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Waiting for the Storm

by Mark Mulholland and Craig Ward

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It's the first quiet moment for a while with the fleeting echo of a smile Lingering in my memory but fading all the time as I try to find the strength for another mile I can see the leaves appearing on the trees and it feels like something's coming on the breeze that's blowing through the open door that I have just walked through blowing me along to something new and I want to let you know that it's not easy to let you go but I'm looking forward to looking back on the things I've left behind from somewhere a little further down the line
2.
all the doors are open cars go past outside won't you take me with you take me for a ride take me to a foreign land sparkling seas and desert sand conversations by firelight or spinning into the neon night I gulp down the icy water drowning in the heat hills lean over the hazy sea wheels turning to the beat all the doors are open the cars go past outside won't you take me with you take me for a ride
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Black Sail 03:52
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4.
I put the key in my pocket and walked away from what went before a song was running through my head a tune that I can't remember any more heard the sounds echo round the valley a glimpse of something left far behind something I wasn't aware of losing but now I keep on trying to find I don't want to hear nobody cry I just want to watch you where you lie see the cops on every corner people waiting, ready to run blue lights flashing out a warning someone will get hurt before the morning comes I don't want to go and get in a fight I just want to stay with you tonight feel your head lying on my shoulder hear your breathing soft and clear I don't care about tomorrow just as long as you are lying here I don't want to feel the wind outside I just want to feel you by my side I don't want to make nobody cry I just want to watch you where you lie
5.
Take me to your secret places far away from familiar faces show me all your saving graces then cast these feelings back into the night there's no after, no before each time that we pass through this door nothing matters anymore each moment burns more fiercely than the last things are never how they seem walking through a waking dream something new that's always been will always be but can not be seen silent words and hidden glances the ancient steps to forbidden dances waiting for the fleeting chances to let the music carry us downstream red wine and candlelight and the blanket of the darkest night catch that feeling because it might just vanish when the morning comes around Take me to your secret places far away from familiar faces show me all your saving graces then cast these feelings back into the night
6.
Icy Shivers 04:48
Icy shivers down my spine just crawled out of a bottle of wine It's a long, long time until the dawn things that crawl and things that bite my thoughts as black as the sky tonight It's a long, long time until the dawn hold your breath, nobody speak just don't stand on the step that creaks It's a long, long time until the dawn in the dead of night the city sleeps the water's still and dark and deep It's a long, long time until the dawn
7.
(excerpt from “Voix Marasa”) Encore la déchirure et la brûlure qui tournent dans le même sens que le soleil mon authenticité dans la saison vermeille je m'origine qui plonge dans ma blessure extrême mon ombre oblique ma pieuvre sanglante ma langue avide savourant l'huile de la douleur l'acidité de l'ombre L'aventure coule dans mes veines j'ai l'obsession des longs voyages en permanence au bout du sexe la passion du danger dans le sang et la fascination des risques aux délices des désastres le miel exquis des divines catastrophes où la lumière prend chair dans la beauté des flammes sensuelles. Ma pierre fétiche qui roule à parcourir mes territoires à traverser ma vie ma toupie en roue libre mon impériale poupée mes ailes imaginaires dans ce pays d'incertitudes mon beau pays si refractaire à l'eau de l'aube si rebelle à l'aurore mais si facile aux allumettes si fragile aux maléfices du vent et si docile aux ouragans mon pays masochiste Youn peyi ansyentestaman darati kòn siye dayila doupendouk Youn peyi djèdjè givmifaysens Youn peyi melas kalomelas Youn peyi kalomèl koupekolonn/koupezantray Youn peyi lasini alkali-twadegout Youn peyi pingaseren se kan ou pran ou konnen Youn peyi fyèlpete wèpawè anteman pou katrè Youn peyi kalalou lagon limon tchaka Youn peyi metsin chwal ak fyèlbèf Youn peyi mòdantrèt Youn peyi mòdesoufle Youn peyi mòdelage Youn peyi devèrevè devandèyè Youn peyi dwategòch mal-e-femel Youn peyi miwomiba tètanba Youn peyi akòdeyon Youn peyi elastik ant koulèv e woulong Youn peyi zekalanderik Youn peyi kalanmchit Youn peyi dechalbore Youn peyi zizanni tèt gridap ak tèt bòbèch Youn peyi zopope wete trip mete pay ….Encore trésor irresistible en un retournement d'antennes un revirement de voix un reniement fatidique je me suis alors dit que les espoirs du peuple ont été piétinés enterrés anéantis les belles promesses de lune dorée les belles paroles évaporées en queue de comète derrière l'évanescence des utopies nuageuses. Désormais ne ne vais que chuchoter ma musique, mes fleurs sonores, mes frêles mirages et mes images au frétillement de mes ailes si fragiles.
8.
The sky is getting darker and the glass begins to fall the flicker of the candle's throwing shadows on the wall sitting here in silence watching the clouds rolling in and spilling down the mountain waiting for the storm to begin the ceiling fan is spinning a strange pattern in my head and I can't help thinking about something somebody said the crackle of the radio and the rattle of rain on the tin voices in the darkness waiting for the storm to begin a siren in the distance, the evening air is cool the bottle's almost empty and the ashtray's nearly full waiting for the moment when it all begins to spin voices in the darkness waiting for the storm to begin
9.
It's a strange place we have come to A strange place to which we have come Any who know this place do say A strange place to which we have come It's a strange place we belong to A strange place to which we belong Anyone entering this place they might say A strange place in which to belong It's a strange place we do run to A strange place to which we do run If anyone into this place they should stray A strange place into which we run. It's a strange place we have come to A strange place to which we have come It's a strange place we have come to A strange place to which we have come A strange place to which we have come
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released February 16, 2012

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Alba Griot Ensemble Bamako, Mali

An acoustic folk band, with 2 Scottish guitarists, Mark Mulholland and Craig Ward, Belgian double bassist Hannes d’Hoine and Malian n’goni player and percussionist Yacouba Sissoko. All 4 musicians sing, and the combination of intermingled strings, complex melodies and rhythms, and vocal harmonies blends Celtic and Mandingue traditions with blues, jazz and ambient elements. ... more

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