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Bottled Dream
03:39
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Bottled Dream
By Eiks
A lost soul in his teens is
Wandering the streets of Angel
Comes to you for a brief attention
Flicked away like a cigarette ash
He drifts along the pavement a slow race throughout the night
Until he has enough change to oil the spinning wheel
It's not too late
How some would pay for your youth
Time is rolling
You keep on fixing
It's not too late
In his bottled dream a cinema screen
Shows the faces of his old friends
Lying in an empty college corridor with tears down his cheeks
He doesn't really dream anymore
The numbness is his only comfort
Keeping everything bare, a soothing void
It's not too late
How some would pay for your youth
Time is rolling
You keep on fixing
It's not too late
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2. |
Making Hay
04:01
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Making Hay
By Eiks
I had no idea that you’d been
Making hay inside my heart
And had built a cosy home
Now you're leaving this town
Leaving me stunned and snagged
You’ve no idea that you are
Leaving all this hay
As your new life begins across the ocean
The home you had built stands alone
Overgrown with ivy, an empty shell in the woods
I could grow sails from my arms
To make this crossing to see you
But the stars to navigate with
Have all been shot to pieces
I had no idea that you’d been
Making hay inside my heart
And had built a cosy home
Now you're leaving this town
Leaving me stunned and snagged
You’ve no idea that you are
Leaving all this hay
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3. |
Kind of Blue
03:29
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Kind of Blue
By Eiks
A row of shiny whisky bottles salute him
A couple in the corner
Her flaked red nails caressing her drink
As the clock strikes midnight he carefully places the needle
The last train rumbles in the distance
The smoky night sky glows in a kind of blue
The soft lights tenderly carry you home
Shadows dance to your steps
As you waltz to your door
A yellow crescent moon
In a glass of cold gin
Neatly placed coasters eavesdrop into to the drunken tales
As the clock strikes midnight he carefully places the needle
The last train rumbles in the distance
The smoky night sky glows in a kind of blue
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4. |
Ride Forever Ride
03:28
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Ride forever ride
By Eiks
Reluctant steps
Silent paint within
Melting armour drains into a pool of shame
Ride forever ride
Ride forever ride
Where the pounding wind lifts you up to the sun
Let those hooves kick dust and gold
Away from the sharp spears of a tongue
A clench of fist
Boxed in by four walls
A cry for help swallowed like a bitter pill
Ride forever ride
Ride forever ride
Where the pounding wind lifts you up to the sun
Let those hooves kick dust and gold
Away from the sharp spears of a tongue
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Tread Lightly
Words from Requiescat by Oscar Wilde
Music by Eiks
Tread lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow.
All her bright golden hair
Tarnished with rust,
She that was young and fair
Fallen to dust.
Lily-like, white as snow,
She hardly knew
She was a woman, so
Sweetly she grew.
Tread lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow.
Coffin-board, heavy stone,
Lie on her breast,
I vex my heart alone,
She is at rest.
Peace, Peace, she cannot hear
Lyre or sonnet,
All my life's buried here,
Heap earth upon it.
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6. |
Willow Tree
03:22
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Willow Tree
By Eiks
A flickering flame surviving the night
Dawn slowly inches closer
To my waking hours
The cold wind bends the will
Like a willow tree weathering a storm
Wavering courage and wilting spine
Placing pennies on a pendulum
Keeping the clock in perfect time
When imperfection overstays
Forever making me trip over
The cold wind bends the will
Like a willow tree weathering a storm
Let me see a bathing skylark
In the shadows of my heart
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7. |
Fallen Apples
03:34
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Fallen Apples
Lyrics by Eiks
Rays of sun piercing between sycamore trees
Like fallen apples, we lie side by side
I want to wake up with you
Under a canvas of blue
A shower of kisses for our shoots to grow
Precious slumber on your shoulder
Palms touching on the other side of sleep
Let the falling petals settle on us
Like a gentle burial
Sink into soil, roots digging deep below
We lie side by side like fallen apples
We lie side by side like fallen apples
We lie side by side like fallen apples
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8. |
Away They Fly
03:14
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Away They Fly
By Eiks
Follow the river and you will find
Two sisters who are fighting by the shore
Follow the horses and you will find
A blind man who dreams in colour
He plays the fiddle
For the birds to sing to
Away away they fly
Away away they fly
As far as the eye can see
The sunset burns your eyes
The sky unfold its shadows
Follow the glens and you will find
A mother who lost her dear baby
Follow the ship and you will find
A homesick crew
They drum the bottles
For the birds to sing to
Away away they fly
Away away they fly
As far as the eye can see
The sunset burns your eyes
The sky unfold its shadows
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9. |
Braids
03:53
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Braids
By Eiks
In a small room, lost in my own world
Raucous laughter and smoke fill the living room
A call to prayer drifts from the nearby minarets
In a small room, lost in my own world
Shaping stories like moulding clay
A sharpened pencil on a notebook poised
Racing on the edge of the Milky Way
Kitten claws hook my braids
Spikey thistles bite when playing on dusty rocks
A clatter of plates and strangers crowd the dining room
White stone walls cool down
As the city lights begin to shimmer
In a small room, lost in my own world
Shaping stories like moulding clay
A sharpened pencil on a notebook poised
Racing on the edge of the Milky Way
Kitten claws hook my braids
In a small room, lost in my own world
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10. |
The Fall
04:11
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The Fall
By Eiks
Whilst I was away, the seasons changed
Sun-kissed skin, reaching out for a woollen throw
The fall arrives suddenly with a chill
The roses on a summer dress folded away
Gather some dreaming damsons in a harvest
Save them for later in a jar
Let them rest
Let them rest
Whilst I was away, the seasons changed
The hazy summer lights were tinged with wistful hue
The fall arrives suddenly with a chill
The wind turns a page for nothing stays still
Jumping on a back of a dusty truck
Hold my hand and stay here for awhile
Leaving the fields behind
Leaving the fields behind
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11. |
Curtain Call
03:19
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Curtain Call
By Eiks
Lying on a porch with the sun in my face
The waves are urging me to leave this place
Mother is singing next to me
The bickering and the quarrels
Bind us as one
If I had taken Eugene's hand
If bouquets were thrown in Upper East Side
Tortures of ifs and maybes
Time is running out
But for now I wait for my curtain call
Faded glamour like an old stain on a wall
There is someone upstairs roaming in the dark
Dusty cocktail dresses and diamonds to be sold
An aristocrat drinking wine from a paper cup
If I had taken Eugene's hand
If bouquets were thrown in Upper East Side
Tortures of ifs and maybes
Time is running out
But for now I wait for my curtain call
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Eiks UK
Artist of the Month, Folk Radio UK.
Eiks is a Japanese-British singer-songwriter based in
London who writes atmospheric songs with intriguing lyrics and haunting vocals in both acoustic and electric styles. Her inspiration comes from urban life in London, her childhood in Jordan to life in Japan as well as her extensive travel experiences, writing on either the piano or the guitar.
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