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Unearthing
05:17
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Hands searching in the dark and dirt
Unearthing something I cannot see
I imagine reaching to grasp the left hand
Of a king folded in the earth
But I found a coin instead
It's hard edges surprising
And the way it turned up on a Monday in the back garden
As I bent double in the flowerbed
Now I sow fritillaries
Now I sow fritillaries
Couldn’t help but think of her
Small and guided by her father
Helping to sow the seeds in the nursery
While mother called her in
And years before her father with his father
Gathered fields into furrows
Making plans for the future
Giving her love for the earth
Now I sow fritillaries
Now I sow fritillaries
Here I sit dirt under nails
Facing head on inherited things
Grasp the hand of remembering unearthing
The places that we hide
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2. |
Lost My Mind
03:42
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Lost my mind
I lost my mind
Tell them we’re all doing fine
But I lost my mind
The only pieces I could find
Were useless to me
They were coated in green
And you held them out to me
It’s a lonely place
Right here with you
Can’t face the morning table
But neither can you
And the mirror on the wall
Just gives me nothing
It was coated in dreams
And you held them out to me
And only you could have greeted me there
With your temperament
Flowing free in the cold night air
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3. |
In the Dark
03:38
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I caught you in the dark
I was scrambling there
Through this unfamiliar town
A man of light eyes I came to see
Standing right here in the alley
I felt an ongoing tide in my mind
I couldn’t help but hang on
To each word as it rolled off your tongue
Wanting just to climb inside
You said to me you were passing through
Familiarity could kill you
How about I come along too
It had been so many days
Wandering through the landscape
Cedar trees in the land of milk and honey
I found something within me
Like the river to the valley
Coursing through my very veins
I could have stopped you there
Breathing against my chest
And the sweet way you gave emotion
I could have held you there
Breathing the thinning air
And I could have stayed a while
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4. |
Waking
02:43
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It started slowly
A hum and a heartbeat
Waking from sleep
Alerted she rose
Grabbing at things
She reached the door
She slipped and reached the door
Thud thud thud
She’s quicker down the stairs
The hum is louder higher she’s so aware
Of the grey street
The train station
Pulling away it’s just a constant sound
And it drips and it whines
One last panicked set of beats
Breathless, she pulls in breathless
Clutching her chest as she closes her eyes
Flat on the bed
Flat on the bed
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5. |
Little Bird
03:32
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Oh my weary soul
Can't find no place to go
And I’ve traveled on the raging sea
Ten thousand pounds they asked of me
And at the whims of the men in the tall tall seats
Where they’ve cleared all the trees
My fate there lies in the hands of greed
While in my arms she sleeps
And now on my mountainside
Of a land so strange and quiet
Little bird on my washing line
Sing a song for that girl of mine
And I see her clear as day
When you chatter to me
Little children lining quiet
On the shore or school yard
And one day I’ll swim out
To the vast blue ocean
My time will have come
And she’ll take me with the setting sun
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6. |
Together in Flight
05:03
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And it’s just in the dark and the cold of their eyes
That make them feel so strange
Seventeen years and the coal’s running dry
It makes it feel like a barren place
Felt like just yesterday she walked wearing white
In father's stern gaze
Now she’s out in the fields most days and nights
She's no time for the chains
And out in the bar in the drinking lights
Old friends turning hard
Where’s your woman when you need her at night
Well is she staring at the stars
No good no good they jeered and cried
She’ll turn wild like the wolf
You'll make sure to keep her safe inside
Can’t say what good men could do
He cowered in the corner his face turning white
In the shadows of the men
He cried out loud but his mouth ran dry
They were bored out looking for a fight
And the landlord turned as arms struck in haste
He was a desperate man
Powerful blows to his beautiful face
Cries of laughter filled the land
And it was just that moment the door swung wide
And his lady’s shadow burned
Took him by the arm and scattered the fight
In shame to darkness men returned
And out in the night the lovers clung fast
To the sense of themselves
Married by duty but together in flight
From a world that cages and sells
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Picture in the Frame
04:02
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The sun streamed through the glass in my
And I came to my fears in time
Couldn’t tell all the things that I felt that night
Couldn’t speak for fear I’d bring to morning light
And you stood there staring
A field of white
And I got up and reached inside
Pulled out seven strings and a candlelight
I got a feeling I’m not doing this right
Got a pretty picture on your window sill
She’s draped on a background of the finest silk
Reached into my mouth and the words they
came too quick
I wish I could lie and look like the picture
in the frame
I wish I could lie and look like the picture
in the frame
I wish I could lie and look like the picture
in the frame
I wish I could lie and look like the picture
in the frame
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8. |
Suspending
04:03
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Suspending life this rides trying to cut me loose
And the fear in your eyes
I’ve got a mind to jump and choose
Maybe I’ve died and come back to life
The signals in my mind
Dancing on the divide
A shape in the night
A small start fright for a life
And its frightening kiss I’m still feeling this
And I’m sinking through the tunnel
Turbulence
Some kind of deep descent
I’ve found in your absence
Caught in my flesh
Courting my death
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9. |
Head in Hands
03:17
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Head in hands
Crumpled shirt
It's been a long day baby
At the office where you work
And outside the blue turned to black
But this room hasn't ever seen that
And behind tall buildings
And a stream
Of sprawling streets as far as you could see
You can feel the air and the trees
Something whispers in your ear
Oh now you can breathe
Oh but the money won’t make itself
And my time is somebody else’s
And baby’s mouth is wide
And I’ve got nowhere to hide
From you
And we were so small
In those arms
Raised up high
Name tasted on her tongue
And each of us
Is sewn in the seams
Patchwork landscape of oil and dust and greed
And I'm gonna make my way and bang a drum
‘Til hands are sore and empty pockets my song is sung
Because the colours outside begin to run
Like a painting in the rain
But this one'll just burn up in the sun
Oh but the money won’t make itself
And my time is somebody else’s
And baby’s mouth is wide
And I’ve got nowhere to hide
From you
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10. |
Nights Are Drawing In
04:31
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Nights are drawing in
I feel like I missed something
And I’ve been working hard
To join mind and heart
Found the bag of bulbs you gave me
Snakes head variety
Apples on the trees
And green to red the leaves
I’m just aching to see
The friends who made me
And the ground she took them in her chest
I found myself a little lighter then
Every time I passed
The window open wide
I leaned excitedly
To look for fritillaries
Oh but each month passing by
I grew cynical and tired
And then
One morning
I could see
Growing after me
Fritillaries
Rooted seed
Gardener's grief
Passing over me
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Fritillaries Bristol, UK
Fritillaries is the original project of folk/Americana songwriter Hannah Pawson, a Bristol-based musician playing original
songs on guitar and banjo. Fritillaries have been played on BBC Radio 6, BBC Radio 2, featured extensively in Folk Radio UK, reviewed by RNR magazine and Americana UK.
‘Wonderful’ Cerys Matthews
‘Touchingly poetic' Folk Radio UK
★★★★ ‘a thing of beauty’ RNR Magazine
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