Birds… Fly South!

by The Duke of Norfolk

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1.
Oh Freedom 00:45
Oh Freedom! Oh Freedom! Oh Freedom over me. And before I'll be a slave I'll be buried in my grave and go home to my Lord and be free.
2.
The South 04:21
60 years is just too bold a number that might steal your soul and it just takes time… you've been down this road before for 30 years and 30 more well you've never left you grew up in the south fighting life with your broken mouth and your trusted gun it's a simple life for a simple man and the city folk won't understand…. but it is yours. your children are all grown and gone and your wife, she faded with the dawn and you're left alone but what the hell do these people think and what the hell do these people mean when they say you're done? you grew up in the south fighting life with your broken mouth and your trusted gun it's a simple life for a simple man and the city folk won't understand…. but it is yours.
3.
Open Sea 03:06
Running towards the open sea, running with my hands held to the sky. With all my amenities, all these things that help to get me by. And we'll dance and we'll sing all... all of our lives Help me with my memory it seems that i've forgotten how to smile. Oh i've been so crotchety, but you've been here, you held me for a while. So we'll join hands together and sing… of our life Have I drifted far from home? This ungrateful heart now to expire? Like a thief caught on the run, whose gift of death is soon to be required. And I never did thank you... for my life Oh mum won't you let me thank you… for my life
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Well the snow burned, the snow burned, through our eyes. And we hid our and we hid our thoughts behind lies... So the world won't know who we are And we kept our and we kept our selves to ourselves We never let the never let the cold overwhelm... For cold's just a state of the mind Cold's just a state of the mind.
5.
Desert Isle 02:34
Down by the beach I was strolling up and down the weathered path holding bottles full of wishes that might drown, when the water made it's rise and I tossed the bottles in and pray to God that someone hear me and comfort me again. Well the trees ain't much for friendship and the water only talks with grunts and sort of almost whimpers, to be likened to a gawk, I tire and sit atop the cliff face and watch the ocean's spray. It's hard when all they do is listen, but I don't have much to say Oh i've been stranded on this desert isle. I've been here several years and I'm wondering if this was worthwhile These words might flow like springs with taps you turn the water on but sometimes plumbing doesn't work and your sucked into a storm of currents ever always flowing, the kind you cannot ford, you have to discard all belongs and jump across the fjord Oh i've been stranded on this desert isle. I've been here several years and I'm wondering if this was worthwhile Oh please get me off this desert isle because man is not rock and I am not so full of guile
6.
We speak in verse to hide our words. We are afraid to meet our days. The future's here but still unclear. I bit my tongue, I didn't run. Don't look ahead just to find your death. Don't count your days just to see them fade. Don't miss the kiss which now parts your lips. Don't ask to fly if the ground is your sky. For the wind and the trees, for the flowers and the breeze, for the song we shall sing it is spring, it is spring.
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To say of one's self with beauty and doubt that there are no words so fluidly spout is to erase the message within that we are still lovers though spotted with sin. I know I'm not old but still I'm not free for courage is lost in vain bravery and if there's an out it's that I can't see well be this your lock then hand me the key. We're not alone, so take me by the hand and we'll compose a poem and some sort of plan. These veins still flow with warm precious life as long as we stand, we'll stand and we'll fight.
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here a voice was raised here a song was sang in the middle of the night you didn't shoot me down though i'm on the ground there is choice in this life though sometimes that's forgotten and in school we are taught to obey our desires but they lead us astray can we chase our own dreams can we break from the liar there are clouds in the sky but the rain isn't coming. but the children are not listening to the words sung my the churchyard chorus and it's true we've neglected to learn from the faults of the ones who came before us I have laughed with you, we have smiled and sang. does that make this alright? my emotions roar they're beyond my control is there choice in this life? oh it seems i've forgotten take the sextant of hope we must measure our bearings for we mustn't get lost now the sunset is red let the sailor rejoice there are clouds in the sky but the storm isn't coming but the children are not listening to the words sung my the churchyard chorus and it's true we've neglected to learn from the faults of the ones who came before us Let us raise our voice let us sing our song there is light that breaks the night we can chase our own dreams we can break from the liar there are clouds in the sky but the storm isn't coming.
10.
Goodbye 02:42
Ever since the start there was inevitable end, resolution follows climax and that's how a story spins Since our first hello we've been waiting for goodbye but it never felt so real until this time pasted us by. well i'm ready for goodbye, but not quite yet well I'm ready for goodbye, but not quite yet A story's worth is set by the word that ends the page, so now I see this narrative is hanging on today. Don't let us disintegrate without that final word. And don't anticipating an easy end, every parting brings us hurt well I'm ready for goodbye, but not quite yet well I'm ready for goodbye, but not quite yet well I'm ready for goodbye, but not quite yet well I'm ready for goodbye, but not quite yet

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Birds… Fly South!, The Duke of Norfolk’s debut full-length album, has been in the pipes since the beginning. Promptly following his first release The Lazy Sunshine EP he began planning how he wanted to deal with the nearly one-hundred songs he had written partially inspired by the migration habits of birds. Originally intended as an immediate follow up to his EP series on the same migration theme, the release had been postponed several times and many original recordings were thrown away. The result is something that reinvents many of the tracks from the EPs and far exceeds the album it almost was.

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released February 4, 2014

Recorded by Adam Howard

Mastered by Dan McCurry at Apartment A Studios www.apartmentastudio.com

All songs except 'Oh Freedom' written by Adam Howard.

Background vocals performed by Lindsay Humphrey. Cello performed by Cameron Reed. All other instruments and vocals performed by Adam Howard

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The Duke of Norfolk is a peripatetic singer/songwriter from Oklahoma.

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