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Humbleyard

by James Christie Brown

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1.
Angel in the Lightning 03:13
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There’s an angel in the lightning, where the lightning hit the tree It takes a certain set of eyes and state of mind to even see So give me eyes to see and give me heart to wonder Give me such a hope as to believe that things under the thunder Are where you and I find the divine and heaven shows its face And the stars they only do align seen from our point in space So the wood is charred, the leaves are gone; the storm it stole its glory But the angels sing a different song and tell a different story Would you listen out tonight? Would you listen out? Would you listen out? Would you listen out tonight? Would you listen out? Would you listen out? We’ve all seen the plastic bag and seen it dancing in the wind We all need a little hope ‘cause we’re all bruised beneath the skin Oh my God, I need a light, I need a different kind of sight I need an altar in the world, I found a field, I found a pearl Would you listen out tonight? Would you listen out? Would you listen out? Would you listen out tonight? Would you listen out? Would you listen out? There’s another song Get your rhythm on Feel the beat and how it’s Pounding in the ground you’re standing on
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Chicken Bones 02:15
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You and I are overgrown Adult size but adult, no Little flame exposed Playful make your home The sun is low in winter skies With shadow long and dazzle bright How close we are to light Little flame ignite Burning off the mist Of the morning, o my story Is not gonna end like this Flame is growing, little glowing It’s nothing more than chicken bones Cook ‘em up it smells like home But you’ll be home tonight You’ll be home tonight
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Hiding Sun 04:04
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I’ve had enough of feeling rough and getting through I’m tired of being careful and holding you I run on empty, run on rhythm, run my time down I’m waiting patiently, I’m waiting way too much now Close your eyes a little Let the darkness find you Slow your mind a little Let the Divine find you time to be You’re flaking up and breaking up, you’re nearly done You’re tired of waiting for the dawn, the hiding sun You know to take the positives, you know your mind I know the passion narrative, I know there’s always time to love Close your eyes a little Let the darkness find you Slow your mind a little Let the Divine find you time to be I once knew a man who said, ‘You make your own luck’ But then the first shall be first and the last can get fucked So we turned it around, it got turned on its head The kingdom came close and the Alchemist said, ‘Give me your weary ones, give me your grief, I’ll laugh when you laugh and I’ll weep when you weep But more than that child, I will give you my hand And we’ll turn tears to gold and sow them in the land Sow your seed a little Let the saviour take your Golden tears a little Further than you might believe
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Cicada 03:46
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Humbleyard? The name of a little area (Deanery) of the Diocese of Norwich. I saw it written on a piece of paper in a tiny ancient church we stayed next to. It suited the place. It’s homely, natural and kind.

What a lovely word it is too.

We went in real need of rest and we found it. These songs were recorded there and Hiding Sun was written in Humbleyard.

Angel in the Lightning a while ago after visiting a small and beautiful museum in Cambridge. Kettle’s Yard. Another Humbleyard: small, homely and with a peaceful beauty. Within it there is an odd piece, tucked away on the bottom floor, beneath the stairs. It is a snarly old hunk of tree, all blackened and crooked like a burnt out match. It is a squinty kind of figure with pointy hunchback wings with a face emerging from the gnarly creases. It is a strange thing in a gallery full of serene, lovely paintings, and smooth, simple objects. I got talking to the attendant about it and it turns out that the art collector was walking along the river Cam one day while building up his collection and came across this old lightning scorched tree. One of its branches instantly struck him as the figure of an angel and got it cut down and brought into his growing hoard of art pieces. Only with a mind set on art, a new way of seeing and a slanty glance would you find such a thing. I have found that much of my life is like this. As Jesus himself often said, ‘For those with eyes to see…’

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released April 23, 2017

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