Brilliant Trees / Words With the Shaman
Album - 28 giugno 1999 - Debaser id 27667

Pulling Punches (05:03)

David Sylvian • Brilliant Trees / Words With the Shaman

If heaven watches over me
Sowing seeds back in the soil
With eyes that see, hands that feel
Why am I the last to know

Sheltered lives spent partially breathing
Are gathered together under new religion

Pulling punches, sleeping on our feet
Pulling punches, I needed someone to comfort me
Raised in summer days of splendour
Who would've dreamed of love never ending?

A better world lies in front of me
A sketch of life in the books I read
Then as I walk where heaven leads
Why am I the last to know?

Simple lives spent partially breathing
Are gathered together under new religion

Pulling punches, sleeping on our feet
Pulling punches, I needed someone to comfort me
Raised in summer days of splendour
Who would've dreamed of love never ending?

Nature feeds this nausea
Deep inside the heart of me

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The Ink in the Well (04:32)

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The lights of the ashes smoulder through hills and vales
Nostalgia burns in the hearts of the strongest
Picasso is painting the ships in the harbour
The wind and sails
These are years with a genius for living

The rope is cut, the rabbit is loose
(Fire at will in this open season)
The blood of a poet, the ink in the well
(It's all written down in this age of reason)

The animals run through harvested fields of fire
The bitterness shown on the face of the homeless
Picasso is painting the flames from the houses
The sudden rain
These are years with a genius for living

The rope has been cut, the rabbit is loose
(Fire at will in this open season)
The blood of a poet, the ink in the well
(It's all written down in this age of reason)

Fire at will

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Nostalgia (05:43)

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David Sylvian • Brilliant Trees / Words With the Shaman

Voices heard in fields of green
Their joy their calm and luxury
Are lost within the wanderings of my mind

I'm cutting branches from the trees
Shaped by years of memories
To exorcise their ghosts from inside of me

The sound of waves in a pool of water
I'm drowning in my nostalgia

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Red Guitar (05:11)

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Weathered Wall (05:42)

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Backwaters (04:52)

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David Sylvian • Brilliant Trees / Words With the Shaman

Once again I'm hiding in backwaters
Running this way and that
Trying so very hard to please

(Beware of hidden snares)

Rushing to bite the hand that feeds me
Running this way and that

(There are always other possibilities)

This way and that

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