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Raven's Yard

from Junk Rock by Junkman's Choir

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Raven’s yard, where widows weep, tired spinsters sell their souls for keeps. He’s boot-blacked, savant, free; indifferent to past dancing pleas. The band’s a smoked stained café, tired hunter’s eyes their night betrays. The laughing stock of antique clocks, as the moths they gather round, He tells them: ‘you know what you need a glutton’s greed, a silver spire to shoehorn that life of sinful pride’.
He’ll dance gavotte and out of key, he swears on love and bended knees. He fouls the pretty rose in bloom, cuts her heart out with an April moon. Sunray here - so soon must go, weaving scented chains of sorrow.
Never catch a tiger’s eye, you may find yourself around the flame of no escape where deeds are done and counted one by one and no-one cares if you will live. Spend your years in veiled apology for something you can never hold and piece together all the times you heard of him but he was gone and led you on to heights of cruellest shame and you were there at end of piers and saw the faces buried in Raven’s Yard.
Take me away. Raven’s Yard. Away.

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from Junk Rock, released September 15, 2005
Lyrics: K Longmuir
Music: K Longmuir; Junkman's Choir

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Junkman's Choir Scotland, UK

Junkman's Choir are a two man band with a global sound; playing a mix of Cajun, country sea shanties, rockin' reels and spinning some twists and turns on the works of Rabbie Burns.
The sound of accordion, pocket trumpet, guitar and vocals, is as unique as it is infectious.
Look out for them on street or stage, stomping out their steel-toed rhythm.
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