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Tape Machine

by The Grizzly Folk

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Tape Machine 03:37
At the age of just 22 I discovered my calling Watching streets as they come alive At 5 or 6 in the morning You can really define a town By the first light of day Like a face before the paint goes on Shadows carved out of grey I'd been given a tape machine It lived here in my satchel I'd sneak it out to a cheap cafe I'd hide it under the table From Nagasaki to old Soho Greetings cast on the rise Voice hewn in the analogue And there I severed my ties In Jeddah I taped the prayer call In Porto, Christ on the breeze In Singapore, well I caught them all Floating in from the seas From a Tokyo window ledge I heard the morning begin Same way it does every day From Tokyo to old Medellín "Won't you please take good care of yourself?" Then, without words, understand "Because I love every part of you Because you're all that I am"
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Spencer Walker Left on Sunday Caught inside a song Left in silence Dazed and grieving Longing to belong We're here Hold on Days fell through him As he wandered Hoping for respite By a fountain Out in Clifton He settled for the night We're here Hold on In his slumber She came to him For to ease his fear "Though this park bench May seem homely We're waiting for you here" We're here Hold on Bonfire Tuesday Early winter In the dying light Spencer Walker Gently weeping Stumbles into sight Spencer Walker Sits there quietly Caught inside their songs Wife and children Rattling round him Right where he belongs We're here Hold on
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The Broomway 04:45
We are out to sea We're off our own coast Caught out on the Broomway We've been searching for a ghost From Wakering to Foulness And here we are, embarked Cornered by a tide On a path unclearly marked Light vessels on the line Where the gray becomes the blue The white mist closes in And these dangers here aren't new Visions here are beamed From a place of vicious hearsay Our pride is turned against us And our knees will feel the doomsway This path that never was Unpassable but gleaming A shard of Kentish ragstone Overt in helpless meaning The path was never there Just a shadow in the frost The wild compass reeling And Shelford Head now lost New Burwood Head now lost And from Fairisle down to Biscay All souls lost at sea Last seen on the Broomway

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released October 30, 2020

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Jon Wilks Whitchurch, UK

'The sort of performer folk circles mean when they talk of the living tradition' - Mike Davies, Folking.com

“One of the best of the New Wave of Folk Blokes. As a guitar player and arranger of traditional songs, Jon Wilks already deserves speaking of in the same breath as your Simpsons and your Morays.” – Ian A. Anderson, fRoots Mag
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