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1.
The Colour 03:55
Well I heard there was a colour Beyond the power of any human word to ever describe And I saw it myself one day It was a long way away and dark was the glass that covered my eye It was the glory whose story will not be contained Well I fought in the battle And I prayed every night that the side on which I fought was right But my hands were covered In the blood of the brother whose life I tried to save Where was the glory whose story will not be contained? Well I walked in the desert I was weary and worn in that dry and thirsty land But my thirst was not quenched that day I was sustained by a hope my words cannot describe I walked on and on 'till there was nothing left Only skin and bones and feeble breath My flesh consumed by the passion of my soul And i must confess in my weakened state I saw demons in just about every place And every one of them offered me the world But I could not stop to trade with them Their flesh blood bones held no temptation My eyes were fixed on what I could not see And eventually they left me there And angels came to carry me But I still wasn't any closer to what I seek
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Oh, the sweet sweet scent of Eden. It was carried to me on a breeze through the bars of my cage. Oh, the sweet sweet taste of freedom. It was torture to me but somehow also a promise of the end of the age. Oh tell me. Are you the one that I've been waiting for? Are you the one that I've been praying for? Or should I wait for someone else? Beautiful dancer, no man could refuse her, But all that she asks for is my head on plate. So cheap, so easy, the life of a messenger. How faithfully I served but now I rot here in this cage. Oh tell me. Are you the one that I've been waiting for? Are you the one that I've been praying for? Or should I wait for someone else? Tell me, tell me, are you the one that I've been waiting for? 'Cos I can hear the footsetps of my executioner And now he's standing at my door I heard the lame were dancing I heard the blind had been made to see I heard that freedom was advancing But I fear it's all a bit too late for me
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Poured Out 05:25
On the very same moonlit night On which you were wounded I was not there For I stood upon the opposite shore But I heard your cry of dereliction And I saw your blood upon the water And I knew that for every drop that was shed I was the pourer Poured out, like and offering to the gods of old Warm blood, on the waters of the lake so cold And when the sun rose the next morning What did it reveal? And did you bones serve as a warning To all who seek what's real? And when the sun showed its face Five hours too late for you And its rays caressed your body Was there any warmth in it? Poured out, like and offering to the gods of old Warm blood, on the waters of the lake so cold On the very next moonlit night They came for me Opened up my veins as well And took it all from me. And did you hear my cry of dereliction? And did you see my blood upon the water? And did you know that for every drop that was shed You were the pourer?
4.
Mercy 04:16
I sit before you and hang my head For every ugly deed for every thoughtless word I said No excuses, just my shame For how I've betrayed you again and again I was selfish and I was wrong And I've been doing things this way for far too long Sweet sweet mercy, come fall on me I must confess I am in need. I sit in darkness to hide my face I can't receive your love I cannot take your grace Your pity, your kindness, it kills. I saw it take your life upon a skull shaped hill
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The voice over says, "And so she creeps into the night, a solitary figure unremarkable in any way, except for the devious plans inside her mind. For tonight Dorian will have her revenge upon all those who mock her."
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There was this girl that I knew She could never remember my name One time she called my Bob, one time she called me Sue One time she even called me Wayne So I said, Baby you can call me anything you like Wont make me loser or winner Baby you can call me anything you like Just don't ever call me Late for Dinner Stick and stones might do me harm But your words can't pierce my hide No name that you could call me could ever break my arm At least as long as I've got three square meals inside So I say, Baby you can call me anything you like Wont make me saint or sinner Baby you can call me anything you like Just don't ever call me Late for Dinner I've been called so many things it's like it's a tradition Some of them cruel some of them kind But as long as they don't result in my malnutrition I must confess that I don't mind Now it may seem to you unseemly For a grown man to make such a big deal But you don't ever wanna see what happens to me In the event that I miss my main meal Baby you can call me anything you like As long as it don't make me any thinner Baby you can call me anything you like Just don't ever call me Late for Dinner
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There is a river that runs Over the ruins of old Kearsney Abbey I went there today And I took your hand in my hand Where foundations remain but the walls no longer stand And I heard you say We're gone tomorrow but we're here today. We watched the flight of the swans That live on the lake by old Kearsney Abbey They nest in the reeds And we cast our bread on the waters Someday it might come back to us but I'm not waiting I have all I need We're gone tomorrow but today we're free. All of the paths we have walked And all of the road we are still yet to travel I'll walk them with you And all of the threads of our lives Woven so tight on the loom but soon to unravel I know that it's true We're gone tomorrow but today I have you.
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Higg's Boson 01:56
10.
Rumours 05:10
Well isn't this a nice surprise? I didn't see it coming with my eyes Nor with my ears I didn't believe The rumours that I could be free For I heard those lies so frequently That it seemed they must be truth to me The rumours you spread Had not yet reached my heart When I was a stone cast into the sea Untouched and untouching no one will ever find me This is my country. This is my home. When I am alone. The darkness grows wherever it lives And it takes and it takes and it never give I was trapped so long I never thought I'd leave The darkness held me down so long That my lungs were sore and my breath was gone So how do you just tell me now to breathe? When I am a stone cast into the sea Untouched and untouching no one will ever find me This is my country. This is my home. When I am alone. Well hello my friend we meet again I knew that I'd feel better when I saw your faces smiling down on me And with you here I breathe again For there is no fear with you my friend And love's sweet life now flowing through my veins No longer a stone cast into the sea I am touched and I am touching you You've finally found me I'll be your country. You'll be my home. Now I'm not alone.
11.
Legend 04:22
You will never be seen on the movie screen or the evening news The newspapers and websites will never be filled with the things you do But that doesn't mean a thing, you see I've got my eye on you I saw the way that you saved the day Even though nobody else knew You will never be famous or have medals pinned to you chest No certificate is in the mail to say you passed the test And no one thinks to raise your pay but that doesn't disturb your rest You do the right thing anyway Because you are the best Yes you're a legend in your own lunchtime You don't need to make the headlines To be a legend in your own lunchtime And if you're nobody's hero then you can be mine. They wont throw you a party or a ticker tape parade There's no table in the restaurant for you unless a reservation has been made But you have never worried if they think you've made the grade Your self respect is its own reward And that you'd never trade 'Cos you're a legend in your own lunchtime You don't need to be wined and dined To be a legend in your own lunchtime And if you're nobody's hero then you can be mine. You don't have a theme tune or wear your underpants on the top There's no comic books names after you or evil villains to stop But if I needed a rescue I know you would everything drop And you'd be braver than Batman, and the Avengers and Robocop All put together 'Cos you're a legend in your own lunchtime You don't need to be fighting crime To be a legend in your own lunchtime And if you're nobody's hero then you can be mine.
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Elisha's Jig 02:36
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I heard that you might be arriving sometime soon I saw the signs on your horizon It seems that we have made a mess When what should be so perfect is so much less All the kings horses, all the kings men Wont you please help us put this together again? We sat upon the wall to gain a better view We did not hear the warning And in the fall we lost sight of you How quickly were the cracks a-forming Broken pieces lie scattered upon the ground Jagged edges and confusion Still we try to make some sense of the patterns here Search in vain for a solution
14.
O The Deep 05:02
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The Burglar 05:14
Well I saw the burglar, as with a wicked grin He stole the souls held captive by sin That cunning thief poured out his blood The fires of Hell drowned in the flood Where there was burning he made it snow You see Hell froze over a long time ago He took the wood on which he was slain Made him a ladder to climb out again And as he rose what treasure did he bring? He took the victory and he took the sting! Worthy oh worthy is the one who steals Those caught up in the Devil's deals Worthy oh worthy is the one who breaks The rule of law for mercy's sake The strong man did not understand How his hands were tied Or how he'd be plundered The day the burglar died

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Advance review: "At times ‘Plate’ sounds wistful and folksy in ways you might expect. At other times, it sounds like a group of medieval musicians covering Pink Floyd. The first two songs give a taste of what’s to come. ‘The Colour’ starts things off with a bluesy, epic buildup. ‘Scent of Eden’ is cool and soothing. Both songs belie acoustic singer-songwriter tropes, though, by featuring an abundance of complex instrumentation and interesting vocal melodies. This is no lullaby music. In fact, the underlying musical theme of the record seems quite progressive. This is a prog-rock wolf in acoustic sheep’s clothing." - Rhett Snell

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released July 15, 2015

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