And Also The Trees - Millpond Album guitar tab
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**** AND ALSO THE TREES : The Millpond ****
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Artist: And Also The Trees
Album : The Millpond
Simon Huw Jones : vocals
Justin Jones : guitar
Steven Burrows : bass
Nick Havas : drums
(some additional keyboards played by Mark Tibenham)
produced by AATT & Richard Waghorn (1988)
all songs written and arranged by AATT
all lyrics by S.H.Jones
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@Song: The Suffering Of The Stream
There is a place where she would always be
Where the blossom snows between the cankered trees
Holding his sour breath
He knows she's there
Watching the torrent as it flows
Watching her soft white dress, it flows
In the innocent breezes
Smoothing the stones
Watching her cold white dress, it floats
He could see his love like a long forgotten dream
He could see his love veiled beneath the stream
He could see his love grow pallid and suffer as he weeps
His tears fall around her in oil-rainbow streaks
He could see his own reflection cloud the stones
There is a place where she will always be
Where the blossom floats above her through the reeds
Where cling the willow roots
His fingers reach
Searching for her lost arms to seize
Watching her soft white dress, it flows
In the innocent breezes
Smoothing the stones
Watching her cold white dress, it floats
@Song: Simple Tom And The Ghost Of Jenny Bailey
The day flees the town with a drunkard's yell
Silence from the slaughterhouse
And the midnight bell
Shudders down Shambles alley
Slamming shutters
And the market litter flies
Newspaper acrobats, straw and rags
Whirl up to Tom's window...
And away
Simple Tom looks out across the town
Come into my shipwreck room
Creaking beams and tilting shadows
And the tallow-sticks burn
High above the cobble streets
Come into my shipwreck room
Jenny Bailey
We can see Tom's hand only
Pulling horse-hair from the chair
The candle splutters
His pupil shrinks, his pupil grows
You are my ghost Jenny Bailey
Come and dance with me
While the whole town sleeps
Simple Tom looks out across the town
Walk across the scaly roofs
Look into my open window
Oh, my rooftop girl
Rats-tail hair and milky skin
Glinting in the weather-vanes
Jenny Bailey...
@Song: The House Of The Heart
You stand beneath a racing sky
You don't know why you came to
The house of the heart
You sit amongst the whitered flowers
By the dry fountains
You look at the barren world around
The house of the heart
The lichen covered courtyards lions
Stand restlessly beside you
The great door it swings
The house of the heart
Remote and scarlet
Say the clouds
Vivid visions shatter down the spiral stairs
Promises and perfection
Solitude and despair
You hear the tempest beauty sigh
You don't know how you came to
The house of the heart
@Song: This Ship In Trouble
The sails are torn
We know only darkness and fear
Lost eyes are searching...
Searching still
Oh, this endless dawn
@Song: Count Jefferey
For he is Count Jefferey
For he is the servant of no man
For he casts the shadow of fear
For he is everywhere
For he rides
For he kicks
For he takes
For he leaves
For he strides down the lime groves
But sees only the road in front of him
For he has done his duty
You have done your duty
Count Jefferey
For he destroys
For he gains
For he takes
For he hates
And for he is the hated
And for when he takes his prey
He takes the lord's touch
He counteracts the power of darkness
For he counteracts the devil
Who rides so briskly about his life
But Jefferey you lack in spirit
Hey Jefferey you are lacking in spirit
Count Jefferey
For he lies
For he waits
Open eyed and granite faced
But what holds you from your sleep?
Is it the gold clocks
Or the nightingales you cannot hear
Or the famine wolves outside your walls?
Count Jefferey
The portrait gallery is laughing
Or is it the village babies crying?
As the nightmare of life come true
Where did you go
That brought you screaming with the cockerels?
Count Jefferey
@Song: Shaletown
On the blue-green rising, falling tide
Breathing in the pebbles
Sighing out the salt breeze
Chaff is blowing from the stubble fields
Leaving the dried earth land it threads the gate
Tunnel hedges
Old man's beard
Sticking to the wild plums
Old man's beard
And follows the pot-holed tracks
That lead to Shaletown
The ox-man's soul forever turns around
And ploughs the stubble field
Caught in the lonely mile
Between the roads to Shaletown
He watches the chaff leave his dry brown eye
And swing over rose-hip stile
To Shaletown
Under bronze-red sunset, cobweb clouds
Dipping to the shadows
Dancing through the dead trees
Over carts that struggle up the hills
Sticking into the sweat and blistered hands
Nailed sacks flap
From blackened walls
Flailing arms to welcome
From blackened walls
In to the groaning heart of Shaletown
The ox-man turns and walks into the wind
Towards the ceaseless sea
Ploughing the lonely mile
As chaff settles in Shaletown
The machines they groan and the hammers they pound
As night falls on Shaletown
The chaff settles in Shaletown
@Song: The Sandstone Man
The sandstone man
I feel my head fall to the ground
Gaping mouth and broken crown
The sandstone man
Through the bramble snakes
That scratched away my face
I see the clouds like blossom round the moon
The sandstone man
Nobody knows where I am
I could utter my name to you
From my nettle grave
The sandstone man
The rain erodes my crest
My hands into my chest
The sandstone man
Nobody knows who I am
But you know I am close to you
I watched a tree grow tall and fall
I saw you riding down the rainy lanes
In november
The sandstone man
You have forgotten who I am
The honeysuckle twists across my breast
And I am happy
I see the stinted willows by the frozen stream
And the frost as far as eye can see
But you have forgotten who I am
Sometimes the sky is full of birds
But mostly it is empty
@Song: The Millpond Years
As a voice beneath the millpond sings
From her past the lost June days are woken
And wind across the gorse slopes call
Through years, where the darkness roars
Until with wirl-pool panic heart she looks
Out of the looking-glass
And sees her standing by her side
Closes her soft grey eyes
Blurred hurried bliss
And the smell of space
Vanish through fires
Oh save me from the softness of your skin
I can see you in the millpond years
Quietly singing
And her voice across the millpond sings
Slow falling days and afternoons
Watching each other in the quiet looking-glass
While the geese ripple above the moors
The leaves turned an vanished with the storms
Falling through each others eyes
This tortured paradise
Her emerald dress
And the ivory sheets
Like delicate muscles
Sleep-walking through shapes that razor blind
But I can still see you in the millpond years
Quietly singing
I can see you there
