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"Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;
And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in every thing."
William Shakespeare
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www.alascamusic.com
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;
And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in every thing."
William Shakespeare
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www.alascamusic.com
credits
released 14 November 2011
Music and Arrangements by AlascA
Words: Frank Bond
Produced by AlascA and Alan Branch
Bass guitar: Martin Tol
Brass: London Brass
Special Thanks to Valeria Aksenfeld for the Artwork
Music and Arrangements by AlascA
Words: Frank Bond
Produced by AlascA and Alan Branch
Bass guitar: Martin Tol
Brass: London Brass
Special Thanks to Valeria Aksenfeld for the Artwork
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AlascA is an independent four-piece folk band on the rise. Our debut-album Actors & Liars is now available in the UK!
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Jul 19North Yorkshire, UK
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- Track Name: 155
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I left it on the table among my best of plays
a sonnet on my lover and the apple that she ate
How could I've ever ranked her among the best of maids?
She left me to the clouds and their stormy rage.
How could she be so cruel to steal my labour’s masterpiece
on the women that were staged during previous centuries?
Oh! why women plunder hearts, I confess I do not know,
but what I wrote was pure and a timeless truth to hold...
She said: "Why not write another one,
you wrote it once write it again”
I said: "I have lived my youth before,
will reliving that make me a man?"
I remember her reply, her long and loveless sigh
Will she ever even wonder why I wrote these 14 lines?
I let her have my words but I riddled her at this:
"If no one reads my words please tell me, do they exist?"
She said: "Why not write another one,
you wrote it once why not again?"
I said: "I have lived my life before,
and reliving that will never end." - Track Name: Maybe
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Take off your mask take some time
to breathe recover, meanwhile,
I will kiss you on both cheeks.
Grab hold of the sand that is your past,
sift out the truths you think will last,
how many truths do your eyes see?
how many truths do your I's see?
Think down your dreams in conscious streams,
make an end to hypocrisy;
break your mask and make your own,
make some to call your own...
For forgeries of society will only lead to mediocrity.
Maybe, maybe
if you click your heels you just well might, change the spirit of your time!
Maybe, maybe
if you click your heels you just well might, change the spirit of your time!
Say no to hate, but turn off your smile,
throw your stones and don't deny
all stones thrown were aimed at me...
every stone thrown was aimed at me!
For forgeries of jealousy will only lead to mediocrity.
Maybe, maybe
if you click your heels you just well might, change the spirit of your time!
Maybe, maybe
if you click your heels you just well might, change the spirit of your time!
