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Sacred River

by Pagan Harvest

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Drifting like a spark upon the breeze The fire of your beauty has brought me to my knees Touch me with your wedding ring I gave you photos of the day You gave me words to sing I’ve turned my back on everything I’ve known The only thing I sure of, is that it’s time to go. Now I’m calling all the angels Make straight the path in front of me I don’t need to know what might have been I’m ready for the journey Place the burden on my back And keep my feet from turning back. Falling like the moon upon the lake I’m waiting for that boat to pass, untroubled by its wake. One day in early May, I held my hands up to the sky And watched you fly away I’m in orbit round a sun that I can’t see Won’t you come down from Heaven And come and rescue me Now I’m calling all the angels Make straight the path in front of me I don’t need to know what might have been I’m ready for the journey Place the burden on my back And keep my feet from turning back. Now all my boats are setting sail on the river to eternity beyond the cosmic veil I sing the river flowing through me the solar wind will catch my sail and carry me out to sea I hear the song upon you lips I am the tide that floats all ships Now I’m calling all the angels Make straight the path in front of me I don’t need to know what might have been I’m ready for the journey Place the burden on my back And keep my feet from turning back.
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Look up, what do you see? The milky way running like a river across the sky. Look down, what do you see? Flickering starlight reflected on the waves of the river. A highway to magic. A stairway to the stars. Where gods come down and we go up where hopes rise and sadness falls. Where all of life flows out into the street and down to the mighty river over the horizon, over the horizon. over the horizon, over the horizon. See how the rising tide carries us further out towards the sea loosening the bonds with all that we have known. We cannot tell where the winds might blow but we can trim our sails, so HOLD ON over the horizon, over the horizon. over the horizon, over the horizon. And when the night has fallen in on you when the wind spins you around when you cannot find the course that you were on and the ship is going down, HOLD ON over the horizon, over the horizon. over the horizon, over the horizon. And the waves are crashing on the deck and you think that you might drown and everything you touch makes your timbers shiver, find a star in the river and HOLD ON over the horizon, over the horizon. over the horizon, over the horizon. Because somewhere inside you is a raincloud dark and hard to bare but if you open one eye long enough you will see a rain drop there and HOLD ON over the horizon, over the horizon. over the horizon, over the horizon. Let that raindrop fall, let it go, set it free let it join every other raindrop on the street and it will find its way to the river and call you on and on, and HOLD ON, HOLD ON And the tide will carry you and you will trim your sails and the sacred river will swell at your back and carry you to the sea, HOLD ON over the horizon, over the horizon. over the horizon, over the horizon. I am the rising tide that floats all ships I am the rising tide that floats all ships Look up, what do you see? The milky way running like a river across the sky. Look down, what do you see? Flickering starlight reflected on the waves of the river. A highway to magic. A stairway to the stars. Where gods come down and we go up where hope rises and sadness falls. Where all of life flows out into the street and down to the mighty river so HOLD ON, HOLD ON I am the rising tide that floats all ships. I am the rising tide that floats all ships.
3.
the sun rises in the east and sets in the west the river rises in the west and makes it sacred procession to the east flash full of everything all of creation rising and falling on its waves glinting in its reflection a dragon eating its own tail. Down to the river pretty maids all in a row throw my cock in the river make the fishes grow. Down Kidney Road to Liverpool Street from the dome of St. Paul’s to the soles of my feet. there was a voice at my window from the street below remember me remember me I woke from my slumber, follow follow, follow me. heading down to the sacred river heading down to the eternal river where time stands still and memories swim by going down to the sacred river. the river flows through our hearts and souls coming and going Isis sleeps Osiris dreams and the future king and queen try on the costumes of romance to see if they fit. And the Thames floods it’s banks tonight and drowns my dreams Isis dreams Osiris buried the hull of the boat rocks in the deep and drags it anchor along the bed Osiris’s head and Osiris sleeps in his coffin, cut to pieces cast to the four winds the five continents the seven seas Cast his cock into the river cast his cock into the river cast his cock into the river make the fishes strong. So the crops on the river bank became strong and fed her starving heart. Come on down to the river come on down to the river the land was without a king, fallow and wasted the dust rose in the air. Come on down to the river come on down to the river the roads did not know which way to go the springs did not know which way to flow. the sun rises in the east and sets in the west the river rises in the west and makes it sacred procession to the east flash full of everything all of creation rising and falling on its waves glinting in its reflection a dragon eating its own tail.
4.
The clouds blow in from the east and the population all bow their heads now the enemy’s here and we call it fear painting over the living and the dead and the clouds roll in from the east and the slouching smiling beast sits down and in the stagnant backwater fear stalked the shadows not doing what it said spending all day in bed between Aldwych and All Hallows and the clouds roll in from the east and the slouching smiling beast sits down The springs did not know which way to flow But the sacred river grew strong in a world where right was wrong and rust swallowed machines and you cannot know what I mean because language has become obscene and people huddle in their dreams agreeing that four words are all they need to say everything they mean and on the bank of the river I scream a thousand word curse and then dive in and am never seen again and the sacred river murmurs every word of every man in every language from every land all talking at once and you can understand all singing at once and you can understand and the river of words is the coming flood the tidal pulse clinching in the loins of the city fed by the floods of the rain every word ever spoken swelling in the spring at Oxford throbbing in the swell at Runnymede spreading in the flood of London every word ever spoken bursting in your mouth every word yet to come every word yet to come every word yet to come yet to come to come come. and the torso of an African boy witchcraft and sacrifice drowned babies in the mud the river turned to mud skin crawling with maggots and lice and the clouds roll in from the east and the slouching smiling beast sits down and the boiling sky erupts in the east and threw spears down on London Town and the whores all hid the dark deeds they did to earn their new gown and the clouds roll in from the east and the slouching smiling beast sits down and I will blame you for the dread in my soul from the Tyburn jig to the ducking stool suspended in darkness over a hole and the clouds roll in from the east and the slouching smiling beast sits down
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03:13
schoolaroo wind in the waves hrush bullrush shoonaroonaraah lip and suck big fish rich feed fish feed port suck kiss food good rush hush suck kiss fuck lap rush kiss rap all the life of Osiris coming ashore all the life of Osiris foaming rush and gush and glut. The sacred river rolls on sweeping all before it on a current towards the ocean you can’t go back you can’t go back the current knows more that you do surrender to the current you can’t go back you can’t go back William Blake and Tom Paine swim in this river roll on roll on roll on roll on there’s a poet on the loose lock up your wives he will tell her all the things she has always longed to hear and you never thought to say. He will turn her head he will turn her head around kiss kiss.
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I dreamed they built a bridge across the River Thames From the marshes of Lambeth to the Abbey at the other end And all the city was united and a new era was dawning And the city like a garment wore the beauty of the morning. And the bridge between you and me sank in the mud and washed out to sea the reason for the collapse is not clear not so much a bridge as a disappointed pier. Lambeth Marshes to Thorney Island Lambeth Marshes to Thorney Island And there were fears that London would drain the countryside Of all its meat and its grain and slice the country open wide The speed of communication would double overnight and people would not cope with new sounds and new sites And on that side there are criminals who will steal your purse And with the stroke of a pen, they could do so much worse. St. Peter rode the lightning down to the shore And called out to Endricus gather up your oars I need to cross the flood from the mud where I stand To reach the church on Thorney Island Endricus was a fisherman and he’d never seen a saint before And when St. Peter lit up the church he fell on his knees in awe the angels sung around him and shone a ladder into the sky he kneeled in his boat and prepared to die. Peter said go tell the bishop what has been done No need for consecration when you’ve got fishermen. As a blessing you’ll never go hungry again and he landed a draught of salmon from the Thames. And the movement from your smile to your hand Will build a bridge from Lambeth Marshes to Thorney Island And no one will understand What passes from Lambeth Marshes to Thorney Island And a pale knight crossed the river and found there A witch of his own divining, snowy skin and greying hair And she lifted her head and she opened her mouth And the knight regretted ever travelling south For he knew that he was captured his heart forever hers the marshes of Lambeth sucked his soul from his spurs But this mighty heart was stilled until he unsheathed his sword And brought it down on her and killed what he adored. Free to fall and free to stagger back into the light He cast the sword and cast the dagger into the night And the mists began to shimmer and glitter filled the air And that mighty heart started beating out despair. And the movement from your smile to your hand Will build a bridge from Lambeth Marshes to Thorney Island And no one will understand What passes from Lambeth Marshes to Thorney Island And when I sit on the embankment and watch the Thames I sometimes see the knight passing into other realms visiting Westminster with destruction in his wake and free us from the terrible decisions that they make I wait for your ghost and the wounds you hold inside No matter how many bridges you build you can’t always get to the other side even if we never end up as friends I’m in some kind of heaven as I head on down the Thames. And we all build our bridges out of dreams In spite of the ghosts and the hardships that we see the dreams that don’t come true and the tears that we cried The Thames will wash away in the tide and it says, or so it seems, let’s have some more dreams So I take this old guitar string and tie it to Big Ben Climb up to the moon and do it all again.
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‘Sacred River’ the new Pagan Harvest album takes inspiration from myths and legends of the River Thames. Since their first album the cinematic music has become darker and unsettling with hints of a folk horror movie soundtrack. Eeriness is powerful because it carries in the unseen. Modern classical elements seep into the foreground, progressive interludes jump out, oblique poetry overrides experimental backdrops. Folk inspired melodies carry the stories behind Jon Bickley’s expansive lyrics. You can view these lyrics by clicking on each song title.

Each download of the album includes a PDF file containing Jon Bickley's Sacred River song lyrics and poetry.

credits

released January 11, 2018

Jon Bickley – Lead vocals
Steve Daymond – Electric Bass & backing vocals
Lawrence Reed – Acoustic guitars, backing vocals, keyboards, percussion & orchestral arrangements

All lyrics Jon Bickley
All music Lawrence Reed except:
- Calling All The Angels Part1 (Daymond/Reed)
- Calling All The Angels Part2 (Bickley arr. Reed)
- Gigue, Over the Horizon & The Beast Sits Down (Daymond/Reed)

Engineered & produced by Lawrence Reed

Media, marketing & artwork by Invisible Folk Club.

paganHARVEST would like to thank:
Debbie Hill - lead and backing vocals
Ellie Daymond - cymbal work on Calling All The Angels, The Beast Sits Down & Chant
Steve Yarwood - artwork concept and design
Jon Savage - mastering

The 2015 self-titled first paganHARVEST album is available (CD or download) through French progressive rock label Musea
www.musearecords.com/ext_re_new_releaseselect.php

For YouTube links, interviews, lyric sheet and lots more information about paganHARVEST go to invisiblefolkclub.com/pagan-harvest/

paganHARVEST Website: www.paganharvest.com
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Pagan Harvest Bath, UK

The guys knew each other at school during the 1970s but didn’t connect musically until much later. Jon and Lawrence ran into each other in London and found they had both been inspired by Rob Young’s acclaimed book Electric Eden, an in-depth look at the history of folk music in the UK. They hooked up with Steve and decided to do what they should have done 40 years previously and make an album. ... more

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