Ropes, by Emily Barker & The Red Clay Halo

Ropes

from Almanac (Vinyl Edition Now Available) by Emily Barker & The Red Clay Halo

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Almanac Vinyl

Beautifully packaged 12" vinyl pressing of the album, featuring Daniela Terrazzini's artwork at a size you can really appreciate!
Includes limited edition art print of "Little Deaths", also by Daniela Terrazzini.
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Almanac CD

In this almanac appear stories of love, renewal, the importance of community and our relationship to the earth. Shadowing these lighter themes are darker truths of untold atrocities committed by settlers on indigenous Australians during colonisation, the mass hysteria regarding a Scottish witch-hunt, flourishing love and good old-fashioned heartbreak.

The album weaves a compelling musical tapestry balancing contemporary influences with classic, folk-rooted song writing and is the third studio album by Anglo-Australian quartet Emily Barker & The Red ... more

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Ropes

In the month of May, your past began to bust open it's graves (in the month of May)
and our love became a dance floor for your demons and mistakes (our love became)
and truth it went the way of thieves, it stole your soul from under our feet

by the month of June I was tiptoeing around your gloom (by the month of June)
so I took my light and I shone upon your hiding places bright (with all my light)
but the woods were old and you were buried deep and I could not persuade the dark to leave

Chorus
my heart could not hold him any closer
nor bend any more than it did
with ropes we set sail, in threads we land
thank you for the good times, damn you for the bad

by the month of July was when all my strength began to die (by the month of July)
and the only thing I hadn't tried was to pull your conscience close to me and cry (that one I hadn't tried)
but my tears were like the dew in spring and to you they did not mean a thing

Chorus

the month of August saw us leave behind a love we swore we'd keep (a love we'd keep)
and I can afford no hope but I do wish that you find yourself through losing me
and I will rave and flutter with a broken wing
and mend me through this song I sing