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Ghost Orchid
04:30
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Sail to me, so gently
Ink your words all over me
I’m evergreen like the pine
God knows I adored you
God knows I adored you
You’re my church of snow
And everywhere was nowhere
Wherever we would go
I kneel down at my church of snow
I pray, I pray
Orchid ghost, all yours to spoil
My heaven-reaching petals born for your soil
Evergreen as I pined...
For one drop of your sweet nectar
To deepen the flower
Your love the lectern, where I could have learnt
God knows I adored you
God knows I adored you
You’re my church of snow
And I’ll be your disciple until we’re old
Kneel down at my church of snow
You’re everywhere yet nowhere wherever I go...
I kneel down at my church of snow
Melt into the sun
Kneel down with me, I’ll be your church of snow
Kneel down beside me and...
Melt into the sun
Melt into the sun
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Love Died In Our Arms
04:46
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We’ve got blood on our hands
We’ve got blood on our hands
Love died in our arms
Love died in our arms
We got blood on our hands
We’ve both got blood on our hands
This love died in our arms
This love died in our arms
A little water, A little water
It’s sure to clear us of this
A little water, A little water
It’s sure to clear us of this
So this was love
This was love
I can’t feel the pulse now
So this was love
This was love
Ssh, I can’t hear a sound now…
So this was love
This was love
Look but I can’t see my breath now
So this was love, this was love
And it’s gone, gone…
Weaving in between these notes
Whispering to me
I can hear
Love’s stubborn ghost…
Voices through the trees...
We’ve got blood on our hands
We’ve got blood on our hands
Love died in our hearts
Love died in our hearts
We got blood on our hands
We both got blood on our hands
This love it died in our arms
This love it died in our arms
So this was love
This was love
I can’t feel the pulse now
So this was love
This was love
Ssh, I can’t hear a sound now…
This was love
This was love
Look but I can’t see my breath now
So this was love, this was love
And it’s gone, gone…
….And (whispered)
I am a man
I cry alone
I triumph and conquer
Here on my own
But what is this
That alters my path? (I can’t feel the pulse now)
Shaking the tree
Of such a great man (I can’t hear a sound now)
If being Godless
Used to set me free (I can’t see my breath now)
What is this alter
I find here in front of me?
So sweet is the taste
So firm the shape
This low hanging fruit
Such succulent flesh
On my skin to rest
This low hanging fruit
In orchards at night
I steal just one bite
This low hanging fruit
We’ve got blood on our hands
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Dot Allison Edinburgh, UK
Since her debut solo album Afterglow in 1999, Dot Allison has strived to keep the listener on a journey – and herself
too.
She revolts against what she has done before, to evolve and not just occupy the same space.
Her forthcoming, and most illuminating album to date 'Heart-Shaped Scars is out now via SA Recordings.
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