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Beneath The Blue

by Ian Reynolds-Young

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See the fish, the flapping fish the sea surrendered on the shoreline? He doesn't know what to do See the boat the bouncing boat its sails asunder on the skyline? Beyond the earth beneath the blue See the man the mortal man, safe on sand and watching sadly? There is no triumph in his eyes See the girl the lonely girl who holds his hand and loves him madly? She’s the prize, she’s the prize Then there were three: you, you and me. Then there were three... See The Book, the crusty book that gather dust and lies, unopened? Books are not what I need See the ghost, the holy ghost of love is lost to me, I chose to Ask the demons to leave Then there were three: you, you and me. Then there were three: you, you and me Then there were three See the fish, the flapping fish the sea surrendered on the shoreline? He swam away, he swam away…
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All Away 04:40
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I Don't Try 03:48
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That's Life 05:05
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More 03:47
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He's Gone 04:17
There’s a sense that when tomorrow, like a silent thief steals in She’ll think of days like this and have her loveliness again. And she thinks of him And she holds him dear And she feels his breath But he’s gone. There’s a lamplight in the bedroom, like the sickly autumn sun That makes her lips of ruby red seem somehow pale and wan And she thinks of him And she holds him dear And she feels his breath But he’s gone. There are ashes in the fireplace, like the fibres of her soul She thinks the breeze will fan to flame and somehow make her whole And she thinks of him And she holds him dear And she feels his breath But he’s gone

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released June 11, 2015

Ian Reynold-Young, guitar and vocals. John Ellis, Keys and BV. Dave Hassell, percussion. Matt Owens, bass. Paul Cowham, mandolin and guitar. Elias Dendias, Bouzouki and BV. Kirsty Almeida and Cara Robinson, Backing Vocals.

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