the tide carry you to the shores of imagination
In a boat made of your most precious dreams
May all your prayers be answered
As you write them in the sand
So then, what do we call this project?
This thing that we've shared
The Zennor Sound Group
Of wolves and lamb tails
ZSG
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