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Midlake
Midlake




Альбом Midlake


The Courage of Others (01.02.2010)
01.02.2010
1.
2.
3.
Small Mountain
4.
5.
Fortune
6.
7.
Children of the Grounds
8.
9.
The Horn
10.
11.
In the Ground
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If all that grows starts to fade, starts to falter
Oh, let me inside, let me inside, not to wait
Let all that run through the fields through the quiet,
Go on with their own, on with their own hidden ways

When all newness of gold travels far from
Where it had once been,
Born like the earth over years
And when the acts of man
Cause the ground to break open
Oh, let me inside, let me inside, not to wait

Great are the sounds of all that live
And all that man can hold

If all that grows starts to fade, starts to falter
Oh, let me inside, let me inside, not to wait
Great are the sounds of all that live
And all that man can hold

Great are the sounds of all that live

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As the spring is made alive the winter dies
And the final cries of creatures are long behind
And full of spirit the village starts again
With one more year for a man to change his ways

I used to feel things around me stir,
Grateful for all I received,
Taking in the sounds and ways of creatures upon the Earth
Great were the rivers I swam waning out the sun

As the winter dies the Earth is brought to life
And a thousand merchant ships sail to find
A worthy village to land and start again
With one more year for a man to change his ways

I used to feel things around me stir,
Grateful for all I received,
Taking in the sounds and ways of creatures upon the Earth
Great were the rivers I swam waning out the sun

I used to feel things around me stir
And hear the sounds of creatures upon the Earth
Grateful for all I received
Through the winter cold and spring

. . .

Small Mountain

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I will wear the sun,
Ancient light through these woods,
Woods that I walk through alone
I will take my rest
With all creatures who dwell,
Under the smallest of green
I'll remain no more than is required of me
Until the spirit is gone
I will long to see all that waits to be known
And all that will never be known

Enter the core of nature,
No earthly mind can enter,
But I will wear the sun,
Bound to others,
We see many things

I will train my feet to go on with the joy
A joy I have yet to reach
I will let the sound of these woods I have known
Sink into blood and to bone
I'll remain no more than is required of me
Until the spirit is gone
I will long to see all that waits to be known
And all that will never be known

Enter the core of nature,
No earthly mind can enter,
But I will wear the sun,
Bound to others,
We see many things

I will wear the sun,
Ancient light through these woods,
Woods that I walk through alone
I will long to see all that waits to be known
And all that will never be known
All that will never be known
All that will never be known
All that will never be known
All that will never be known
All that will never be known

. . .

Fortune

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I have been cruel and kind without knowing
I fell in the silence overwhelmed by these days
For I have been shown dear rulers, ruling all things
Thinking the world was mine to lay hold on
I breathe in the promise of maiden and man
But each have their on illusions to hold onto

I only want to be left to my own ways
The rulers of one leaving all things undone
I stood in the awe of the whole creations
Gathered among them was the morning
Giving all its rays

Thinking the world was mine to be lost in
I ran with freedom and sank in between
For I have the path of wonder
There before me

I only want to be left to my own ways
The rulers of one leaving all things undone
I stood in the awe of the whole creation
Gathered among them was the morning
Giving all its rays
(x3)

. . .

Children of the Grounds

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All the earthly aims were formed
From the earliest pass that climbs
In my mind
Now the joy has burned out and its gone
When the amber skies are filled
Seems the days around are ripe for conquering
Now the joy has burned out and its gone
But I don't know where

Bring down, bring down
All thoughts
Of greatness
And leave all to be
Sound and nothing more
Pray for all to end
And silence be all
Now the joy has burned out and its gone
But I don't know where

. . .

The Horn

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I will never have the courage of others
I will not approach you at all
I was always taught to worry about things
All the many things you can't control

How can they have the courage
Of lords that have long since past
Its in their hands, its in their heads
Its been in their blood for many years
It brings them sorrow
In a dark room he trembles alone
He trembles alone (x4)

. . .

In the Ground

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