1. |
Her Ghost
03:20
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Her light would sing
The dark to sleep
A soothing whisper
In the street
A street I’ve not seen
In eight long years
As I stumble through the darkness
And the tears
Her Ghost is with me night and day
Sorrow always finds a way
I try to keep her ghost away
Sorrow always finds a way
In our blazing younger days
Full of awe and unrest
We roamed over these hills
A song always on our breath
In love with each other
With the rivers and the stars above
We were careless of our future
And careless of our love
Her Ghost is with me night and day
Sorrow always finds a way
I try to keep her ghost away
Sorrow always finds a way
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2. |
Fridge is Still On
03:48
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The machine makes a small buzzing sound
Lie perfectly still, don't move a muscle
Outside a deafening roar shivers around
Beneath the trees the leaves rustle
Winter's coming, I'm still stuck on you
I'm out of options, the buzzing fridge is still on
The lights are low and the sun is gone
Pray for me and let the battery run low
From the socket, the power is about to blow
Beneath the trees the leaves rustle
Someone down the river is calling me
Come home, come home
Take these ragged clothes and keys
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3. |
The Bay
02:39
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There once was a path that led west
Where you said that we could rest
And I once hoped your love would grow
But you left me there long, long ago
Here in the mist
The spell I'm under
Form of a woman with the face of wonder
Flash and fades with the wail of grey
Water is loud on the straights of the bay
The ghosts in the dew
Roam over the rolling hills
Haunted by soft dreams of sleep
And all night long the crashing waves
Break upon the stubborn rocks
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4. |
Dirty House
02:44
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This bass is slightly buzzing
The door is creaking
There’s a high pitched ringing so deeply
You've started saying wild things
while your sleeping
Dominoes stacked up to the sky
One more blow and I may die
This dirty house needs a sweep
Baby your mind is not so sweet
Got English bones in Dorset
Got an old vampire suit in the closet
Got some rust on my old bassoon
I saw waving bela waving I’ll see you soon
This dirty house needs a sweep
And baby your mind is not so sweet
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5. |
First Sun
02:58
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The sun rose over the mountain as I woke up
And the sun went down over the still rock
In a perfect order I could never understand
The first time I saw you I knew we would be friends
Up on the mountain I met a monk with a peaceful, smiling face
I turned away for a moment and he was gone without a trace
In a perfect order I could never understand
The first time I saw you I knew we would be friends
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6. |
Colours in the Sky
02:51
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(You want me to put the codes in…)
I will be marching in the summer haze
While she’s looking through a window glaze
With your hair blowing in the ashes
Dive down into the silver eyelashes
Colours in the shy old memories
Colours in the sky I’m fevering
She’s like a house on a windy night
No one about and no street lights
The rain fills the drains and soaks the cars
And the blood suckers sit drinking at the bar
Colours in the sky old memories
Colours in the sky I’m fevering
Colours in the sky old memories
Colours in the sky I’m fevering
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7. |
Follow Me
03:20
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Point of the echo
And the home of the dreams
That wander the wind with the song in its breath
Out to the sea
Falling ever to the sea
wander winds
Back to thee
On the summer nights we speak low
Of the poet's pain
What he hoped to grow again
Shadows cold and deep
When the ghostly voices never sleep
They do not walk by street or stream
They live only in dreams
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8. |
Cat Alleyways
01:41
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Spray can and lovers lanes
Cats running down alley ways
It’s not you, it’s not me
it’s someone back there
Spray cans and alleyways
Fly sprays and bad old ways
It’s not me it’s not you
It’s nothing else no one’s got a clue
Cough medicine and pogo sticks
Hawaiian shirt she’s writing a list
It’s not you, it’s not me
It’s someone else searching for remedies
Warm homes I picked around
Circus tricks and mumas sweet sounds
It’s not you, it’s not me
It no-one else but a memory
It’s not you it’s not me it’s nothing but an old memory
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9. |
Ghosts of the Sea
04:02
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Sweet were the songs in the silvery rain
how we rejoiced when your ship came
the moon was in shadow
then the shade of it's beam
lingered and lulled
like the song of a dream
but my darling one
now you are just a ghost of the sea
oh, my darling one
now we are just ghosts of the sea
Now gone are the songs of that silvery rain
when we rejoiced for you finally came
the moon stayed in shadow
till the light of it's beam
lingered and stayed for one beautiful dream
but my darling one
now you are just a ghost of the sea
oh, my darling one
now we are just ghosts of the sea
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10. |
Eyes
03:25
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The barren land
And the withered world
The dying leaves
(In an empty room)
And the drizzling rain
(I heard your name)
The barren lake
And the withered world
Would I lie for you
Would I lie for you
My love
Ghosts of other days
And a flickering flame
The dying leaves
(In an empty room)
And the drizzling rain
(I heard your name)
Ghosts of other days
(In an empty room)
And a flickering flame
(I heard your name)
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11. |
Lonesome Moon
03:06
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The mist crawled over the sleeping town
and the shadows sleep all around
where the clear lagoon reflects the moon
with a lonesome song
The sun sprawled over the waking town
and the shadows lept all around
where the clear lagoon reflects the fading moon
with a lonesome song
as those quiet mountains greet the twilight
emotionless, they welcome the shining moonlight
why does the end always come so soon
under the lonesome moon
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12. |
Patterns
03:07
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Got some songs tucked under my tongue
They may never never be sung
Take a rest take a well earned breather
There’s a galaxy beneath her
If I try to swim will I sink
If I try to get through am I on the brink
Patterns on my belt
Birds are flying by
Keep moving on
Old man shuffling with his cup of tea
Keep on rolling stoney man
Broken aluminium rattling can
If I try to swim will I sink
If I try to get through at i on the brink
Patterns on my belt
Birds are flying by
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13. |
Song of the Birds
02:51
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I know that my words will seem insignificant things
But you who are the mother will feel for the father who sings
My dear I know your mysteries
Are much greater than my little words
I feel you in the morning breeze
I hear you in the song of the birds
You bring water as the sun beats hard upon the land
So much love you have given to this flawed and simple man
My dear I know your mysteries
Are much greater than my little words
I feel you in the morning breeze
I hear you in the song of the birds
My dear I know your mysteries
Are much greater than my little words
I feel you in the morning breeze
I hear you in the song of the birds
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14. |
Stranger's Trail
02:42
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The thunderclap flashed red in the forest
Beating the windows in the cold
All day the men followed the stranger’s trail
Which ran against the river
Through the gorges of the deep western hills
Went a cloudy sunset
Like the flame in the windy evenings
On the banks of the far Bacoo
With panting breath and stealthy steps
We crept like snakes among the grass
Into the night
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Bela & the Ethermen Melbourne, Australia
Bela & the Ethermen is the music project of long time songwriting collaborators Damian Pitcon and Steve Mayhew with
drummer/cellist Sam Irving. Formed in the world's longest lockdown, the band blends influences ranging from art rock, indie folk and 90s lo-fi. resulting in a sound both fresh and familiar.
Bela & the Ethermen's first album “Ghosts of the Sea” will be released in 2022.
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