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Festival of Kites
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Remix of original recording with Norton Folgate Sound
alternative brit rock
Alternative Brit Rock
The MisKicks comprises a core of three performers, one based in France and two in the UK. We are spending 2007 writing, recording and generally courting disaster on a number of fronts. We plan to release an album in early 2008 - if Dick's dog doesn't eat it first. Again.
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Genre
Alternative • Alternative General
Charts
Peak #37
Peak in subgenre #11
Author
Tim de Ferrars
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Tim de Ferrars
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January 11, 2007
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MP3 4.4 MB • 128 kbps • 4:45
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Festival of Kites And in the middle distance Where molten sea meets sky It seems that all the silk in China Is floating up on high. Spirits that are truly free Of human mind and hand. Because I can see the kites control The people on the sand. You draw a moustache on my passport I panic, but it rubs off easily Like memories, Like memories. These young men standing on the beach Make tiny supple movements of the hand But they’re just puppets Of these soaring gods. It’s a festival Where no-one has to dance or shout or sing. It’s a festival Where all you need is a yard of silk and a reel of string. It’s a festival Where no-one has to dance or shout or sing. It’s a festival That frees the heart and gives the spirit wings. We climb steel ladders, Our footfalls ring like fractured bells - Sounds stolen by the salty breeze, And torn away across the swell. We clutch the rail, then roll together. I smell the sea and taste your hair - The hair you washed so carefully Now lashing wildly in my face.
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