This Is Where We Meet
by Urusen
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CD album + digital download album
We've produced a limited edition CD of the album with an illustrated booklet of lyrics which we'll post to you. We'll also email you a digital download of the album as soon as you order.
Includes immediate download of 11-track album in your choice of high-quality MP3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire. -
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Digital Album
Immediate download of 11-track album in your choice of high-quality MP3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.
Order the digital download of our new album, we'll email you a download link straight away. You'll also receive a digital copy of the album cover and the illustrated booklet of lyrics.Buy Now ₤7 GBP
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Fifty & 9
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In Search Of The Delta
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The Woodsman
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released 13 August 2012
This is a pre order page for Urusen's new album 'This Is Where We Meet' Recorded at Realworld Studios in Box, Witshire and produced by Steve Osborne (Elbow, PJ Harvey, KT Tunstall).
This is a pre order page for Urusen's new album 'This Is Where We Meet' Recorded at Realworld Studios in Box, Witshire and produced by Steve Osborne (Elbow, PJ Harvey, KT Tunstall).
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"This is where we meet" is the new album by British band Urusen. It was recorded at Realworld Studios in Wiltshire and produced by Steve Osborne (Elbow, PJ Harvey, KT Tunstall).
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- Track Name: Fifty & 9
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FIFTY&9
For fifty and nine he swam along just fine
A mind that’s trained to see
Always would know what goes on inside
Goes on in me
And one day he fell
As deep as the well
And now a stranger seems to dwell inside
So I asked him how this stranger that bears
Is changed from days gone by
And bowed overhead
He said “the strange thing my son
is the ease with which I now cry
“For one day I fell
And how does one tell?
No way to know that this would be
Would be
The way things would turn to pass for me
“Before the memory
Recalls itself to me
This door before the street
Becomes a wall I long to fall
Becomes a wall that I am small beneath”
So take the tears that fell from you
And all the tears that fell from me
And go and see the way the water moves
And leave them to the sparkling stream
Go and see the way
the water moves for me and you
Go and see the way
the water moves for me and you
Before the memory
Recalls itself to me
This door before the street
Becomes a wall that I am small beneath - Track Name: In Search Of The Delta
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IN SEARCH OF THE DELTA
Say it’s a riot riot
Say it’s a golden night
Oh it’s a starry one
To not be sleeping right, right?
I never found my eye
For making hours slip by
While I lay turning
While I lay turning
If I turn upon myself
Don’t try, try to try to help
I see the sweeping plain below
And the memory of a flood in tow
And it’s lying
Lying before me
I wish that I I I
Could just walk and walk walk walk
Into its open arms
Its open arms
If I turn upon myself
Don’t try, try to try to help
I know you’re lying lying lying
next to me
Oh but your sigh and the symptoms
are telling me that
I must slide into this sleeping river on my own
And when I find that bed lying at the bottom
Well if I seem dead well then I’m sorry but
I must slide into this sleeping river
on my own
They say I’m hypnotised
They say I’m having trouble
Seeing double
Everything has slowed down
I see the arm of a giant calling
And someone else is creeping near
And I’m falling from here
As my fear of all this burns
Then I am lifted by a bird
And I’m flown flown flown back to shelter
And I’m blown blown blown until I settle
And slide into this sleeping river on my own
And when you find that bed lying at the bottom
Well if I seem dead well then I’m sorry
But I must slide into this sleeping river
on my own
I must slide into this
river on my own - Track Name: A Once Was Tramp And Tree
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A ONCE WAS TRAMP AND TREE
Tramp on the root and lean on the bark
Worn as a boot the fingers work hard
He leans on the tree by the path that he laid
The house that he built, the wall that he made
When he tried to make, he tried to make a start
Stood like a fighter leant into fire
When it grew bitter then he would tire
And beat by the fist of the wind in his face
He dug his legs in from the blusters that chased
And he tried to sing but his voice was half of heart
He stared out from his kitchen sill
And you looked down the ridge of the hill
At the man unprepared
For a storm that now stared
Down on you
So we wait for a night or two
“Oh storm I have known you all of my life
Your fear and your fury cut like a knife”
The roof of this house is torn from its walls
The look in the eye, a momentary pause
“So hit me goodbye, I’ll meet you once more I’m sure”
He stared out from his broken sill
And you gazed down the ridge of the hill
“There’s a gap in the view that each of us knew
That it’s time to fill
And I hope that we’ll make do”
So pass me down to where you once raised me
And saw this crown that I own
For I’ll be found where you will lay me
To hold these walls to keep you safe
Until the day
The storm returns - Track Name: The Woodsman
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THE WOODSMAN
You only wanted to, to be around
Or have around you no more than the sound
Of branches bowing to two fallen leaves
You wipe your brow
And then roll up your sleeves and go home
And in the dawn you march a while
And you make sure
That your walk’s worth the mile
Throw off this shoulder onto the pile
Split with your axe
That cracks with a smile of its own
Gather as you roam - take what you get home
Smoke will coil and comb around your hand
Changing as the man
So switch the smile for the scowl
Trade in the blackbird for the owl
And if there’s history, it will be yours
You drink it swiftly
And wonder the causes of wars
Gather as you roam - take what you get home
Smoke will coil and comb around your hand
Changing as the man
And as you march down through the trees
A whisper reaches on the breeze
A golden stroke across the sky
An old and broken passer by
But you wear faces you can’t hide
The greet is met with no reply
We never look dead in the eye
We’ve never said a good goodbye
Gather as you roam - take what you get home
Smoke will coil and comb around your hand
Changing as the man
