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Southern Land
02:47
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Southern Land
I’ll be back again
To the southern land
Gradually driving across that distance
That lately has kept us apart
Yet I don’t know how
I’ll find your eyes
They must be hiding away from the blackbirds
That long time ago flew wild
You may see them fly
And gently melt themselves
Diving into sunset
Heading west
Once I get down there
I’m gonna settle down
I might build a house ‘neath the mountains
And live the life of light and sound
Hope you come with me
Through this carrousel
Moving around, drawing circles of life
Through a wonderful day by day
And as your melody
Gently leaves your lips
I will forget my demands
Of eternity
I’ll be back again
To the southern land
Beautiful sights through the windows of time
While illusion is born within your eyes
I’ll be back again
I’ll be back again
Well I don’t know when
© Moses Rubin 2018
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2. |
Leeds
03:06
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Leeds
Evenings of teas and recordings
Yorkshire is somewhere to learn
Leeds had initially inspired some trouble
Settling down was strange
Silently crossing the river Aire
Found out myself in the storm
It’s getting dark and the wind keeps whispering
Gradually taking my warmth
We don’t know, we don’t know it
And we’re probably getting old here
Loosing time and our belongings
As we’ll soon be heading home again
Briggate is often a mirror
As we drift down by the arcades
Loaded with stuff to fill our shelter
Surrounded by temples of shame
While owls made of gold in Millennium Square
Guard our souls as we play
Parkinson Building is gently stalking
As we wait for the bus down the stairs
We don’t know, we don’t know it
And we’re probably getting old here
Loosing time and our belongings
As we’ll soon be heading home again
Kirkgate’s become familiar now
Though at first sight we looked a bit scared
The snow on the railways, the market loudness
The smell from the fire at the Duck & Drake
© Moses Rubin 2018
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3. |
The Intermediate
03:03
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The Intermediate
Day’s getting grey, queues at the bus stops
At the Corn Exchange, bulldog’s in the back door
Kirkgate Market slowly closes down
Ceasing hustle, vans and dancers intermingle
It’s time to scape from town
And you don’t know where’re all the people gone
Nothing happens there till eight o’clock
Now Vicar Lane looks quite deserted
But Yorkshire evening light keeps me awaken
Bricks reflecting sunset through the mist
Cornucopia’s rainbow is shining, we’re deciding
What we’re going to eat
After our shift, starting at seven
Already had our coffee at Hepworth’s together
An old lady is at the amusements doors
With her trolley, seeking for redemption at the bottom of her purse
Trees upon the hills, dusk in the outskirts
Visions of the wind, rocking your laughter
The alleyway towards the factory
Brings a smell that wriggles after
The intermediate time has bared the street
And it’s time to leave…
To leave the world behind
© Moses Rubin 2018
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4. |
My Room
03:35
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My Room
Sometimes I’d like to go back my room
‘Cause that’s the place where I belong
And if you look for me
You know where you can find me
Between my shelves
Behind that wooden door
Sometimes I’d like to go back my bed
‘Cause that’s the place we loved each one
And hide among the sheets
While everything around keeps turning
While I’m still growing wide
Illusion knocking at my door
Now that I’m away and stranded
Far from all I’ve saved and lived
Facing change, while life
Keeps finding its way
Close to you
Together through time
Sometimes I’d like to hide on my wardrobe
‘Cause that’s the place we used to play
Wish I could go back those days
Where everything was shining
Sister, Sundays were a little lovely place
To grow with you
Sometimes I’d like to dive in my drawers
Where all my memories stay
And I want to hold the precious life
I’ve left behind me
Still I’ll know there are some people
That would love me more
© Moses Rubin 2018
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5. |
Transpennine Express
03:07
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* (a poem on) Transpennine Express
I’ve been travelling a long time,
I've been waiting for the sun to come
I might have found it in your eyes,
They softly keep me alive
They gently rock me when the day is gone
Sunset’s feeding from the tall grass
Facing change and what’s supposed to come
And what I do is just forget
How simply freedom is made
How subtly life has brought me here today
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Moses Rubin Leeds, UK
Moses Rubin is born from the northern winds that have brought me back to my homeland carrying a rucksack full of songs, experiences, eagerness and the necessity of going it alone in what is my first adventure as a solo artist.
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