Painted Gold

by House Of Trees

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1.
We are gonna build a bridge, so mighty high for all to see a bridge to cross this mighty stream, we are gonna build a bridge Folks will come from all around, to see the bridge built in our town, we are gonna build a bridge, we are gonna build a bridge We are gonna shut them down, their mighty plan for love and fun, their mighty parties beneath our sun, we gonna shut them down Folks will come from all around to dance upon the fields of our town, we are gonna shut then down, we are gonna shut them down We will swear to this, a mighty voice will scream so loud will crush the stones and the bridge fall down, we will swear to this Strange folks will come gathering round to tear the broken will of this town, we will swear to this, we will swear to this
2.
Oh my darling, Mr White i can hardly recall when we built this house and painted gold upon the walls We were so happy then dinning a la carte, but so my dear i've come to fear it's soon to fall apart When will built this house so grand upon our deadly sins, oh my devil we never took the time to check through everything On our death beds we shall repent for all these lovely things, for now i see my dear so clearly it's only held together, held together, it's only held together with pins. The roof was made from the strongest steel dug from the deepest mines to hold at bay even the rainiest day and keep our precious things dry. All the clocks and moving things maintained and well kept oiled, they kept us warm and ticking along stopped the mood from being spoiled. On our death beds we shall repent for all these lovely things, for now I see my dear so clearly it's only held together, held together, it's only held together with pins. The garden was picked and plucked no empty field was spared, we filled our pantries with corn and wheat with fruit and soda bread. And the help was ever helped to much but trained to keep good time, kept comfortably numb kept under the thumb and forced to walk the line. On our death beds we shall repent for all these lovely things, for now I see my dear so clearly it's only held together, held together, it's only held together with pins.
3.
03:58
You don't, don't know till it is gone you won't know what you have got, till it's gone, you won't know. Born with a gift on the edge of the precipice like a god with a devils kiss. I'm bewitched, I am torn, disdained, I am forlorn, it was mine once before, but it was taken and is mine no more, it is mine no more. I gotta do more, it's slipping away everyday, you know what you've got, but a little's gone, a little's gone. You've tightened your grip, stepped back from the precipice like a stray looking in. I'm bewitched, but I am scorn, this curse, this crime is yours, it was mine once before, but it was taken and is mine no more. I know, yes I know, I know it is gone, but I knew what I had, I knew what I had. Loosened my grip, long seen the precipice, I can taste the devils kiss. I was bewitched, I was in love, I was grace, I was touched, it was mine once before, I was a god but it's mine no more, it is mine no more.
4.
I'm a winters song I am a tale, Apollonian prose in a minor scale. The whispered weeping of the willow tree, the painted grace of my soliloquy. You're the overture to the pantomime, endearing pretext to the silent mind. I burden not the needle with a thread, machiavellian bells from the coffin bed. I'm the turn of a head, a thought recalled, the greatest story to end them all. Lifes faithful adoring bride, the constant dream, the great divide. The air the rose, the waterfall, I proclaim them yours and forevermore. You become the prose, you become the tale, the gallant lead behind the veil.
5.
03:27
I know tomorrow I'm gonna be nothing in this town, but today I can make you pay..... I'm gonna take my time to get my pound of flesh I'm gonna suck in the smoky breeze, get the town on it's knees in its sunday best I'm gonna take it to the man, I'm on a gold bar rush I'm gonna take my chance to see those women dance and make the old men blush I know tomorrow I'm gonna be nothing in this town, but today I can make you pay, I'm gonna burn it down I've been waiting to throw this stone and let the ripples flood your lands I'm gonna burn it slow then let the panic grow cause I know I can I'm gonna take it all, bring out your bravest, they won't touch me It's time to make your people cry, what's yours is mine and my armies' Who's your authority, who's the king of this town Yes it's me, yes it's me I'm gonna burn it down I know tomorrow I'm gonna be nothing in this town, but today I can make you pay, I'm gonna burn it down
6.
Across the grey sullen clouds around, the waves that roll the ships in bound Fallen is the fog that cloaks boat masts as cast are the anchors of the past Giant are the creatures that dwell there below, slowly they circle, scales flicker and glow In the dark they await for bodies to fall, received are all, received are all Such is the tale of many at sea, home on the shore waits a lover to be Lost to the water the ocean his fate, by the watery gates for the fisherman she waits Weary that leave the shore, the moor, than many of them won't return on board It spits and swells and drenches the decks, infects the minds and slippens the nets Giant are the bodies that dwell there below, weak are their struggles till they slumber and sleep In the dark they await for nets be full, received are all, received are all
7.
Hey my little girl lost in all your pearls, now they're gone, let them be gone Just pretty shiny things, like copper coins of kings, now they're gone, let them be gone We might be better off without them, their sparkling little wonders They are just imaginary numbers We made them all up, we can surely make them stop and be gone, let them be gone We might be better off without them, their sparkling little wonders They are just imaginary numbers Now they're gone, let them be gone You don't have to believe in everything you read For they're just imaginary numbers
8.
03:15
Mama you were born a kitten, cuddely, soft and warm No matter how much I love you, love you, love you your flowers tend to flourish on their own Seeing they can not go on without you, we must have a common tale to tell Mama were you made of angels' goldylockin hair, on a whim How did they think that you would go unnoticed whilst you are wandering with the thieves and their sins In the early hours of the morning when you think there's no one else in sight copying the deeds we do in daytime, weathering the wings you wear at night Mama
9.
04:56
I saw the capercaillie play today it took a while in pain to come as close as this so close that I could almost touch it The moss was humid and extremely green the air so crisp and cold the silence of the woods was broken by pops and drumrolls, listen You see I never met a bird like that a black hole in the green delight absorbing my entire sight made me feel so naked flat My heart was staggering with hefty pounds tears rose up to fill my eyes for once it happened in my life I met a beauty without bounds
10.
02:07
Goodbye goodbye boy thank you for coming and staying for a while Goodbye boy goodbye exit the stage with a wink and a smile Goodbye boy

about

This is our 3rd album (2nd available on Bandcamp) and is our darkest yet, ooooohhh.

The album is dedicated to Jack Michael Lloyd - Forever and counting

We recorded at home in Dove studios, Sweden and it was mixed and mastered by the awesome Jann Skoglund Voss at space age productions, Sweden.

The amazing cover design and beautiful artistic vision for the whole of the 'Painted Gold' project is by Henning Cedmar Branstedt.
www.henning-cedmar-brandstedt.se

Released by us.


Hope you love it!!!

credits

released December 1, 2012

Rob Coe – guitars, double bass, backing vocals, percussion, organ
Djamila Skoglund Voss – vocals, percussion, piano, organ
Helena Sköld – violin

All songs © Rob Coe 2012, except ‘mama’ © Djamila Skoglund Voss 2012
and text on *‘Capercaillie’ by Björn *Therkelson © 2012.

Mixed and mastered by Jann Skoglund Voss at Space Age Productions. Cover design by Henning Cedmar Brandstedt. www.henning-cedmar-brandstedt.se

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House Of Trees is the composition and performance work of Rob Coe, Djamila Skoglund Voss, Sarah Anderson and Helena Sköld The work ranges from artistic collaborations and soundtrack composition to songwriting and performing.

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