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Phase 1
06:22
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Phase 2
05:15
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Phase 3
02:42
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Silent Walkers
03:37
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Did you find what you wanted?
We walked the path of the moon,
the swelling crowd pressed our bodies together,
pushed us through Gloucester Road, down the Strand,
did we meet again too soon?
Was this the preordained place, the appointed hour?
Shoulder to shoulder by the Thames,
back to back in Parliament Square
each stared the other down eyeball to eyeball,
neither one blink nor flinch,
seven-dagger stares outside Queen Elizabeth Hall.
Don't get me wrong I'm on your side
I just want what's best for everyone, the perfect compromise.
We made a feast of insinuations, secret invitations,
left our good intentions burnt by the roadside.
Happy days and wild nights, we celebrated good vibrations,
left our good intentions all wrecked down at the roadside.
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Sweet Thames run softly till the pounding stops
There's a pounding on the walls, marching on the rooftops
The rain's in the river, water filling up the atmosphere
The river runs to the sea, we were soaked through with fear
They poured it over us, whispered in our ears
Train crash at the gate, train crash at the gate
Broken marriages in silent carriages
Running for the escalators, always running late, always running late
Footsteps on the rooftops, enemies at the gate
One o'clock with Tony and George at Claridges, always running late
Footsteps on the rooftops, enemies at the gate
Hope's in the air, smells like rain
I'm a collection of plastic bags
Big red blood on a bendy bus
I'm a collection of sad old gags
Big red face and I lost the race
In a flurry of smoke and rags
Leaves are on the trees, rain's in the river
Trees are in my living room, river's in the sea
Trees to make us rich and free, river feeding me.
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Phase 4
05:11
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Give up our guns
04:01
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Here's the early morning we were waiting for
Lingering in the air,
Sunrise hanging in the trees
Sparkling in the air
The sunset on your hand
Glowing in your hair
We'll return the time that was so hard won
And give up our guns
Walk out into the early morning cold
And hold out our hands,
Shadows hanging in the trees,
The sunlight on your skin
Says give up our guns
Burn a trail from where we've been
Restart the start and forget the rest
Call a truce with what we've seen
We'll hang out all our promises
Glowing in our hands,
We'll return the time that was so hard won
And give up our guns
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Andre Shlimon Bristol, UK
Andre Shlimon is an alternative-classical pianist and composer, singer-songwriter and poet.
Lingering Hope is
his forgotten and under-appreciated early masterpiece.
In it's own small way, it is a minor tragedy of sorts. But he is happy all the same.
If you have time then it's worth a listen, especially for Laura Moody's beautiful cello playing.
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Andre Shlimon recommends:
The latest EP from my fellow Bristol-based artist Mog Fry. I love her voice and how it suits the adaptations of old poetry. See also her previous CD 'Welcome, Stranger, to this Place' by The Wraiths.
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The Magic Words
by The Magic Words
Solo project from Lisa Walker of Wussy. She's a great singer-songwriter, they're a great band (see below).
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I've picked out Strawberry by Wussy, but all of their albums are great. Left For Dead is probably the current favourite, but it changes regularly.
go to albumIf you like Andre Shlimon, you may also like:
Fragile cello and piano recall the bleak childhood of brothers Sebastian and Daniel Selke spent in a large prefab estate in East Berlin.
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The Sea Ranch Songs
by Aleksandra Vrebalov & Kronos Quartet
featured on Bandcamp Radio Dec 26, 2017
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The classical pianist proves that minimalism isn't just intellectual—it can cut straight to the heart.
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