Comes in handmade card sleeve made from recycled cardboard with artwork derived from Thomas Moran's 'Entrance to the Grand Canal' and Camille Corot's 'The Gypsies'.
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October fire, November rain
I left the fleece outside again.
The dampened ground, the thirsty wool
and I, the faithless fool
You dinnae wait, but I dinnae call
and you dinnae comfort me at all
So I blamed a woman and cursed the fall
I curse them devils and angels all
but whose is the voice now keeping me from rest
when all I want is sleep?
and whose are the hands pressed hard upon my chest
and oh, I cannae breathe?
the city’s dark, the winter cold
the raven crow, its wings unfold
but fly from me ye demon bird
I will not make myself the third
Whose is the voice now keeping me from rest
when all I want is sleep?
and whose are the hands pressed hard upon my chest
and oh, I cannae breathe?
October cries, September pains
the blood from birth which comes again.
The farm to yield, the crop is slain.
The bloody labourer maintains
But whose is the blood now smeared across my door
while, oh, the shadow creeps?
and whose is the voice that’s calling through the noise
says, ‘go ye prophet, lead’?