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The
Lamb
(The Bishop of Buffalo)
Chorus:
Well slow down, my sweet Juliet,
There's a world of indifference but you haven't got to it
yet
Well you cannot heal the lamb
That you've taken to the slaughter.
Well somewhere there's glass all over the hall
And letters in blood and they're ten feet high on the wall,
Saying you cannot heal the lamb
That you've laid upon the altar.
And it's, it's early April, still I'm cold as hell,
My fingers feel like ice.
Let's go back inside, forget the big parade
Wouldn't that be nice?
Chorus
Now one night, when I was down on my knees
Well the TV reached out and it laid its hands on me,
Saying you cannot heal the lamb
That you've laid upon my altar.
Now when it rains, still I can't get clean,
Remember why we came.
I heard it said if you're not in love on the first day of
spring
Well you've only yourself to blame.
Now whether you hit out or you're being hit,
It's just the ways of an empire that's slowly falling to bits.
If you find nothing to heal
There's plenty left to slaughter,
Plenty left to slaughter.
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Tranquility of
Solitude
(The Bishop
of Buffalo; The Idea Part 8 Fanzine?)
Well the ships have sailed and I've been far away.
Oh a curse upon the ones who sailed me
To feel the cold wind of betrayal.
Chorus:
Hey hey! won't you meet me,
Hey! won't you greet me,
Hey hey! won't you meet me?
Well I'm already there,
Well I'm already there.
Well it's easier to find peace than to find justice,
Where justice hides its teeth away
In the still of night you will hear me say,
Chorus
And I'm waiting on you.
Yeah I'm already there.
Well this biggest ship of all is going down (down,
down)
The biggest ship and all its crew,
That's so many words I never said to you.
Chorus
And I'm waiting on you.
Yeah I'm already there,
Come on girl,
Oh I'm already there
At the Branyard fayre (???).
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Etain
(The Bishop of Buffalo;
Red Sky Coven
Volumes 1 & 2)
Saw you ridin' across the plains in all your glory,
Maybe a thousand years ago, maybe a thousand years ago.
Should have taken you then as it was written in the story
From all your gold and silver chains, your splendid gold and
silver chains.
Chorus:
The sorrow's now among, the sorrow's now among
Among the very ones who tried so very hard
To move across the dream.
The sorrow's now among.
Now in a place where time collapsed I see a swan
Coming at me through the mist, coming at me through the mist.
I call out to you, "Look around!" when suddenly it's gone
Like I always knew you would, like I always knew you would.
Chorus
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Ellan Vannin
(The Bishop
of Buffalo)
We fire up the boiler (?), I'll be dreaming for days
On the smoke from Bally Sanna through that shimmering
haze.
And we mend our way down the road to the sea
Looking west from Port Arran upon Ellan Vannin.
You in the sunlight on the Castletown Hill
Like she's waiting for angels to come down and help.
I said help put a frame around this firmament scene
Looking west from Port Arran upon Ellan Vannin.
Chorus:
I said I'd go there a while, go there a while
I must travel in dreams.
One moment to stand, one moment to stand
There on Ellan Vannin,
With the prettiest lady, the prettiest lady
That I, that I, that I've ever seen.
Looking west from Port Arran upon Ellan Vannin.
Well I can see us right now, my love, far ahead of
our time
You quilting blankets and me I'm making rhyme, making
rhyme, making rhyme.
Oh we ran with our blankets at where we always, always
have been,
Looking west from Port Arran upon Ellan Vannin.
Chorus
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Circular Blues
(The Bishop of Buffalo;
Songs in the Key of
Cooking Vinyl)
(It feels like ridicule, it feels like ridicule)
You dragged your wounds up to the aisle (?),
I cleaned them all, love, as before.
You turned your tables on your own, sweet love,
I couldn't help but love you more.
Oh I want it understood,
You teach someone to walk and they'll run away.
I hear you're nursing in the Third World,
Sometimes I wish you'd write.
Oh all the times I wish you're on the wrong end of the queue
By the time that the famine strikes.
Oh I want it understood,
You teach someone to walk and they'll run away.
Now before I leave the station
There's a good, good friend that I should call.
She helped me out when you first vanished,
I'm sure she's familiar with the score.
She knows, it's understood,
You teach someone to walk and they'll run away.
They'll run away.
(It feels like ridicule)
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(Worse and Worse) Like
the Son of a Goat
(The Bishop
of Buffalo; Red
Sky Coven Volume 3)
(Tabs)
Well, the name is Llewellyn and I'm carved out of stone
Just me and the mountain, the valley is home
And I've mined for silver, and I've dug for gold
But these days I find I'm just picking up coal
And the weather howls in through the holes in the roof
Till the only things standing are the ones with the
roots
And it's worse, oh worse, like the son of a goat.
Christmas sermons (?) in a pulpit, there's too much
to stand
And there's thousands more like you all over the land.
And the hue there is black, as black as it looks
And they shake when he reads from the great holy book
And the ghosts they are bound in the lanes and the streets
Till there's barely room left for someone new you might
meet
And it's worse, oh worse, like the son of a goat.
Well I think I've been kicked and I think it's a sin
The way my father was kicked and his father for him.
And tonight I'll drink plenty with Davey and Jack
Then crack my head open on a long journey back.
When I come round nothing at all will have changed
And nothing's quite ever the same, oh you know
It's just worse, oh worse, like the son of a goat.
Well the (...) has a heart, the choir/quite (?) has a voice
We all stick together, for we haven't a choice.
And no many have drifted miles in a day
But in dreams they're returning and it's here they must
stay.
All the ties, I can't even seem them to cut
I just spend my time cursing my luck, oh you know
It's just worse, oh worse, like the son of a goat.
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Every Step of the Way
(The Bishop of Buffalo;
A Festival of
Folk)
It takes two good horses and a can of oil to move this caravan
And there's a thousand tons of railway steel hurtling through
this land.
Well if you'll be there before us - who is racing anyway?
Chorus:
I say united we will move through this world
Yeah every step of the way.
Down through the Red Sea and the rocks
Yeah every step of the way.
All along that great, oh that Great North Road
To the one earth men belong.
It takes a great number of lonely hearts oh to crush these
hopes of mine,
Just a melody and a friendly smile to lift them off the line.
Haven't got a band of gold - who is counting anyway?
Chorus
Found a love in Lima, I visit her each spring
When your love is in your soul, that's so many splendid, different
things.
It takes two good dreams and a bucket of thoughts to breed
this fire of love
And a rare, rare kind of person to catch it from above.
On a freezing afternoon with the horses running lame.
Chorus
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Drunkard's Waltz
(The Bishop
of Buffalo; Red
Sky Coven Volumes 1 & 2; Oysterband: Deep
Dark Ocean; Folk
Heartbeat II)
(Tabs)
I come knock on the door and I rap on the heart
You've got stars in your eyes, it's a fine place to
start
And I get a message that I take is divine
With the wind at our back till we're over the line
And tomorrow's too late for this sort of thing
For the sun may not rise if the soul doesn't sing
Chorus:
There's a drunkard's waltz, can you take it?
If I give you my bottle don't you break it
We were born to love, come on let's make it
Be mine tonight
There's a church on the hill where the desperate ones
go
They lay their bodies and their blood in the snow
There's a longing in you that I've noticed in me
We were lashed as a dog and so splendidly free
There's a taste in my mouth for the love unrefined
That was scorched into clay at the beginning of time
Chorus
Down at the river one day waits the ghost
Turning into the people that we hide from the most
And I'll swing from those stars and you'll run through
the trees
Like Venus in April with mud on your knees
And if death hangs around and he laughs at us all
Seems he higher we get, the further we fall
Chorus
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Spanish Lullaby
(The Bishop of Buffalo
LP; Cooking Vinyl
Sampler 3)
The Spanish lullaby, the Spanish lullaby
The moon above our head, fruit upon the ground
The children in the street, cats upon the wall
Bandits in the hills, beggars on their knees (2x)
Now, you know I'll take you back just as soon as I get paid
Then I'll watch you fly, when you hear the words
Of the Spanish lullaby, the Spanish lullaby hey hey
The Spanish lullaby, the Spanish lullaby
Walking in the shadow, shadow on my mind (?)
Living in Castille, slower than the time
Shining like a jewel, shaking all the (?) hands (2x)
Now, I say I'll take you back just to watch the evening fade
Then I hear you fly, when you hear the words
Of the Spanish lullaby, the Spanish lullaby hey hey
Dududu
The Spanish lullaby, the Spanish lullaby
The moon above our head, fruit upon the ground
The children in the street, cats upon the wall
Bandits in the hills, beggars on their knees
The Spanish lullaby, the Spanish lullaby
Walking in the shadow, shadow on my mind (?)
Living in Castille, slower than the time
Shining like a jewel, shaking all the (?) hands
Now, it may be just one time a person finds a place
He'd be ready to die, when you hear the words
Of the Spanish lullaby, the Spanish lullaby hey hey
Dududu
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