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‘Wolves’ by Ben Howard

Lyrics:

“Falling from high places, falling through lost spaces,
Now that we’re lonely, now that there’s nowhere to go.
Watching from both sides, these clock towers burning up,
I lost my time here, I lost my patience with it all.

And we lost faith, in the arms of love.

Where you been hiding lately, where you been hiding from the news?
Cause we’ve been fighting lately, we’ve been fighting with the wolves.
With the wolves. With the wolves.
Red tongues and hands.

Falling from high places, falling through lost spaces,
Now that we’re lonely, now that we’re so far from home.
Watching from both sides, these towers been tumbling down,
I lost my mind here, I lost my patience with the lord.
Oh, with the lord

And we lost faith, oh in the arms of love
Love love love

Where you been hiding lately, where you been hiding from the news?
Cause we’ve been fighting lately, we’ve been fighting with the wolves.
With the wolves. With the wolves.
Red tongues and hands.

Oh, we lost faith in the arms of love.
Love love love love love love

Red tongues and hands.”

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‘Fire’ by Noah Gundersen

A beautiful song introduced to me by Kirsty that I play every day; taken from one of my favourite EPs of all time: ‘Family’.

Lyrics:

“I was born in a lighthouse
where my mother lay
and she won’t wake for no shouting
I was raised by the water
by the crippling waves
and the gulls gave me my singing voice
when the devil came to visit me
he said son I am your enemy
fear me
but it came to my surprise
I was drawn by the fire

I set off west in the springtime

before the flowers had bloomed
and the frost and ice followed me
I met a lot of fine women
with the small of their backs
shining like the crescent moon
when the finest came to visit me
she said son i am your enemy
fear me
but it came as no surprise
I was drawn by the fire

Hey
I am looking for freedom
in the wild eyes of the dancing girls
Hey
I am looking for freedom
in the open arms of America

I was told to find Jesus
in a stained glass church
where the light shines red like blood
and the eyes of his children
were so bitterly burned
that I could not stand to look at them
when he finally came to visit me
he was dressed in the rags of poverty
and it came as no surprise
it came as no surprise

Hey
I am looking for freedom
in the wild eyes of the dancing girls
Hey
I am looking for freedom
in the open arms of America.”