EP1: The Blue One

by Emily and Angeline

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about

This is Emily and Angeline's first EP.

You may purchase tracks individually, if you're nice. If you're even nicer and buy the whole thing, included as a bonus on the download are a track by Emily (from her album Autumn eye: owltextures.bandcamp.com/album/autumn-eye) and a track by Angeline (from her album with The Ambassadors of Sorrow, There is no Ending: theambassadorsofsorrow.bandcamp.com/album/there-is-no-ending).

Should you wish to hear more by either of them, they can be found at:

Emily -

owltextures.bandcamp.com
www.owltextures.co.uk
www.thebookofthelost.co.uk
and www.facebook.com/Owltextures

Angeline -

theambassadorsofsorrow.bandcamp.com
themightysceptres.bandcamp.com
www.theambassadorsofsorrow.com
and www.freestylerecords.co.uk/album-angeline-morrison-are-you-ready-cat/

...as well as many other places. They get about a bit.

credits

released August 21, 2015

All songs, singing and playing by Emily Jones and Angeline Morrison.

Tracks 2 & 3 recorded, mixed and produced by Apathy Productions, Cornwall. Tracks 1 & 4 recorded by Emily Jones.

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Emily and Angeline England, UK

Once upon a time, long, long ago, there were two dolls called Emily & Angeline. Sometimes they pretended to be human so that they could play strange, sweet music together.

Now, centuries later, they have decided to let others hear this phenomenon...
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Track Name: I Cannot Find the Eye
I, I wish to cry
But I cannot find the eye
I, I wish to cry
But I cannot find the eye

This one's heavy with the weight
Of dreams from days gone by,
And this one barely sees at all
So cloudy is its sky...

I cannot find the eye from which to cry.

I, I wish to cry
But I cannot find the eye
I, I wish to cry
But I cannot find the eye

Something clear to push against,
A trickle underground
Is calling forth a raging tower
Of water all around
And yet I make no sound...

Where can the eye be found?

I, I wish to cry
But I cannot find the eye
I, I wish to cry
But I cannot find the eye
Track Name: The Hive
Do I feel uneasy?
It's all point and burn.
I think I feel uneasy
Because it's all point and burn.

We start alive
In the hive,
We start alive in the hive.

Does it taste like honey
Warm and gold?
Or does it crack like sunlight
Splinter and gold?

We come alive
In the hive,
We come alive in the hive.

We are alive
In the hive,
We are alive in the hive.

Yes it tastes like honey
Warm and gold
Until it cracks like sunlight
Frail and cold.
Track Name: The Pursuit of a Seed
The first time he realised that there was no difference,
He put down his pen and he cried.
The billions of pages, the lifetimes of consequence,
Felt almost as though he had died….

Rivers of ink flowed
In the pursuit of a seed, sowed.
Who would acknowledge the debt owed,
In the pursuit of a seed, sowed?

The shelves of his library heavy and crumbling,
The weight of the words they contained.
And at his mad stumble, they all came down tumbling,
The pages all wretched and stained.

Rivers of ink flowed
In the pursuit of a seed, sowed.
Who would acknowledge the debt owed,
In the pursuit of a seed, sowed?
Track Name: The Closer You Are
The closer you are you are further away,
The closer you are you are further away.

Such a summer's day,
The world is wrapped in light,
And I dream you here,
I dream you near.
Alone upon a beach,
Watch the sea flash fire,
And the waves rush clear,
Oh I dream you here.

Such a summer's day.

The closer you are you are further away,
The closer you are you are further away.

Lying still at night,
You are stronger than the dark,
And I dream you near,
I dream you here.
Still and quiet night,
Love hold your breath,
And now feel no fear,
You can dream me here...

Stronger than the dark.

The closer you are you are further away,
The closer you are you are further away.
Track Name: Emily Jones - Pieces of People by Emily Jones
Pieces of people, floating around your house,
Catching the light as they're passing the curtain mouth.
Dust and dandruff left there in the room, where they've all shed their skin,
Pieces of people, shimmering round your house.

Pieces of Peter, he lived here a long time ago,
He left on a train, it was heading for Walthamstow,
He couldn't wait to get away, but bits of him are here to stay,
Pieces of Peter, falling down like the snow.

Get out your vacuum, try to suck up the past,
It must be good to have this room to yourself at last,
Take a long shower, wash out your clothes,
No one likes to wear a ghost...
Pieces of people, stuck to the side of the bath.

Pieces of people, drifting around the world,
Wherever the wind blows, sending them further afield,
A farmer out in Kathmandu, he might be breathing bits of you,
Pieces of people travelling round the world,
Travelling round the world,
Travelling round the world.
Track Name: The Ambassadors of Sorrow - Out of Matter by The Ambassadors of Sorrow
I am a heart that is skipping a beat, I am cold.
I am a blanket spread under your feet, for to hold.
Thousands of letters the four winds will scatter,
Looking for dreams to be spun out of matter.

O now my darling, the river is wide. I can't swim.
Swirling dark water surrounds on all sides. Pull me in.
Beating with love, will the fragile shell shatter?
Wonder what now can be wrought from this matter.

Ah-ah-ah-ah....

I am the feet that will follow the river to the brine.
I am the hands that will give to the Giver, for all time.
Through babbling voices and discordant chatter,
There are still dreams to be spun out of matter.