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Three Days From the Wolf Month

by The Duke of Norfolk

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Britb This album will take you away to a magical journey in your mind over clouds and rainbows as you ride a unicorn named Glitter. It is truly a beautiful piece of artistry and feels as though it transports you to another time and place. The melodies will fill your heart with sweet, calm happiness. Favorite track: Gypsy King (Aonghas).
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Anthemoessa 04:20
All we know we know by comparison and don't compare me to him. With these metaphors twisting and turning and creeping underneath my skin. The stories you've heard that I have told and retold are simply the stories I've read A similar simile rooted and taking shape within my heart or my head Pin me down; An escapist at best, running from the life of the rest My arrogance and quaking rage do surface on the best of days So still the tremble in my chest Honestly sincerity means more to me than pretty things so kiss me with the virtues you posses And if you find it fitting to drag me further from the harbour Please promise then the wind to send me back For though I ramble I'm afraid I'll never settle down A month and I’m ready to leave This itching in my toes of woes is pulling me where e’re it goes and doesn’t seem to ever recede My head is filled with story books; the voyages of captain cook, the troubadour and brooding sage, the viscount and the magistrate the lines I read and bury deep the breaking of the wall in me but others speak to try and calm the waters with a simple balm but a murderous wind filled my sails and drew me near to you tell me will I make it through the loch? As the sirens raise their voices, tie me tighter to the vessel or else watch me throw myself upon the rocks
We are vicious when we hurry, but hurry quick ‘cause this bridge won’t last. You’ll be stuck there and I stuck starring. Starring down at the tumbling stones. Stone is the heart that I’ve been given— stone and flesh, but the one’s usually winnin'. We’re all battlefields of decision and we find derision at every turn. I said I’m not coming home and it broke your heart. I broke my own shortly thereafter, after I’d found that I’d lost my way. The way to the future, the way to the past. It’s hard to keep track of the things that last. It’s hard to keep track of the things that last. It's funny the things we cherish most, 'cause mostly I've found that they're barely ghosts. The ghost of a dream that I'm still living visits me when I close my eyes.
On my way through the east, I met Daniel and he said that life could be found 'neath the bough of this tree. So I traveled alone on the longest of roads; I never came to the end but I came to my home. There's a fire at my back there's a spark in my soul that is keeping me moving and it is keeping me bold. When my feet hit the ground they are swift to west but quite where they are headed is a goal to be guessed. I am the gypsy king, I was born on the sea with the crashing of thunder as the waves beat beneath. All I have I can hold but my tale should be told with a glass pointed upwards and a fire for the cold. The night's filled with songs telling fantastic tales and the morning it is brighter when you're out on the trail. I've got travel in my bones, music in my blood, and the cold's not an issue; let it rain, let it flood. Home's not a place; it's a state of the mind. It's the people that we love, it's what I can't claim as mine. I am restless sometimes, 'till I take stock of life and I find I'm still living with my love still alive. I am the gypsy king, I was born on the sea with the crashing of thunder as the waves beat beneath all I have I can hold but my tale should be told with a glass pointed upwards and a fire for the cold How could I say I am down on my luck When the path laid before me is rising to touch the souls of my shoes, and my heart may be bruised but I'll sing 'till the morning, and I am done with the blues
I dreamed to be an draughtsman; to build land to spans the streams. Learned men of science, for guidance, did I seek. But I failed I'm my searching and I failed in my dream So I left the men of learning and I left my home town. I came to ale house unsure at what I'd found I never learned to build bridges but I learned to burn them down. So I took to the road and I took to the pen. And I took the disposition of the wild and rambling men. I held my satchel loosely and left down the row, for the one that’s alway moving will never be overthrown My woman was an anchor My woman was a lock. She drew me to her window; a stone with which to knock So in my turn I beckoned her and we flew to the sea. But is the tale that endeth kindly is the one that endeth me?
oh, I don't know where to go. The road, it leads me farther from home. Still I know I'm not on my own, But how to leave the place I was born? Leave, but leave some self behind And look to it for them who've been kind. A stone to mark the path pointing west To guide you back when God bid thee rest. Scotland keep me brave and bold. I know that soon I'll start feeling old. Sure, I know I'm not what I thought, To win the war the battle was lost.


Partly inspired by Scottish wintertime, Three Days From the Wolf Month presents a journey through the soundscapes present to the imagination while shivering in the damp watching the haar roll in off the sea or warming inside with a pint in hand. It is about traveling and about staying still.


released July 28, 2015

All songs written, performed, and recorded by Adam Howard with additional vocals performed by Claire Laurenson, Roseanne Watt, and Rachel Blackhurst and violin performed by Natalia Brodaczewska.


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