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For the Record

by Maggie Jane Rose

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1.
Fold 03:05
In the fold of your body my fortune lies In the crook of your arms my heart resides In the pool of your gaze is a spotlight I step inside, to the circle wide And I throw my shadow To the fold In the stitch of your smile I am am tied tight in In the bend of your spine I am bowed and bound In the dog ears of your pages I am sheltering As the words float down like autumn leaves To the fold
2.
Wednesday 03:03
Shoehorned into the world fought the air his lungs did swell wise as a churchyard yew bloody as a family feud all dressed in blue and grey waking to the day cold as the frost that lined the ground that wednesday morn what’ll he say when he gets his tongue what’ll he do when he learns to run swift as a thunder clap stealth as the hour hand but now time is told big red numbers bold chasing the seconds of that day that wednesday morn I watch him grow like the grass green as the bottle glass high as the reeds strong as the trees my worker ant walk on his hands like a clown fall to the feather soft ground rise to his knees mouth in a smile my wednesday child now I wait body full dorsum arched head fearful this crown’s a heavy one wear it well my little one this crown’s a heavy one wear it well my little one
3.
That old white horse on the hillside Watches the road and the cars pass by The road’s as old as the horse’s chalk The horse is as old as the land itself And up on the ridgeway Blown away Hundred voices of old Straight rows Ploughed and sown I’m gonna follow them home I’m leaving the city’s silhouette behind The noise, the hum and the roar of life But I can’t get those bright lights out of my eyes The stain they leaves lingers But up on the ridgeway Blown away Hundred voices of old Straight rows Ploughed and sown I’m gonna follow them home I’m gonna follow them home And on the horizon The trees stand still They call it a sanctuary And those bright lights Stumble and fail Up in between their leaves But up on the ridgeway Blown away Hundred voices of old Straight rows Ploughed and sown I’m gonna follow them home I’m gonna follow them home I’m gonna follow them home
4.
Aniseed 02:23
You're like aniseed Bitter and sweet My starshaped fool Leave me black and blue My arguments spread thin on bread Like what I believe should simply melt away And your voice ricochets around the room Boomerangs and comes back to you Deafening most everything Like what I say should simple fade away I'm just a pincushion for your love I'll wear out when you've had enough Tie my hands behind my back Dirty tricks I'm not doing that again Cos you're like aniseed dividing me My taboo breaker my first mistake And I don't know how to get down Thirty-first floor no way out
5.
Night Owl 02:51
It's three am his heart's alive Calls him to wake It flutters like a butterfly Flying at a flame It's three am his heart beat's like a collar round his neck Sees her sleeping there like a newborn child with breath of velvet He's the night owl, the night owl the night owl He's the night owl he's the night owl, night owl It's four now and the soldiers stand upright at his feet Passing orders for the circuits that Are tearing up the sheets Their shadows march cross the paper wall the artex opens up Sees a wormhole to another world where sleep is no enough He's the night owl, the night owl the night owl He's the night owl he's the night owl, night owl And at the back door of his navel lies a wall and a key And he don't know where's it's come from or to where it leads it's the ancient cursed entrance of a mother's breath And it's like realising that you lead your life in the wrong language He's the night owl, the night owl the night owl He's the night owl he's the night owl, night owl He's the night owl He's the night owl He's the night owl And he crawls slowly to Sleep as you wake to the inky dawn

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released January 4, 2016

Written and performed by Maggie Jane Rose
Additional instruments by Gavin Hammond
Backing vocals by Annie Rose
Production by Gavin Hammond

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