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Nøkken
03:17
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Nøkken
He's down by the river
past the bogs and the willows
he's there if you seek him
you'll know when you meet him
He'll appear like a flower
you'll yield to his power
his scent is full of sweetness
feeding on your weakness
He looks for the meekest
lures in believers
but be warned if you see him
he's the great deceiver
A handsome devil
plays the harp or fiddle
but his siren sound will take you down
A stunning horse
or an old boat
a wooden log
to help you float
He'll take you down
to the waters edge
and there in that river
he will make you drown.
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White Dove
03:08
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White Dove
My mother and father they loved me
they showed me what love was and how to be free
the pureness of love in a newborn baby
the love I beheld in their piety
Their prayers of devotion spoke quietly
inspired my passion for things heavenly
I gave my life to love complete
these are the things you'll never take from me
I'd rather be hated and labelled as wild
than deny the truth of my innermost child
break my will break my mind
but from my mouth the white dove flies
I'd rather be hanged or burn at the stake
than betray my truth and my soul forsake
this is a song for the Sovereign self
never destroyed, never denied.
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Your Mother Was A Peacock
As I put my pen to paper your face I see so well
the moon guides my hand tonight through the bars of my prison cell
In the morning I'll be leaving and dealt a deadly blow
and though the world forbids it the truth you shall know
I fluffed my cheeks and combed my hair and sang a pretty tune
I traded charm for freedom and now death comes too soon
How quickly men will scatter how swiftly the do run
to guard their reputation and deny what they have done.
Your mother was a peacock so soft her feathered hair
too beautiful and tender in a world ruled by men.
When I was approached by guards to be a secret spy
I knew it was my ticket from Berlin to Versaille
I had no close relations no suitor could I find
my beauty would no more suffice to change the judges mind
I have my gloves and fur hat to shield me from the cold
but my dear remember, when the gunshots blow,
Your mother was a peacock so soft her feathered hair
too beautiful and tender in a world ruled by men.
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Daddysaurus
05:14
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Daddysaurus
And as the winds changed, so did my fate
All about me held their heads in shame
You please the gods to right your wrongs
And to the alter, like some filthy dog
these are the demands sent from above
forsaking me to set your people free
Its blood for blood, and it cannot be undone
what has been done in this house.
Tears streaming down your face, you'll whisper with such grace
“Isn't it awful sad?”, “What a waste!”
The blood's on your hands, you holy disgrace.
My Daddysaurus, I fear your chorus
I close my eyes and go to the altar
your scapegoat daughter- a lamb to the slaughter.
Its blood for blood, and it cannot be undone
what has been done in this house.
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Ulster Girl
03:11
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Ulster Girl
Gather round you tender ladies
a tale to you I'll tell
the murder of an Ulster girl
down by the well
Her hair was black as ravens
dancing in the sun
her cheeks crimson as the blood
on the pure white snow
Why the king would have her murdered
the truth nobody knows
some say it was the bitterness
of unrequited love
The king sent his alibi
stabbed her with a knife
an all the breath was taken
from this poor maidens life
How many men would follow
her tender hearted grace
and the many sorrows
written on her face
So when you see the ravens
dancing in the sun
pray for the Ulster girl
laying in the snow.
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Barley Sugar
03:59
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Barley Sugar
Once I had a true love, a true love all for me
we roamed around the back hills young and carefree
one day he wore a shirt and tie got down on bended knee
handed me a barley sugar and asked to marry me
Then one day you stroll in an enigmatic dream
your beauty so blinding you stole his heart from me
It all happened so fast quick as a rifle shot
one day he was with me the next he was not
But I'm still waiting in the shadows I'm looking out to see
I'm waiting until forever till he comes back to me
I have some words for you dear, lean in a listen close
he fell in love with me first its me he loves the most
when you're dead and buried, your beauty but a ghost
he'll be returning to me, its me he loved the most.
Until that day I'm waiting, so very patiently
I'm waiting until forever, till he comes back to me
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Wild Woodbine
04:21
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Wild Woodbine
Smoke filled up the window, the night I did confess
You sat at the table, smoking cigarettes.
I knew that it was over, you were no longer mine
confessions while you smoked another dozen wild woodbine
We met when I was 18, when I was just a girl
you had such charisma, and knowledge of this world.
You wore such dapper outfits, held in high esteem
I was intoxicated by your love for me
Oh Lord, I love not the man that I am with, but the one that I am not
But now your looks have faded and your words they are so few
You've become jaded and Ive lost respect for you
It all happened so quickly, my lonely heart grew weak
my eyes went wandering and another did I seek
At first it was so fickle we shared some wine a bread
it makes me sick to say it but I laid down in his bed
Oh Lord I Iove not the man that I am with, but the one that I am not.
Forgive me for my secrets I can no longer keep
I wish that I could comfort all the pain that I've caused thee.
You'll sit there at the table and you can ask me "why?"
you're better off to smoke another dozen wild woodbine
Oh Lord I love no the man that I am with, but the one that I am not.
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Apples
04:23
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Apples
The wind was howling late last night
As I lay awake in Bed
Over and over in my head
plot my escape my getaway
Your love like apples from a tree
But those apples weren't for me
Red were the apples round and sweet
But those apples weren't for me
Morning sends the dew once more
And the sparrows song forlorn
For it is time for her to go
Leaving the shadows of this home
The sun goes up and the sun goes down
burning circles make no sound
edging toward the morning light
leaving behind a dreadful night
Little rabbit in the lawn
Little rabbit in the lawn
How is it that you get along?
Won't you return and share with me
The rivers wide and the rivers deep
and the willows gently weep
Love cannot thrive and cannot grow
Where the waters of justice do not flow
The starling in the winter flocks
To a land she knows not
Only the wind to guide and show
My bags are packed and I must go
Your love like apples from a tree
But those apples weren't for me
Red were the apples round and sweet
But those apples weren't for me.
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Samois-Sur-Seine
03:02
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Samois-sur-Seine
Just south of Paris where the tender reeds bend
In the riverside town of Samois-sur-Seine
Inside the chapel high on a heath
there lies my son in the crypt underneath
Sometimes I go there to mourn and weep
Lay a white lilly at the foot of his grave
Praying my prayers to God above
Light a little candle for the one I love
Meet me in the chapel in Samois-sur-Seine
where the willow trees bow and the tender reeds bend
Memories of you I'll never forget
Goodbye for now Samois-sur-Seine
I'll be returning to see you my dear
back to this place year after year
for now I'll be leaving for now I must go
I'll love you more than you'll ever know
Goodbye to you love hard as it will be
I'll think of you often and pray for thee
if there's a heaven up in the air
when my time comes I'm meeting you there
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Midnight Hags
05:35
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Midnight Hags
We stay in the dark
where its damp and cold
We're haggard, we're old
We do what we're told
We know, what we know
we cannot un-know
Our gifts a burden
Our knowledge a curse
We're truth in rags
We're midnight hags
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Oxlip Vancouver, British Columbia
EMERGING ARTIST OF THE YEAR nominee by the 2022 Canadian Folk Music Awards for her recent work, 'Your Mother Was A
Peacock',
"Sometimes a completely beautiful song is the most powerful way to say Fuck You.” says OXLIP who hails from Northern Ireland but currently lives in Vancouver, BC.
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